The cat's story continues.

Originally, the people who only showed movies in "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe" have gradually appeared in many serialized works.

And in these new serialized works, a lot of interesting themes have emerged.

These themes often do not really happen on this planet, but the people of this planet get the finished products by understanding the literary and artistic works on the earth and carrying out secondary creation.

These finished products have a very strange feeling......

War has never changed.

Spring is not only a beautiful season for everything to recover and vibrant, but also a bad season for lack of food and greenery.

Winter has just passed.

A group of humans dressed in animal skins and armed with bows and arrows walked on the wasteland, followed by a mixed wolf.

Their leader walked ahead, his rough hands gently brushing away the thorns, carefully poking his head out, sticking out his thumb in front of him, and eyeing the distance from the mixed wolf.

Sure it was within range, the leader raised his hand. Behind him, a warrior who was two meters tall, removed the double-headed horned bow that was about the same length as him on his back, and twisted a piercing arrow from his quiver.

Hold your breath and concentrate, and the bow is like a full moon.

The leader's hand waved, and the warrior's right hand was released. The ends of the huge horn bow trembled violently, and the piercing arrows burst out of the string, piercing the air and shooting at the hybrid wolf with a breaking sound.

A distance of one hundred and fifty meters is fleeting.

The piercing arrow struck the hybrid wolf and pinned it to its hind legs.

Frightened and in pain, it limped, whimpered in its throat, and limped away.

The leader and the rest of the warriors took off the mace hanging from their waists, and the cat bent on their waists and ran quickly towards the hybrid wolf.

The stick hit the mixed wolf on the head, and his brains overflowed.

The coyote died, and the warrior picked up the hybrid wolf and began to retreat.

However, they found that at some point, the wasteland, around them, was full of mixed wolves.

The first wolf raised his head to the sky and howled, and the rest of the coyotes grinded their claws in a rage.

Offensive and defensive reversal.

In the end, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

Just after winter, food is scarce and wolves are hungry.

The leader tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the mixed wolf, it's a bait, it's a trap? He didn't have time to think about it, he didn't have time to blame himself, he concentrated and began to organize a retreat.

Fight, retreat, flee.

Although they were surrounded, they did not panic and did not collapse.

Wielding maces, they repelled the mixed wolves in close proximity, and retreated into a small cave according to the terrain.

Humans in animal skins guarded the entrance to the cave, and the mixed wolves looked at the small hole, unable to organize an effective attack.

The wolf was not in a hurry, and howled a few times, telling his men to stay at the intersection. As long as we wait for the dry food that humans carry with them to run out and starve themselves to death, we can enjoy food without casualties.

The skirmish turned into a defensive war of attrition.

The form seems less intense, it has become calm and long, but the danger has not diminished in the slightest.

The humans did not carry much food, only half a day's worth of dry food per person.

On the first day, the dry food was gone.

The next day, they devoured the brain fungus that had grown on the cave walls.

On the third day, they finished eating the mixed wolf.

On the fourth day, they took off their skins, threw them into a pot of boiling water, and boiled them.

The leader and his warriors had exhaustion on their faces. Staying in a cave doesn't mean being at ease. They need to be on the lookout for the hybrid wolves outside the cave at all times to prevent them from attacking.

In a pot made of the back shell of the mirelurk, the hides have been boiled soft. The leader directly reached out and fished out a piece of animal skin, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

There was not a trace of pain on his face as he chewed on the salty, pickled hides. While recovering his energy, he thought about how to get out of the current prisoner's end.

It's not okay to stay in the cave all the time. For a few days, they had eaten everything they could. Now they had cooked even the last dry food, the hides they had put on them.

The leader swallowed the hide, walked to the entrance of the cave, and asked the guards if there was anything unusual and whether they had found the opportunity to sneak up on the wolf outside.

