The leg fork is a dagger for eating meat, which is already extremely sharp, and Bu Fan's unscrupulous operation, it suddenly succeeded, and directly cut off all the resistance of the head wolf!

At this time, the she-wolf who was nailed to the tree broke free, and it tore a large gap in its belly, and desperately bit Bu Fan with its long mouth, but it was too late for Bu Fan to dodge.

The fork of his leg stuck in the gap between the wolf's backbone could not be pulled out, and he could only raise his left hand to block the vital point of his throat.

The she-wolf's bloody mouth bit it directly.

Bu Fan only felt that his arm tightened, and a few pinprick-like sensations came through the bark, and he didn't dare to struggle—the arm guard tied by the bark rope was not strong in the first place, and he didn't want to shake this arm away.

In desperation, Bufan almost used all his strength to push his left arm against the trend to the mouth of the she-wolf, and the she-wolf's head was pushed up, and the chin was exposed in front of his eyes.

There's a door!

Bu Fan secretly drank in his heart, endured the severe pain in the palm of his right hand, pulled out a scaly wooden thorn from the tool belt of his lower waist, and used it as a dagger to quickly stab the throat of the she-wolf!

The she-wolf, who had a big hole in her belly, had already suffered a heavy blow, and at this moment her mouth was gagged, her throat was stabbed again, and in a state of almost suffocation, her six paws struggled violently.

I can't care about it so much, Bufan no longer has a weapon on his body, and in the face of the she-wolf's dying struggle, he endured the pain in his arm, rolled over and climbed onto the she-wolf's back!

Except for the bitten left arm, Bufan was almost on her knees behind the she-wolf's neck, huddled in a ball to avoid the she-wolf's indiscriminate scratching.

I don't know how long this has been maintained, feeling that the she-wolf's whole body is no longer tense, Bu Fan tentatively broke open the she-wolf's mouth, carefully withdrew his left arm to take a look, only to find that the bark rope on it had been bitten off, and the smelly saliva and some blood stains were blurred on it, but I didn't know if the blood stains were in the she-wolf's mouth or on his own arm.

Because of the twisting of the right person in a hurry, the arm guard on his left arm had been loosened, and it was easily removed, and then Bufan found that the sleeves that were far more broken than they were already too broken were almost unwanted, and they were all mottled with blood.

Enduring the pain of the tattered cloth sticking to the wound, Bu Fan suddenly ripped off the tattered sleeves, and then looked at the arm, the arc scars caused by the teeth of seven or eight she-wolves were exposed, the only good thing was that the injury was on the epidermis, and it did not touch the muscles - it seems that the scaly bark is indeed useful, and it failed to prevent the wolf's teeth, but it did not cause much damage......

Bufan thought faintly.

After a big battle, he finally saved his life, and Bufan only felt endless exhaustion.

But he didn't dare to rest, and the work boot stomped hard behind the handle of the leg fork until it felt its blade pierce the head wolf's brain......

At this point, the six-legged wolf who only wanted to take Bufan as a meal in his belly completely lost all hope of covering the bottom, and they no longer had the fierceness they had before, the first wolf was the most wronged, the female wolf was the most miserable, and the two powerful predators failed to play their strengths at all, and they died.

Feeling that the head wolf who had been breathing until the end was completely out of breath, Bu Fan pulled out the fork of his leg with force - this thing helped him solve two life and death crises, how could it not be left on the head of the wolf corpse.

Lifting the long pickaxe, he readjusted the pickaxe handle, smashed it on the mouths of the three wolves a few times, chiseled off dozens of wolf teeth two or three inches long, and then cut off the two front paws of the head wolf and the she-wolf with a leg fork, and then cut off the four legs of the little wolf, and the back two legs were gone......

Well, the claws are not for eating, he plans to use the claws of two adult wolves plus teeth to make two self-defense weapons, as for the four legs of the little wolf, they are used for eating, as for why not the hind legs, it is because the smell of the fishy smell is too great, and the front and middle legs of the little wolf are the most tender.

After harvesting it all, tearing off a large leaf of the scaly tree, wrapping it and tying it up, and tying two harnesses with rope around his back, Bufan quickly left the killing field...... A few minutes after he left, a large flock of batwing birds and black bugs took over the place.

......

It seems that the previous fight made Bu Fan let go of his hands and feet, and after continuing on the road, Bu Fan had no scruples, and when he encountered insects in the way, he smashed, chiseled, and patted, found small beasts that were tracking and snooping, feared, frightened, and coerced, and saw huge herbivores or predators with fangs full of mouths, hiding, dodging, and hiding...... The four words of bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard can be said to have been achieved by him to the extreme.

