On a rainy day, Cherman looked at the weather outside the cave with a gloomy face, and a light rain sprinkled on the woods.

Slowly, the rain that was only the size of gravel just now became bigger and bigger, and it became a rain curtain in front of his eyes.

"Damn the weather."

In the tone of the elder in his camp, he said. I feel that only these words can simply express my feelings.

There was a warmth in the cave behind him, and the people under his hands had already raised the fire.

He turned to see that the native called the stone who had been flattering him all day long was majestically directing the few men left under his command to clean up the body of the original owner of the cave.

Peel.

Chelman watched as a simple, sharp knife in someone's hand flew over the dead corpse.

A lion a few points larger than the buffalo outside, this excellent jungle hunter was thus unfurnished with a fairly intact coat. This thing can make them the warriors of the clan and get rid of the lowliness of slaves.

Soon, the stone made the big creature carefully cut off the head, and the treasure seemed to be held in front of his master.

"Throw it away."

Comparing the few that his elders had prepared for him, Chelman shook his head, this kind of predator can only be considered a middle level in this jungle, not even the edge of the upper layer. After all, the deeper you go in this jungle, the more terrifying the creatures become.

It's not like that big lizard.

Like a knee-jerk comparison, he thought of the big guy who had been injured in the fight for territory a few days ago, and used its head to prove itself.

However, it failed.

Faced with such a predator whose bow and spear could not be helpless, the hunters under his command were like beasts that had lost their teeth and claws.

Chelman even suspected that if he hadn't met the group of dead ghosts later, he would not have been able to take out the fire-breathing metal weapon his father had left for him.

I thought about the group of people who had already fought with that thing when they left.

It was their honor to give their lives for me.

The slave owner thought of it as a matter of course.

Rain, it's getting heavier.

Zhao Qian walked on a beast path in the dense forest, and he frowned at the raindrops falling from the sky.

But I never thought that this place could simulate all kinds of weather so realistically. Now, it's a little slimy all over.

"There's a shelter from the rain ahead."

Said the brunette girl with an unknown large green leaf on her head.

She pointed to a small slope over there, which was fairly wide, and a dark cave stood out from there, beside an old tree.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, he held a sword in his hand, and his eyes reflected the faint light of fire somewhere in the cave.

It's a strange feeling.

It was as if he knew something peeking inside. This manifestation became more and more obvious after feeling the qi in the body.

A few strange and faint breaths.

"Someone."

He said, stopping Jasmine, who had planned to say a few more words. Lily Yester in the back looked at the man in front of her.

She didn't quite understand it yet.

But the next moment, an arrow told the blonde the answer.

"Whew!"

The arrows pierced through the rain curtain and shot straight at the Asians under the rain.

Zhao Qian looked at it, this arrow was definitely much faster than the black-haired girl's, and the discolored raindrops on the beast's teeth made him understand something instantly.

Poisonous.

Dodge neatly.

This was followed by more arrows.

Zhao Qian stood in a safest area outside the cave, looking at the place where an animal lived at a glance, and did not make a sound. The occasional stream of arrows flying by did not pose much of a threat to him.

The two people on the side had also been hiding behind the tree for a long time, observing the situation in the cave.

The people on both sides seemed to be caught in a quiet confrontation.

In the cave, Cherman glared fiercely at the stone that had shot the arrow, which seemed to him to be more like a warning, exposing all of it.

The stone was his master's, and he definitely took a fancy to the two women beside the man outside, especially the white-skinned one. Otherwise, it will not make the people under him stop and take up arms.

Who knows, it's messed up now.

It also made the little leader of the slaves who originally planned to slap his master's ass not know what to do for a while, he thought that according to the archery method he was proud of, he would never go wrong.

What to do?

Stone thought as he glanced at the hunter slaves who were shooting arrows in the cave. He heard his master's command.

"Get out, we're more than them."

Cherman gritted his teeth and said, since he was offended, he should get rid of it before it became a hidden danger, this is what his grandfather has always taught him.

It would be disgusting if the gang fled and caused trouble for themselves from time to time on the road.

"Yes, sir."

The stone led the man to the front as if he had been pardoned.

As for the danger, it didn't seem like much to this slave leader, there were only three of them.

This is what all ordinary people think.

But in the next second, the next sword light made everyone feel frightened.

Death. (To be continued.) )