The warrior's eyes looked at the wolf and shook his head. The leader followed his gaze, and the head wolf, which was at least two circles larger than the other mixed wolves, was lying two hundred meters away from them, lazily basking in the sun.

The leader's face is not very good-looking, and the strength of the head wolf is stronger than he imagined. In this era, none of the creatures that can bask in the sun for a long time are weak.

With the exception of this sun-basking head wolf, the rest of the mixed wolves are much weaker. They hid in the shadows of the trees and rocks, their heads facing the entrance of the cave, staring at the movements of the humans in the cave.

The warrior who had gone to the depths of the cave returned, and addressed the chieftain, making it clear that there was no second exit from the cave.

This news prompted the leader to make a decision to behead, kill the head wolf, and then take advantage of the leaderless chaos of the wolves to fight their way out.

It's just that the distance of two hundred meters is too far, and under normal circumstances, no warrior's arrow can shoot that far.

Is that the only way to use it?

The leader's face showed disapproval, and from his sackcloth pocket, he took out the medicine bottle that he had found in the last search for the ruins of the old era.

Inside the vial was the Tyrant Pill, a pill that temporarily boosted strength. Like its standout effect, it also has significant side effects. As long as you eat one, you will definitely be addicted.

There was once a warrior in the settlement who used one, and after eating it, he immediately became extremely powerful, but after that battle, the after-effects were very obvious.

Even tying him up with sturdy two-headed tendons was not enough, and in the end, the warrior chose to break his own skull with a mace.

The leader, who was still young at the time, will never forget the relieved expression of the warrior when he committed suicide.

If a warrior had eaten the Tyrant Pill, he might have shot a biting arrow two hundred meters away and killed the head wolf, creating an opportunity for the rest of the people to escape from the cave.

But at the same time, it also means the death of this warrior.

The leader's gaze wandered a little, and in the harsh environment, there was only one in ten people in the settlement who could grow up and become warriors. The loss of a soldier is great.

But if you don't break through now, when everyone is hungry and their strength declines, they may really become food for the group of mixed wolves in front of them.

The leader blamed himself a little, and if he did not go far to hunt, he chose to eat the children in the settlement, and survived this time, waiting for food to grow in the field.

Maybe you don't have to face the painful choice you have now......

The warrior who shot the mixed wolf four days ago saw the medicine bottle in the leader's hand and put his hand on the leader's shoulder.

The leader turned his head, and the warrior pointed to the medicine bottle, pointed to himself, his eyes were resolute, and he said word by word, "Let me ......"

Taking advantage of the leader's stunnedness, the warrior snatched the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and swallowed the pill.

There was a roar of rage, and the muscles on his body that had protruded became more hideous, and he took the double-headed horn bow, put on the piercing arrow, let go of his hand, and the arrow flew out.

The wolf seemed to sense something, and when it saw the arrows flying towards it, it turned to flee.

However, it was too late, and no sooner had it turned around than a piercing arrow entered his body.

Shot from its lower back, shot through its spine, and arrows popped out of its back.

The head wolf's hind limbs were paralyzed, and its vitality was tenacious, and it did not die immediately, but its two front paws supported its body, its mouth turned to the sky, and it howled dozens of syllables.

The other hybrids, who heard the howl of the head wolf, began to move in confusion.

Although the leader was a little strange as to why the wolf's howl seemed to be talking, seeing the chaos of the wolf pack, he knew that the decapitation had worked, and it was time to act.

More than twenty minutes passed.

The leader and his warriors were still in the cave.

Unlike twenty minutes ago, from the leader to each warrior, there were scars left by the hybrid wolf.

This small wound was nothing, and the fighter who rushed to the front was seriously injured, and a large piece of flesh was torn off his thigh and arm.

While treating the wounds of the seriously wounded soldiers, the leader looked at the corpse of the head wolf dragged away three hundred meters away with an ugly face.

A hybrid wolf that originally looked like the same size as other hybrid wolves devoured the body of the head wolf one bite at a time. With each bite, it gets bigger.

