Run!

This was the first reaction in Ma Shuo's head.

It is necessary to avoid the onslaught of the birds.

Swooping down from a height of several hundred meters, the already sharp beak of the bird is no less lethal than any bullet that is discharged.

The body reacts a few points faster than the brain, and immediately turns around the foot of the mountain and runs.

As soon as he turned around and took two steps, he only heard the sound of a violent wind behind him, which made Ma Shuo break out in a cold sweat.

One step later, even if you are lucky not to be hit and killed, it is estimated that you will definitely have bruises all over your body.

Seeing that Ma Shuo was not hurt in the slightest, the head bird took its wings and propped it up, and after the speed suddenly decreased, it immediately flapped its wings and pulled it up, raising a semicircle like a first quarter moon, and rushed down at Ma Shuo again.

Perhaps Ma Shuo was too close to the rocks of the mountain, and the speed of the birds was more than three percent lower than the first time. But if it hits someone straight, at least it will be a miserable end with broken tendons.

Run when you should, anyway, under certain conditions, his physical strength is unlimited. Although running on all fours is extremely awkward, he almost maximizes the power of his legs on the ground, and can step at least three or four meters with each step.

If it weren't for the deep snow and a pit, Ma Shuo would even be sure to outrun this group of birds.

But it's not always a way to run away like this, and when the sound of extreme speed sounded in his ears again, Ma Shuo rolled forward and dodged. When he turned around and saw that the birds were stuck in the air due to the sudden braking, he suddenly threw his left hand back, and pulled the broken frost out of the length of five or six meters.

Then, with a sudden turn, he rushed towards the flock of birds that had not had time to accelerate.

While the birds can't fly, some can be cleaned up.

After thinking about it, the people had already come to the flock of birds two or three meters away. The left hand suddenly waved forward from the bottom to the top, and the silk thread flew like a rainbow across the sky, flying like lightning from the bottom left to the top right.

As if unhindered, it flew smoothly into the air. Ma Shuo, on the other hand, didn't care about the results, and turned directly along the oblique force, dragging his left arm behind him, relying on his right hand and legs, and ran away again.

"Crackling!"

More than a dozen white birds died or fell on the snow, giving this white world a bright red.

Feathers and blood splattered in all directions, startling the birds to flee immediately. But when they saw that Ma Shuo did not stop at all and continued to choose to escape, the animal's instinctive desire to prey once again took over.

"Goo!" After the chirping of one after another, the birds gathered again into a giant arrow and pursued their prey at high speed.

Ma Shuo's adventure just now was relatively successful, although he didn't know how many he had killed, but the moment he turned around and fled, the corner of his eye was a feather falling from the sky.

It's just that there aren't many suitable positions, and it's not very difficult to rely on sneak attack tactics to solve so many at once.

But the mountains, forests and wilderness have all kinds of terrain, and he can also find a better battle position, so that he can kill more birds at once.

When he heard the chirping behind him, Ma Shuo couldn't help but feel the emotions of the birds in his mind.

Frightened with anger and hunger, and aiming in his own direction.

In the past, when the beast's breath was effective, he was able to respond through mental power. But now, even if he tried to communicate, the birds didn't pay any attention.

A brown bear can dodge, but the hundreds of birds flying in the sky are basically impossible to dodge completely.

In a situation like this, a group of weak but extremely flexible eyes is much more dangerous than a strong individual.

When he heard the sound of wings agitation behind him, he quickly approached, and Ma Shuo also saw a relatively more suitable environment.

Five or six boulders were scattered around, and there was a narrow space of only three or four square meters in the middle. The entrance is less than a meter wide, like a pot-bellied gourd.

Ma Shuo, who was extremely happy, immediately rushed to the gourd's belly, turned over sideways and flashed into the middle. Looking back at the flock of birds approaching quickly, he pursed his lips and whistled defiantly.

Then, with his drooping left hand, he tugged behind him, and the silk thread brushed against the rock at the entrance and shrank to his feet.

The next moment, I saw Ma Shuo, who was staring at the birds, smiled coldly, his feet suddenly twisted with force, and his left arm was raised high and turned like a spinning top.

Around this small space, the boulders are three or four meters high, and it is difficult for many winds and snow to drift in at the entrance.

The snow was much thinner than the outside, and his feet had touched the ground less than three times before he turned around.

But the rotation continued, pulling the silk thread around it, like a sharp knife outside the drill bit, almost to the point where the water could not be splashed tightly.

And the flock of birds rushing in a hurry, seeing that the prey itself was "stuck" in the gap and could not get out, the speed suddenly increased to the fastest, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed into dozens of meters.

"Puff puff!"

"Bang Bang!"

Golden crystal asbestos is as thin as a hair, and it is not visible at all when it is turning rapidly.

The flock of birds suddenly looked like moths to a fire, and like pieces of meat that fell into a meat grinder, and in an instant, flesh and blood fell everywhere.

"Crackling!"

In an instant, it stained the small space surrounded by boulders.

The last dozen or so seemed to be chasing Ma Shuo, and their reaction was slightly slower for a moment. This seemingly sluggish moment separated them from the troops in front of them a little distance.

It is precisely the distance of a few meters that gives them relatively more time to react.

Seeing the inexplicable deaths of countless of the same kind in front of them, more than a dozen flying birds instantly stretched their wings to the maximum.

Extremely fast and flickered, turned in a direction and flew away, and then quickly raised the figure, hovering at a height of several hundred meters.

Ma Shuo's ears were always full of wind, and when the sound of the birds crashing disappeared, Ma Shuo, who was about to turn himself into a daze, suddenly stopped.

"Gross!"

The "work" of high-speed rotation is really not something that ordinary people can bear!

Kneeling on the ground and enduring dizziness, he slowly sat down with the boulder. Only then did he fumble with the silk gear of the glove in a daze, and slowly and reluctantly put away the silk thread.

Still crystal clear and spotless, the frost-breaking gloves are worthy of their quality and reputation.

Half an hour later, Ma Shuo completely relieved himself. The nasal cavity had long since adapted to the blood around him, and he slowly got up and began to clean up the battlefield.

Although it is freezing now, there is no need to worry about any rot and deterioration. But in Ma Shuo's opinion, it is much better to have food reserves by his side than to throw them in the wild.

This group of unknown birds was the first creature ever seen during this time. Who knows if there will be other animals that will sneak over and grab food from him?

The surface of the garment woven from the bark of the vine tree is covered with the carcasses of birds of all sizes. Some hung their claws, some hung their beaks, and Ma Shuo then set off to return to the cave.

It took three trips to bring all the bodies, feathers, and slate back to the cave, and it was already dark.

Just as Ma Shuo was about to make a fire to barbecue and eat a full meal, the remaining dozen or so white birds landed on the edge of the platform and shouted at Ma Shuo.

"Huh!" Ma Shuo glanced slightly: "What are you doing here? Do you still want to fight?"