Three months later.

As the sky dawned, Trist lifted the bearskin futon, pushed open the missile hatch, and stretched.

After rubbing his sleepy eyes, he went down to the tree to wash briefly, and the boy lit a bonfire. Thanks to the foundation laid by the automation major in the previous life, as well as the training of Senior Sister Raven and Dr. Sinclair on the ark for three years, the radar system of the missile was repaired.

The missile consists of a warhead, a missile body structure, a power plant, and a guidance system. The explosives in the warhead had been emptied before setting sail, and for safety reasons, Trist did not dare to keep the slightest of them, and the largest compartment was currently Trist's daily bed. The remaining fuel connected to the power plant, as well as the spare oxygen cylinders for the spacesuit, have been dug deep and buried for later use. The infrared sensing system and radar system at the head of the missile were damaged due to a violent collision during landing, but after emergency repairs, they were dismantled and repaired a month ago and yesterday respectively, which will greatly facilitate life in the forest in the future.

The boy was shirtless, trimming his unkempt hair against the lake, and in less than three months, his body was covered with large and small scars, and the most striking thing was the three huge claw marks on his chest, and the owner of this claw mark had already turned friends with Triste, day and night, as a bedding to protect him from the cold.

Spreading out the deerskin, the calloused hand held the small wooden stick, and dipped the grass juice paint in the shell next to it, adding another stroke to the map that had been drawn for three months.

The sky turned white, and after a while, the morning glow filled the sky.

Trist had no time to admire, at this moment, he was carrying a rope on his back, laboriously dragging a wooden raft with a two-hundred-pound missile shell, and the destination of this trip was a kilometer away, a cave that had already been dug, and it was not until the afternoon that he was busy with all this. Carefully push the man-high stone next to it to cover the hole, cover it with weeds, and fill it with a few shovels mixed with mossy soil, and in a few days, the stone will be covered by overgrown moss until there is no trace of it.

After three months of fanning around the neighborhood for more than 30 kilometers, Trist found traces of human presence at the north and south ends of the forest. To the north, in particular, he found the bones of people on the surface of the ground, the victims of whom were tied to trees and died in a horrible state, and judging by the degree of decay of their bodies, they would not have been dead for more than a month. The scarred corpses were a silent warning, which eventually led Trist to set off for the south.

When he was in the Ark, Trist just wanted to go with the flow, move with the large army, until he reached the earth, take care of his parents and relatives in this life, and find a way to get the black blood formula that can filter high concentration of radiation in the original play, survive the follow-up crisis, and live one more life.

Fourteen years have passed, and the plot and characters that have nothing to do with the main line have been forgotten by him. However, once his dream was shattered, his parents and relatives left one after another, and there was an unconscious Tie Hanhan twin brother to take care of, these bloody facts pierced his extravagant hope of being at ease with what he encountered. Having come to Earth in advance, he had a rough idea, stepped on it in advance, explored the situation, and protected his relatives and friends to survive in the next crises after landing on the ark.

With this in mind, Trist fell asleep in his newly erected tent by the lake.

'Towards fate! Trist thought to himself.

The next day, dressed in a deerskin jacket and carrying a suitcase, Trist started his first stop along the lakeside water, the destination of which was the village on the lakeside plain to the south of the forest, which he had last seen from the mountains.

Leather boots stepped on the damp and soft soil, stepping on the dead branches and leaves deeper, the sun passed through the layers of interlaced branches, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground, as if alarmed by the sound of footsteps overcoming thorns, a few harrier eagles flew in the distance, and further up, you can vaguely see the distant lakeside, white gulls and herons, brown and yellow raccoons together. The breeze blows, rolls up a few fallen leaves, sniffs carefully, and there seems to be the fragrance of roses in the wind.

Suddenly, the young man's ears moved slightly, and then his body leaned back slightly, and the dagger in his right hand waved forward, only to see a small snake that had just escaped in front of him broke off in response, and the two green bodies writhed wildly on the ground, intensifying the loss of vitality. The boy didn't look at it, and the wooden staff was slightly flicked, so that the one with the snake's head was farther away, eliminating the possibility of the little snake's dying struggle.