The leader is sure that the power of the head wolf is inherited through flesh and blood.

In the past 20 minutes since the wolf howled, the following things have happened.

The leader and warriors rushed out as the wolves were in disarray. However, it is different from the wolf pack that the original leader thought, busy attacking each other and competing for the position of the head wolf. Their primary target was him and his warriors.

The decapitation tactic succeeded, but the strategic goal was not reached.

After all, the number of warriors was limited, and they had to retreat again and again until they retreated back into the cave. Look at a hybrid wolf, drag the carcass of the head wolf away, eat its body and inherit its power.

The leader looked at the warrior who had taken the pill, and the warrior's veins looked terrifying.

The fighter shook his head, indicating that he could not do anything about the target at a distance of three hundred meters.

The leader sighed, sat down on the ground as if he had resigned himself to his fate. The other warriors also sat silent.

In this new era, danger is everywhere.

They were not afraid of death, but they did not expect to be wiped out here. They thought of the women and children in the settlement, and they were a little worried about whether they would be able to survive in this dangerous world without their protection.

Suddenly, the leader raised his head, and he seemed to hear a gunshot.

Is this an illusion?

The leader looked at the other warriors with questions in his eyes.

That's when he heard a second gunshot.

Not an illusion!

The leader stood up with his mace and stood in the direction of the gunfire. He had already accepted his fate, but suddenly had some unrealistic fantasies. Will we be saved?

The sun is scorching, and although it is still spring, the wasteland with bare rocks is covered with heat.

A sturdy soldier with a sniper rifle wrapped from head to toe crawls forward.

Strange to say, his black outfit should be extremely conspicuous in the reddish-brown wasteland that is as hot as a red-hot iron plate at the moment, but no creature notices him.

An hour ago, walking briskly in the wasteland, hurrying to the wild coast, he found the footprints of a group of humans, as well as the footprints of a pack of wolves, and judged that a group of humans were besieged by wolves.

He decided to save them.

There is no justice to this. In the new era, the survival of the fittest. It is a matter of course that the strong survive and the weak die.

However, because he is also human, he decided to save them.

Set up a sniper rifle, put a hybrid wolf into the crosshair, and take out a mutant wolf with every bullet fired.

The leader listened to the sound of gunfire at an even speed, and looked at the mixed wolves that fell to the ground one after another in his field of vision, without the slightest expression on his face.

The comer was so strong that the leader heard so many gunshots that he didn't see the attacker, and he couldn't judge the specific location of the attacker.

You must know that the leader who has been strengthened by the ability of the perception domain is a thousand meters away as far as the eye can see.

He did not see the attacker, indicating that the attacker had fired at least a kilometer away.

Even with a sniper rifle, the distance is a bit terrifying.

The leader judged that the attacker had at least a second-order visual enhancement in the Perception Domain and a first-order shooting specialization in the Psionic Domain. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been shot so accurately at such a distance.

The leader and his warriors, though they looked like blood-drinking, crude and reckless savages. But in fact, they are no strangers to guns, automobiles and other things that symbolize human civilization.

The leader now had a ten-millimeter pistol in his sack, and he didn't take it out because there were no bullets.

In the same way, all the people in the chieftain settlement live in rusty cars. I just can't live there, just because there is no gasoline.

Why they use cold weapons, why they walk is clear.

As for why they wore animal skins, the reason is relatively simple.

First, more than 200 years have passed since the old era, and the old industrial system has long since collapsed and cannot be restored.

The second is the clothes of the old era, which cannot block radiation.

The third is the clothes of the old era, which cannot be used as the last ration.

As the leader pondered, all the other hybrids had been wiped out, except for the hybrid wolf who was gnawing on the corpse of the old wolf.

The man in black frowned as he looked at the hybrid wolf who was about to eat the corpse of the wolf, picked up the sniper rifle and put it down.

