Using his calmness and skill, the Berserker Karui eventually led the young Tribal warrior to slay a corrupted druid, and of course, Karui didn't realize he was fighting a druid until Spider-Woman was cut in the middle by his throwing axe.

In the limited contact between Karui and the druids, most of the druids who played with the plant race and could turn into animals appeared in the form of a dry and thin little old man, and alien monsters like Spider-Woman, Karui naively thought that she might have escaped from some chaotic rift.

The Eutunheim didn't know how many spiders they had chopped up in the forest before they got out of touch with the disgusting things, and two young warriors were thrown to the ground by the big spiders in the battle, never to get back up again.

Another man had been infused with venom from a spider in his leg, and his calf was swollen thicker than his waist, and as a precaution, Karui sterilized his giant axe with liquor and flames, and then amputated him along his knee.

At this time, the wounded man was being carried on Karui's back, and the strong berserker walked at the front of the line carrying a tribesman weighing nearly a hundred kilograms like a child.

"Karui, I'll never be a great warrior like you." The warrior, who had just passed the rite of passage, was pale from blood loss, and the fear of the future hurt him more than the physical wounds: "My lovely girl will never blush for me. ”

Karui was silent, as a Judtonheim man, he didn't know how to comfort his companion on his back, because he was telling the truth.

This is the tradition of the Judtonheim people, a disabled warrior whose status in the tribe will plummet, and every time he returns from a hunt, he can no longer prioritize his favorite food, and can only wait for the younger, stronger warriors to eat the fattest parts before filling his stomach with leftovers.

In the event of a famine year, he will be the first part of the tribe to be abandoned.

"I know I'm not as strong as you, Karui, and I know I'll have that day sooner or later, but ......" The wounded warrior's voice suddenly choked up, "But I didn't expect this day to be so early, I originally thought I would have a chance to enjoy a few years of people cheering for me and rejoicing for me!" ”

"It's not fair, Karui, you shouldn't have saved me." The soldier's voice gradually regained its calm: "You should let me die directly on the battlefield like other brothers, at least I can enjoy a glorious funeral." ”

Karui had never thought about the fairness of this law of the jungle, for he always accepted the one who cheered, and was always the one who enjoyed the food first.

But how many times in the previous battle had he almost been stabbed in the throat by that spider woman? How many times have you almost been injected with venom into your body and turned into a dry skin sac with only skin left?

Or worse, he, like his comrades behind him, will become a disability without glory to speak of?

Did he fight bravely? Karui asked himself in his heart, and it was obvious that the warrior behind him did not take a step back even in the most dangerous times, he was brave and fearless.

He had a chance to dodge the deadly fangs, but doing so might have ruined the team's barely defensive formation, and perhaps caused more serious casualties to his companion who had given his back to him.

But now, the glory is given to the strong, and he is a weakling.

It's not fair.

Karui felt a little heavy in his heart, and he began to reflect on the privileges he had enjoyed in the past, and he felt that it was unfair.

The berserker's long, thick legs strode through the forest, but his mood grew lower and lower, without the excitement of having just finished a hunt.

Karui could feel the warm body of the warrior behind him gradually turn cold, but he was silent, and only lifted his comrade up, he wanted to bring him back to the tribe, even if it was a corpse.

Karui was to tell his people how brave and fearless he had been, and that he had a chance to return alive to be greeted and greeted by his people, but he had chosen a different path.

The people of Judtonheim must change their old habits, and Karui felt his eyes glaze a little, and he once again mentioned his comrades behind him, making him taller than ever, like a general who has won a battle.

"That's one of the Jutunheim territories." Master Gast stood on the outer deck and pointed to a large empty space that suddenly appeared in the forest sea and said, "That's the tribe of Kalu, and the largest tribe among the Yutunheim!" ”

Xu Yichen now knew that Master Gast would be very dissatisfied when he saw the berserker Karui, and called him the Scar of the Forest.

In the dense forest, the Yutunheim have carved out a large clearing in the middle, and I don't know how many trees have been cut down around it, making the whole area look particularly abrupt in the air.

Unlike other civilized races that crossed the sea from the mainland, the Jutunheim people were indigenous to the Far South, and they did not choose to live by the sea, but lived in the Black Forest.

This mass deforestation is a testament to their prowess, as the berserkers have not only withstood pressure from the druids, but have also expelled all harmful species from the area.

"Ever since they learned how to build ships from the elves hundreds of years ago, the warriors of the Jutunheim have been at sea longer than they have been in the forest!" Because of the strong wind in the air, Master Gast had to shout: "We have to say hello to them first, I remember they can make ballistas!" ”

Seriously, Xu Yichen felt that Master Gast should have said this news earlier, since the Tiger Shark was shot down, the retribution war group no longer wanted to see another airship have an accident, and this kind of transportation was simply too convenient in the vast and sparsely populated Far South Continent.

Even Li Xuanbai, who is an aborigine, can see that using this airship as a tool of war is simply a tyrannical thing.

At this time, the Laughing Smith was nearly two hundred meters above the ground, and the Yutunheim tribe below had obviously discovered the airship in the sky, they had cut down the surrounding trees, and had a very wide field of vision, and unlike other indigenous forces, most of these big-shouldered and round-waisted Yutunheim people could do a few carpentry jobs, and they did not lack long-range firepower.

While the druid was talking to the demon hunter, an arm-thick crossbow bolt was shot at the Laughing Craftsman, and finally fell weakly from a height of dozens of meters from the airship.