I don't know if it's because of the breath of a six-legged wolf on his body, or because Bufan's own ferocity was stimulated, and along the way, nothing unexpected happened.

Skirting the open area, stepping through a small area of dry grass, a rocky beach...... This good fortune continued all the way to the rocky belt.

When he looked at it from a distance in the scaly tree, the rocky belt was not wide to the eye, but it was just an illusion, and when he got closer, he lay behind the dead grass on a rocky beach and observed for a long time, and Bufan discovered the true face of this place.

From Bufan's location to the edge of the green forest of Snow Peak, this width is at least two kilometers, and the span is impossible to observe, stretching out into the distance.

As the name suggests, there are many large rocks in the rock belt, but the rocks in it are too different.

First of all, the rocks are very large, the largest ones can be tens of meters high, more than 100 meters long, where did such a big guy come from?

With doubts in his heart, when Bufan continued to observe, he found that many rocks had regular shadow areas......

Traces of artificial excavation in stone caves?

Bufan was startled, then he leaned down, put his ear to the stone on the ground, and listened quietly.

The sound of the mountain wind blowing, the chirping of birds flying by, the occasional sound of the branches and leaves of the trees, and the tinkling of the mountain spring...... There is no distinctive walking sound of intelligent beings, let alone the sound of conversation.

This ability to listen to music on the ground was learned by Bufan from an old herdsman when he was young, and he has never made a mistake over the years.

Standing up tentatively, picking up his pickaxe and smashing over the two beetles that approached, Bufan began to walk forward - if there were strange intelligent creatures, his dodging would be useless, maybe people would have found him a long time ago, sneaky is not good, if there were no intelligent creatures, he would be a joke lying there, and the inexplicable nervousness would only consume his energy.

As he continued to move forward, the astonishment of the wide rock became larger and larger, and the towering rock stood in front of him like a high-rise building, still in the same deconstructivist style, even the lower rocks seemed to have a special charm...... Of course, there are countless small stones in the middle of the large stones, and there are trees and grasses of different manners growing in the gaps between the stones, and occasionally a blue or purple flower blooming, which is a rare sight.

Bufan was not yet in the mood to find a secluded view, and walked all the way through the crevices of the rocks, and the pickaxe deliberately rubbed against the stone wall, causing a cacophony of cacophony and a series of sparks......

No sapient creature came out to rebuke him, and no beast came out and roared at him, but it alarmed many four-legged snakes, nay, multi-legged snakes, centipede-like things, and slipped away quickly.

Bufan's goal was straightforward, heading straight for what looked like a stone cave.

The reason is also very simple, although he is not a weak scholar who is powerless, but after all, he is not a primitive person who can drink blood, and he can find something unusual, even if it may be a dangerous alien, he no longer has any scruples.

Like a man who is drowning, grabbing a straw can be used as a life-saving cable, and Bufan now hopes to meet some intelligent creatures, even if it is a group of primitive people, at least to provide him with a place to rest and shelter, of course, it is better not to have cannibals and the like......

Through the crevices of boulders, through the shallow streams of meltwater from two snow-capped mountains, and through three jumble of bushes, Bufan came to the boulders where he observed the shadows on the periphery.

This piece ...... It may not be a good idea to call it a boulder, this big thing is like a small mountain, and it looks like a towering building, with layers of steps at the bottom, and then look at the top, it is a dense honeycomb full of stone caves of different sizes......

Artificial construction!

"Hey, is anyone there?" Bufan couldn't care about the language barrier at all, and shouted directly in his native language in a hurry.

"Is anyone there......" The cascading echoes rippled between the stone walls.

After a continuous shout, after half a sound, Bufan did not notice any human or any other strange creature that responded to his actions.

The grotto, or grotto, apparently had a master, or had a master, and Bufan did not dare to climb it rashly, lest the creatures above him not hear his voice, so he used his pickaxe to rhythmically knock on the stone wall beside him......

"Bang, bang, ding, ding, bang......"

Without a watch, Bufan didn't know how long he had been striking, but he felt that the pickaxe shook his palms sore, and he still didn't respond.

He stopped his stupid tapping, stopped shouting, and threw the scaly leaves behind him on the stones, and sat there with a limp of his feet.

In fact, long before entering this rocky area, he was vaguely aware that there were probably no intelligent creatures here, but the desire for civilized society still forced him to make a subconscious move.

He has a wealth of survival skills, but the premise is that he has made sufficient preparations in advance, and there will always be companions around him, so he is alone, and there is no self-defense weapon around him, and he doesn't even dare to rest, as a city person, how can he not have a little fear?

When the shouting and knocking were fruitless, the feeling of loss flooded over his heart, and the fatigue of his body welled up—am I really going to die here, to be bitten to death by insects, or to be eaten by beasts?