He wasn't quite sure about the bullet of the sniper rifle in his hand, and after flying a distance of thousands of meters. Can it effectively damage this large, at least sixty-kilogram mixed wolf?

Do you want to run?

He thought about it.

Saving people is saving people, but it is another thing to risk yourself getting hurt.

In both the old and new eras, injuries kill people.

The only difference is that in the old era, the medical conditions were better, and the survival rate after injury was higher, but in the new era, it is more difficult to survive if the environment is harsh.

When the hybrid wolf had finished eating the carcass of the first wolf, it turned its head, stared viciously in the direction of the man in black, and ran as fast as it could.

As you can see from the way it runs, it has used too much force and has not yet adapted to its stronger body.

Seeing it running towards him, the man in black dropped his sniper rifle and pulled out an iron-barreled pistol from the outside of each leg. Rolled over, then began to run against the mutated hybrid wolf.

The leader saw the assailant, and he ran faster than he thought.

Could it be that he not only has a second-order long-range visual enhancement in the perception domain and a first-order shooting specialization in the spirit domain, but also a first-order explosive agility in the fighting domain?

He's too strong.

The leader felt more and more that the sudden appearance of the black-clad assailant was not necessarily a good thing.

The reason why the man in black ran towards the mutant hybrid wolf was because the iron-barreled pistol in his hand had limited power and range, and if he couldn't get close, no matter how many shots he shot, it would be in vain. Only if you are close enough can you deal enough damage.

1,000 meters, 500 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters......

The mutant hybrid wolf and the man in black continued to run towards each other.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters......

The man in black was within ten meters of the mutant hybrid wolf before firing the first shot, followed by the second, then the third.

The three shots were fired very fast, and so was the speed of the two of them.

After three shots, he and the mutant hybrid wolf were almost together.

The mutant hybrid wolf jumped at him with a bloody mouth, and the soles of his shoes twisted, and the whole person bounced to the side of the mutant hybrid wolf.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three more gunshots rang out, and the man in black stopped shooting and began to turn and flee.

The mutant hybrid wolf, who had been completely hit by the six shots, angrily chased the man in black.

Although it seemed that it was almost able to catch up, the six bullet holes on its body were gushing blood because of the vigorous exercise.

Eventually, it lost too much blood and was slipped to death by the man in black.

The leader and his warriors were relieved to see this.

Wait a minute......

The man in the black tactical suit did not rush to approach the corpse of the mutant hybrid wolf. Instead, he raised the iron pistol in his hand and fired four robberies at the limbs of the corpse.

The leader wondered why he was wasting his precious bullets like this.

The man in black approached cautiously, and his toes were about to touch the tip of the nose of the mutant hybrid wolf corpse.

The mutant hybrid wolf lying on the ground, which seemed to be dead and could no longer die, suddenly pounced, its eyes were red, its mouth was wide open, and it bit at the man in black.

Berserk!

Some special monsters have abilities. Berserk can make them painless, and their strength and agility are increased to varying degrees.

If it weren't for the man in black's first few shots, he would almost certainly have been bitten by the mutant hybrid wolf who pretended to be dead.

Even if he made up a few shots and affected the speed of the mutant hybrid wolf, he would only dodge it.

He didn't choose to run away this time, and his body was facing the mutant hybrid wolf. The right hand holding the iron pistol almost poked into its bloody mouth.

"Bang!"

Brains flying.

The mutant hybrid wolf leaping in mid-air smashed to the ground.

The man in black, who had ended up with the wolves without a trace of harm, walked to the cave and said loudly, "You can come out, the mixed wolves are dead, and you are safe now." ”

The warriors saw his strength and stood guard with mace in their hands.

The leader stepped forward and said in a lingua franca that he didn't speak very well, "Thank you Warriors for saving us, what is your name?" ”

The man in black took off his ink-colored goggles and said, "Call me Lin." ”