Wen Zilong was so anxious that he kept yelling, making these people flee immediately.

These people are good, and they all bow down.

Wen Zilong wants to cry without tears.

This is really the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

Maybe in the eyes of these people, with this god here, they don't have to run away at all.

In desperation, he saw a bloody wound on a man's arm.

It may have been cut out by a tree branch when he was running for his life just now.

He immediately pressed the huge head against the man's wound and licked it gently.

In my mind, there was an immediate prompt sound from the system:

"The person's DNA can be extracted to match the person's language system."

Soon, Wen Zilong had something more in his mind.

These things, of course, are about the person's language.

It turned out that these people were called Baka people.

Their ethnicity is not large.

It's always been between fifty and a hundred.

For thousands of years, they have lived in the jungle.

Their language is called Baka.

After Wen Zilong is upgraded, the DNA extracted from any animal can immediately match the language system of the species.

At this time, he saw that the gap he had just blasted out with the ultrasonic attack had been sealed by the marching ants again.

He secretly felt sorry for himself for a second.

Nobody understands me.

It's so lonely.

When I turned around, I saw that the ant ball behind me, although it had shrunk by half, was less than five meters away from me.

He could only use the ultrasonic attack again, opening a gap.

"Get the hell out of here—"

Within the fan-shaped area at a 90-degree angle in front of them, those marching ants melted away as quickly as snow meets urine.

Soon, the gap opened again.

Wen Zilong shouted at the Baka people who were still prostrate on the ground, and shouted in the Baka language:

"If you don't run away now, when will you stay?"

When the Baka people heard this, they were stunned for a moment.

This god actually speaks their language?!

They looked at the eight-meter-long giant crocodile in front of them in shock.

The shock in my heart cannot be overstated.

Wen Zilong was really speechless.

"If you don't run away, then I'll go first."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate anymore and jumped straight forward from the gap.

Seeing this, those Baka people stood up one after another and jumped forward with Wen Zilong.

Under the leadership of Wen Zilong, they finally escaped from the encirclement.

However, the marching ants behind quickly chased after them.

Wen Zilong yelled at the Baka people:

"Cross the river!"

At this time, these Baka people were already convinced that Wen Zilong was a god.

If it's not a god, how can they suddenly come to save them?

If you are not a god, how can you make a human voice?

How can they speak their Baka language if they are not gods?

Naturally, they believed in the orders of the gods.

Hurriedly according to what Wen Zilong said, after running forward for a hundred meters, they jumped over the river one after another.

Most of the rivers in this rainforest are very gentle.

In one word, it is as quiet as a virgin.

But the section of the river that Wen Zilong pointed out to them had a very rapid current.

To use one word, it is to move like a shrew.

When these people jumped over the river, Wen Zilong jumped directly into the river.

A moment later, the marching ants were once again on the edge of the river.

They're still starting to build ant bridges as before.

However, because the river is like a shrew, it is more difficult, longer and more difficult for them to build ant bridges, and the losses are greater.

Look, even the fierce marching ants are just a group of little brothers in front of the shrew.

Wen Zilong was like an eagle, quietly lying at the bottom of the river, quietly watching them build an ant bridge.

In my heart, there is a refreshing feeling of prank like a bear child.

After about two minutes, the ant bridge had been built more than halfway, and only about 30 centimeters were left, and it could be built on the right bank.

It was only at this time that Wen Zilong slowly surfaced from the bottom of the river.

He grinned and stretched out his paws.

On the left side of the ant bridge, gently tap down.

The ant bridge, which had already built a one-meter-seven bridge, suddenly fell into the water.

The shrew-like river suddenly swept up the tens of thousands of army ants and roared downstream.

Wen Zilong withdrew his claws as if he had been electrocuted.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Although the marching ants suffered heavy losses, they were extremely strong.

Continue to build the ant bridge.

Wen Zilong said: "You continue, you continue, I will cheer you on the side." Gangbad! ”

After more than two minutes, the ant bridge was once again just over 30 centimeters away from the river bank on the right.

Wen Zilong raised his left paw and slapped it from the root of the mosquito bridge on the left again.

The entire ant bridge fell into the water again.

Swept down by the shrewd seat of the river.

"Ahh

Wen Zilong was surprised: "I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed." You see, I was so careless. ”

As he spoke, he thought to himself: It seems a little cheap. It's so cheap that I want to beat myself up.

The ant bridge was built twice in a row, but both ended in failure.

Those marching ants don't go any further.

They were all on the banks of the river, looking at the behemoth Wen Zilong.

"Go on, don't stop."

Wen Zilong said shyly.

The marching ants kept squeaking slightly.

Apparently demonstrating to Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong scoffed at this.

"Anyone can brag, the important thing is that all the boasted must be realized, that is the real. As for you, huh......"

After blowing for more than half an hour, those marching ants really had no choice but to retreat slowly.

Wen Zilong saw these guys retreating, and then came to the shore on the right.

When the Baka people saw the gods come ashore, they hurriedly prostrated themselves on the ground again.

He kept saying, "The gods saved us." ”

"Thank you, gods."

"We Baka are your most faithful servants."

"May you be with the god of the forest."

The Baka people have lived in the forest for thousands of years.

The god of the forest is their supreme deity.

The god of the forest, immortal.

And "May you be with the god of the forest" is their most devout blessing to the other gods.

Wen Zilong nodded and said, "Okay, well, together, together." Let all of us rise up and speak. ”

The Bakas then stood up.

Wen Zilong looked at these Baka people.

The Baka people don't wear shirts.

This made him a little unbearable to look at directly.

The patriarch stood up at this moment and said:

"Great God, on behalf of all my people, I thank you for saving us. If it weren't for you today, we, the Bakas, would probably have ...... It's going to be extinct. ”

The thought of extinction still lingered in the patriarch's heart.

They Baka people have lived in the forest for thousands of years.

Although there were only about 50 to 100 people, they lived in peace.

There has never been any major disaster.

And today, if it weren't for the help of this god, there would never be more Baka people in this world.

Wen Zilong cleared his throat and said with a righteous face:

"It is my responsibility to maintain world peace."