I set up my tent just to watch out for the surroundings, but I didn't expect that the attack was really coming, just as I thought.

Narrowly dodging the stones, I didn't chase after them immediately, but looked around and determined the direction of the attack I had just attacked. I had a vague feeling that something was going in that direction, but I wasn't going to disturb him.

If I catch up now, it will definitely be the same as last time, and there will be no gain.

After sitting on the ground and resting for a while, I was sure that he would not attack again, and then I buried my head and continued to build the early warning system.

By the time I was done, it was getting dark, and I started to light a fire again, ready to rest here. Just as I lit the fire, there was movement not far away, and a stone was thrown at me.

"Who!"

I dodged the stone and yelled at the woods, followed by another stone. I had experience this time, so I grabbed the stone I had prepared earlier and threw it at the front.

It was clear to me that this was in vain, and the stones did not work. I did this, and it didn't work, but it had a deterrent effect, and soon there was no movement in the woods.

I sat for a while, dragging a stone in my hand, ready to fight back. After waiting for a few minutes, it was getting darker, and I began to eat dry food by the light of the fire.

By the time it was completely dark, there was no movement in the woods, as if nothing had happened. I was also a little tired, so when I entered the tent, I lay down and went to sleep.

Even though I was lying down to rest, I was still vigilant and kept an eye on my surroundings.

After about an hour, there was movement outside, and something was approaching me.

I subconsciously touched the sapper shovel beside me, which was the weapon I brought ashore and played a vital role on a desert island. I took it again this time and hopefully it will work again.

Slowly, the movement got closer and closer, and a dark shadow suddenly flashed outside the tent. In the firelight, the shadow was thin, and he held a long stick-like thing in his hand.

Then I saw him, and slowly began to walk to the tent, trying to pull it open and come in. I closed my eyes, as if on a desert island, always on the alert for the situation.

Soon the tent was pulled open, and this black shadow came to me, and the long stick in his hand stabbed directly at me. Almost as soon as he stabbed me, I dodged his attack.

When I opened my eyes, I saw what was going on. Standing in front of me was a wild man, with only a straw skirt around his waist.

"Who are you?" I clenched the sapper shovel in my hand and yelled at the savage.

The wild man ignored me, grabbed the long stick in his hand, and stabbed me again. If he doesn't want to speak, then I naturally won't get used to him, and my backhand is a sapper shovel.

The long stick in his hand was nothing more than wood, and it was no match for my sapper shovel. I went down with a shovel, and the long stick in his hand was directly split in half by me.

Interrupting the long stick in his hand, I immediately reached over to subdue him. The wild man reacted quickly enough to find that his weapon had been interrupted, and he didn't want to fight me at all.

He threw away the broken stick, turned and ran out, and I hurried to follow. The wild man is very fast, he is 1.6 meters tall, and running here is like stepping on Hot Wheels.

If I hadn't been physically fit and followed him closely, I would have been thrown off by him. The wild man kept running and running, and I followed him all the way to the center of the uninhabited island, when suddenly a cold light flashed in front of my eyes.

My sixth sense told me that there was a dangerous aura ahead, and I didn't bother to chase the savages, so I stopped hastily. When I stopped, I realized that there was a trap ahead.

As long as I go any further, if I step on the trap, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The wild man looked at me and stopped, and as if sensing something, he turned to look at me. His eyes were full of doubt, and he picked up the stone and threw it directly at me.

I quickly dodged and strode over, and the wild man was startled by me. He hurriedly ran into the distance, and I hurried to follow, when two more wild men appeared from the side.

As if premeditated, these savages suddenly flanked from the left and right, each holding a weapon like a long club. I hurriedly took the sapper's shovel to block it, broke the long stick, and then kicked the other one away.

"Ulla! Ullah! ”

The wild man who had just come to my camp to attack me didn't know what he said, I didn't understand it at all. Just then, several more wild men sprang up from the depths of the woods, and they surrounded me.

Only then did I understand why so many strange things happened on this island. It turns out that there are so many savages on this island, and they are still very knowledgeable hidden savages.

These savages are not like us modern people, we modern people have a bottom line, even murderers understand the law. But these wild people, they don't know how long they have been isolated from the world, and there is no so-called bottom line at all.

Those who disappeared on the island, and those who were suddenly attacked, were because they broke into the camp of these savages. In other words, the missing person has probably become food, otherwise the body would not have been found.

Although the idea is terrifying, it is not impossible, otherwise how would these wild men live for so many years?

"Gura Quack, Ula Quack!"

The savages began to talk again, and soon they approached me together, their weapons testing me. When I saw these wild men, my brow furrowed, and I had to be careful.

When the first savage was the first to attack me, I did not show any politeness, and returned fire with a sapper shovel. Although there are many of these wild people, they have no professional training after all, and only have instinctive hunting skills.

I'm fighting them here, and I don't feel any pressure at all, it's like these wild people knocking me to the ground. After knocking the six or seven savages to the ground, suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, and I reflexively jumped to the side.

"Whew!"

A sharp arrow flew right into my position, and if it was hit, the consequences would be serious. It was only at this time that I could see clearly that there were still wild people in the woods.

I clenched the sapper shovel in my hand, but I didn't expect that there were so many primitive people living on this island.

At this time, all the wild people hidden in the shadows came out. There were three or four savages with primitive bows and arrows in their hands, and two of them had long clubs in their hands.

Behind them, there is also a wild man who stands out, as his attire represents his status.

Each of the wildlings wore only grass skirts, but he wore an animal skin coat and a crown made of feathers on his head.