"Quack-la-goo-"

A low, muffled roar, slightly hostile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It wasn't just a caveman who made this roar, but a group of cavemen, a dense group of cavemen who couldn't see the edge, to be exact.

How many of them there are, no one knows.

"Quack-"

Nearby cavemen bared their teeth in protest, but Gagantu remained unmoved.

This tall caveman is three times taller than the rest of his kind, even with its back hunched.

"Mogu, Goo, Gagantu!"

Another caveman about the size of Gagantu came out of the forest.

In order to show his might, he deliberately made a thumping sound with every step he took.

"Silalalu, stop pretending, Rock Claw is dead"

As he spoke, Gagantu stretched out his right hand and slammed his broadsword into the ground.

Bang -

The loud sound rattled the surrounding trees, and several nearby cavemen were knocked to the ground, rolling and crawling backwards.

"The cowards who hid behind the stones and did not dare to come out have been buried forever"

"Roar—"

The caveman named 'Golalalu' lowered his neck, opened his large mouth, revealing a crooked mouth full of crooked hooked teeth, and roared at Gagantu.

"How dare a coward hiding in the southern forest laugh at our troglodyte royal family in the Savage Canyon?"

The angry caveman's eyes lit up red, and he glared fiercely at Gagantu.

As if to satisfy his anger, the eyes of the other cavemen around him also shone bright red, and they roared at Gagantu.

"Oh, I forgot, I shouldn't have mentioned the defeat of the royal family, that would make you very faceless, after all, you are also a rock claw"

Gagantu's words infuriated 'Golala Claw', and the angry caveman lunged forward, ready to bite Gagantu's neck with his large mouth.

Click!

The force of the impact washed away the thick layer of decay on the ground, and the four huge soles of their feet sank deep into the dirt.

"That's enough!

Gagantu didn't take it personally, and it was the other, smaller caveman who used his two thick forepaws to support the clucker.

"Click!"

Craola closed his mouth fiercely, and the caveman who had been killed halfway through took his hand away in recognition, knowing that if he didn't, he would lose both arms instantly.

"Fuck off, Pictor there's no place for you to talk here"

"No, of course I have to speak."

The caveman named Pictor took a step back, keeping his distance from Galalalu, but also from Gagantu.

Compared to the other two cavemen, he was slightly smaller.

But compared to Gagantu's thin forelimbs, Pictor had much stronger hands.

"A third of this force is from my tribe, of course I have a say, have you forgotten the orders of the Rocktal King"

"Rockclaw is dead!"

Gurrah pouted this sentence fiercely.

Although he was once one of the royal family, it was clear that this status was no longer of any use to him after the Savage Gorge was raided by the Satie chieftains and the caveman royal family was killed.

It can bring him neither privilege nor authority, nor even respect.

"I appreciate that you've come to terms with this"

Pictor avoided further irritating the cluckers, apparently better at dealing with others in a nonviolent way.

"There's no time to mess around"

Gagantu took a step forward, plunging his broadsword back into the ground.

The other two were slightly surprised, for they didn't see when Gagantu had his weapon in his hand.

"I want to know if there are any other generals in this army?"

Generals, i.e., the dominant individuals among the cavemen.

Each general rules over tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of cavemen, and among these generals there must be a caveman king.

"Dead, no more than 4, haga"

Gurla opened her mouth fiercely, reprimanding the small cavemen around her to back off.

So in the dense troglodyte crowd, a small open space was vacated for the three troglodyte generals to chat quietly here like councillors.

"As you can see, I'm stuck in this garbage heap because no one cares about them, and every caveman here needs me to control it"

There was a whining in her words.

Even as a royal family, he didn't have enough power to control so many cavemen.

"My tribe doesn't need to be cared for by you anymore, I'll take them over"

Pictor said, his eyes gradually dying red, the light not as glaring as gurgling, but also chilling as some ominous light.

"Hmph, we have a relaxed body here, after all, his main force has been buried in the Savage Mountain Range"

Gluckala laughs at Gagantu.

"Let me worry about my business, you will take care of you"

However, Gagantu was not angry because of this, and even his mood did not change in the slightest, which made Golalalu very unhappy.

"I still have 500,000 troops left in the Ancient Forest, this is my hole card"

Gagantu's words made the other two cavemen disbelief.

After all, hundreds of thousands of his troops had been buried in the Wild Canyon, and rumors that Gagantu's troops had been sniped by the Dawn Mountains and killed hundreds of thousands were also widely spread.

And even in this case, there are still 500,000 hidden?

If what Gagantu said was true, then the troglodyte tribes of the Southern Ancient Forest were already on par with the size of the Savage Canyon, or even higher.

However, considering the abundant products and rich woodlands in the south, it is not impossible for Gagantu to say that it is not impossible, after all, cavemen are such creatures.

"But now you have nothing"

It's not clucking, it's Pictor attacking Gagantu.

The slightly resourceful caveman seems to want to spy on Gagantu's true intentions.

"No, now I have everything"

Gagantu said as he raised his two hands and gently placed them on his head.

Boom -

Rock, dirt and dust evaporated from his body, carrying with them mist and breeze.

Gradually, these tiny particles gathered and solidified into a single piece, a grayish-brown stone crown.

The caveman's relic, the kingship.

"Roar—"

Glucking and roaring, he tried to get himself out of the place, but his body couldn't writhe as if it had been glued, and he tried to take his eyes off the thing, but he couldn't break free of it no matter what.

"Cluck-click"

Pictor was the same, he shielded his eyes with one hand, but couldn't help but spy on the gray thing, as if it was some temptation that he couldn't refuse, and he couldn't control his eyes.

"Lulu-"

The other small cavemen around them instantly lost their strength like tamed puppies, and stared directly at the holy object on the head of Gagantu.

"Even so, you are not my king, you are just a ...... from the backwoods of the South"

Gurala cursing Gagantu with a fierce expression, but soon he found that his mouth could no longer make any sound.

"Gagantu, what are you using...... Get ......"

In the end, Pictor was unable to resist the power of the artifact, and his body sank slightly, revealing a powerless appearance.

"As long as there is earth, water, and air, we cavemen can live and multiply."

"Nature can't kill us, dragons, let alone dragons"

Gagantu took his two hands off the holy object, and the power released from this inconspicuous thing instantly diminished.

Gurala suddenly broke free from the relic's grip and stepped back, opening its mouth wide and letting out a menacing roar.

Pictor also quietly prepared to slip away.

"Stop splitting, cavemen"

"The gurgling of the Savage Canyon, the Pictor of the Northern Wilderness"

The eyes of Gagantu began to glow red.

"Your New King Has Been Born"