"Stop. The chief suddenly raised his hand and shouted at the marching procession. Seeing Faust's puzzled gaze, the old chief hurriedly pointed to the scouts who were exploring the way ahead—they were standing in the distance, making a series of complex gestures in their hands. The old chief explained: "They have made discoveries. ”

"Huh?" said Faust, perking up, "I hope they find something unusual, and I'm too busy to panic." ”

Faust didn't say this just to express his thoughts—he wasn't bored right now. But he knows that others will be bored.

It's been nearly a full day of trekking through the jungle, and apart from a short break and a shift to eat, the whole team has been marching non-stop. Faust was keenly aware of this in his spare time to maintain his abilities—the formation began to jagged, and everyone's facial expressions, which were covered in dirt, became depressed.

It's a pity that Faust temporarily turned off the ability to absorb the feelings of others, otherwise he would have discovered this fact more quickly, and even prevented it from happening.

But it's not too late, and the scouts' discoveries can be used to change the mood - whether it's tense or relaxed, in short, anything is better than the same.

Faust waved his hand and announced in a loud voice, "Disperse, everyone, and be on guard." Then he turned his head, "Chief, shall we go over and have a look?"

Although the chief was not so sensitive to changes in the atmosphere, his years of experience made him understand Faust's idea in an instant - the so-called vigilance is just synonymous with rest, these tribal warriors, the combat effectiveness may not be weak, but they have not received professional military training, and letting them pull out the cordon is tantamount to a fool's dream.

However, there doesn't seem to be much danger here now, and it's okay to let your guard down for now.

Faust hurried through the rapidly loosening formation and walked towards the scouts standing in the distance, the old chief following closely behind him.

The scouts were always within visual range of the large army, and in the jungle, this meant that the limit distance between them and Faust and the others was no more than five hundred feet.

So, after a while, Faust was at the scout's side. He asked, "What did you find?" and the two scouts looked blank - they didn't understand the lingua franca.

Seeing this, the chief hurriedly asked in the vernacular, "What did you see, and why did you stop?"

One of the scouts pointed ahead, "Chieftain, go ahead...... There's a dead cockroach in front of you. ”

"What is there to be afraid of a dead cockroach?" scolded the chief, "Lazinger, just because of a dead cockroach, we have to stop the procession? ”

The old chief wasn't that angry—he wasn't stupid, and he knew that what could make Ratzinger so important was anything more than just a dead cockroach. But, in the tribe, you have to control your subordinates like this - you can't pass up any chance to show your bravery, but you can't really rush up against the danger.

"But, Chief Chief, it's not a ......," the other scout explained.

The chief's eyes immediately widened, his chest heaved violently, and his beard was blown up - he had to be "angry" at all those who challenged his authority, as a sign that he was not old.

"Chief," Faust raised his hand to stop the "angry" chieftain, "Anyway, shall we go and see?" Faust cooperated in his role as peacemaker.

"Hmph. The chief snorted coldly, took a step back, and threatened in a low voice: "Jorge, remember not to question my judgment next time, understand?"

"Clear, clear...... Chief Chief. Jorge was in a cold sweat, and he was so frightened by the chief that he didn't dare to breathe - he had seen many of the fate of those who disobeyed the chief, the best of which was to be asked to duel, and so far no one had survived the chief's invitation to duel.

Faust was unimpressed by the chief's carefulness – the threat of violence was the most primitive form of domination, and the punishment system could never be compared to the reward mechanism.

For example, while many mammals give birth as a punishment mechanism, human reproduction is a reward mechanism. While other creatures are driven by instinct to mate, humans actively seek out all opportunities to mate. The difference between the two is as obvious as that between serfs and yeoman farmers.

Faust casually brushed aside the branches and leaves, and continued to walk forward. He was eager to see what kind of scenery could make the two revenant hunters so cautious.

Although the "hiss......" had already been mentally prepared, the sight in front of Faust still made Faust gasp - it is true that as Ratzinger said, there are dead cockroaches, and Jorge is right, there is more than one dead cockroach, but no one has ever told Faust that there are so many dead cockroaches.

In front of Faust's eyes, there was the corpse of a fire cockroach that was barely visible, its bright red shell turned charred black, and green smoke wafted from the corpse. But that doesn't mean they died in a forest fire – the corpse still smells sour and itches Faust's nose.

Faust hurriedly closed his nostrils - the amphibian Aventu was able to flexibly control his facial muscles to open and close his nostrils, so as not to inconvenience his underwater life. But right now, this ability is useful for curbing these damn smells.

"That's ......," the chief was so stunned that he forgot to breathe—but it made his nose suffer for a moment, and he held it for a long time before he let out a moan. "Your Excellency Faustus, I'm afraid we're in trouble. The old chief's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"No, we're already in trouble. Faust's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand to put another layer of stone skin on himself and the chief, and said, "Otherwise, guess why we can only smell such a strong sour smell when we get closer?"

"Could it be ......" The old chief, who was looking down at the cockroach corpse, suddenly raised his head, his face was incredulous, "How can it be, it's just a monster, no matter how strong it is......"

"Ahh

Those damn monsters succeeded. But Faust was not completely defeated, "Go, let's go back, we must rescue them." Faust patted the old chieftain, who was momentarily stunned.

The old chief came to his senses, drew the machete from his waist, and turned back to follow Faust's footsteps, ignoring the two scouts who were at a loss - he didn't know who Faust's "they" were, and never Ratzinger and Jorge anyway.

The old chief looked up at Faust's back and couldn't help but smile wryly—for the first time he felt old. Faust was even more brilliant than he was at his prime, and he was not even in the prime of life.

He was a behemoth, and he was young and strong.

The old chief shook his head, dispelling the damn twilight thought. There was no time to lament the passing of time, he had to go back to fighting.

"I'd like to see what kind of monster dares to provoke me. The old chief smiled. Most of his so-called strategies come from experience, in fact, what he is best at is slashing through the past.