After walking another distance, it was close to noon, and Trist put down his backpack, and with a daze, he brushed aside a bush in front of him, and looked at the shivering pheasant in front of him with bad intentions.

"Squeak...... Gurg...... With a few terrible wails, Trist walked to the edge of the stream, removed the head and tail, cleaned the entrails of the prey, sprinkled it with salt, wrapped it tightly in aluminum foil, pasted it with a layer of mud, and buried it in the campfire. The salt was improvised for Trist a few weeks ago, and he followed the migrating deer to discover a saline area that they often licked, and the aluminum foil was a space material.

Unfortunately, just after cooking the food, the branches and leaves in the forest behind him suddenly shook.

The young revenant turned, slowly reached into his rucksack, and drew the wooden javelin that he had been making for the past few days.

The javelin jammed the Predator's direction with precision, forcing it to turn halfway through, which bought Trist time, as he jumped from the fallen trunk of the dead wood, bowed down, held the dagger in his left hand to his chest, and raised the other spare javelin in his right hand.

"Howling"

The panther appeared in view and attacked.

"Duh"

The javelin hit the leopard, pinning it to the ground. However, at this moment, Trist realized that something was wrong, and only had time to complete a tactical antics, which made the second forest leopard that came out of the half-man-high grass on the side pounce. The second predator in the air showed unexpectedly agility, kicking hard from the fallen trunk of the dead wood where Trist had just sat down, and continued to pounce on Trist with the force of the recoil.

Sharp leopard claws slashed strings of sparks across the blocking dagger, and Trist could even smell the fishy stench in the mouth of the black panther in the woods.

The bodies of a man and a beast are staggered.

Trist's landing point was far away from the package, unable to pull out the three javelins, he could only pull out a burning wooden stick from the campfire as a weapon, although the left hand holding the dagger was not injured, but under the impact of the black panther's huge force, he still felt a spasm at this moment, and he was afraid that he would not be able to use his strength for a short time.

Ignoring the fainter and fainter wails of his companions, the panther slowly circled around the human cub in front of him, as if trying to find a flaw in his opponent, so that he could kill with one blow, golden vertical pupils. The air seemed to freeze as he stared at the pale gray pupils, and only the torch in the young man's right hand snapped.

In order to prevent the long night from dreaming too much, the left hand that felt the convulsions gradually regained its strength, Trist threw out the torch in his right hand, held the dagger with both hands, and used his legs to exert force, jumped up violently, and launched an attack.

The panther hesitated for a moment in the face of the opponent who took the initiative to rush over, and then roared angrily, and threw himself into the grass to avoid the torch, however, the next moment, before it could counterattack, the manganese alloy dagger had already pierced deep into its skull.

Blood, splattered Triste.

。。。。。。

Seven days later.

Another campfire. A burly man with white war paints on his face clutched the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief, slowly collapsed in front of Trist, the "prey" he had just found and hunted.

Blood, splattered Triste.

Two lives, the first slaughter of the same kind, Trist has mixed feelings.

It can be seen that the style is the same as that of the forest in the north, and on the trunk of the tree in front of him, the two victims have no breath, which makes Trist, who had just killed the perpetrator, feel less heavy.

Gently walked to the last tree, rescued the girl in front of him with clear eyebrows and a frightened face, Trist learned a lot of clues, for example, just now he killed the scouts of the Ice Country tribe, they generally carry out cross-border raids, reconnaissance and intelligence missions, and for example, in front of the Ice Country and the Red Maple Tribe at the junction of Qinghu Village, Trist finally came into contact with the human civilization outside the ark of this world.

For another example, Alex, the weak-faced child in front of him, is a teenager rather than a girl, he is the only son of Luthel, the head of Qinghu Village five kilometers away, this time he sneaked out with his friends to explore, but unfortunately they encountered the scouts of the Ice Country, and the two playmates paid the price of their lives, and he did not suffer the first doom because of, well, heroic appearance.