In the southeast of the Land of Havoc, the Scaly Tribe, the Thorn Tribe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Today is the day of the hunt for the warriors of the tribe, and there is laughter and laughter at the entrance to the fortified stockade, because on this day of the month, the tribe holds a grand bonfire feast to celebrate the abundance of food for the month and to recognize the bravest warriors in the hunt.

The Thorn Tribe can only be regarded as a medium tribe among the tribes of the Scale Tribe, but who calls it a god warrior? Therefore, the Thorn Tribe has always been in the upper reaches of the life of so many tribes near Pingshan.

The so-called god warriors are the warriors who have been baptized by the gods in the scale human race, and they are much stronger than ordinary warriors, and their combat power is much stronger. Able to fight against at least three barbarians alone, hunt the most powerful beasts, and is the patron saint of the scale people.

On the distant horizon, a black dot first appeared, then a second, a third, and then a huge two-wheeled truck, on which lay the corpse of a desolate beast with a body length of more than ten meters, pushed and pulled by more than 20 warriors towards the entrance of the village.

At the front was a young man two meters tall with a resolute gaze. Except for the palms of the hands, the soles of the feet and some areas of the face, the rest of the body is covered with fine scale armor, which is one of the biggest characteristics of the scale people.

At this moment, he was wearing a set of rough leather armor without sleeves, and he carried a huge spear three meters long on his back. The dragon walks and the tiger walks, and the majesty is extraordinary. Although the muscles on his body are not as high as the others, he gives people the most powerful and dangerous momentum. The surrounding warriors are faintly led by him.

He is the only god warrior of the Thorn Tribe, Arras.

Arras had a strong personality and a deep affection for the tribe, so after becoming a divine warrior, he refused the invitation of the Great Prophet to stay in the Great Tribe of Esso and returned to the Thorn Tribe, which was still very weak at the time.

Since then, the Thorn Tribe has never suffered any casualties in hunting, and with ample food, the population of the tribe has skyrocketed by 30% in just ten years, which is very rare among the tribes of the Scale Tribe.

"Look! they're back!"

"Yes! Arras is back!"

"Look, oh my God, they actually hunted a high-level desolate beast this time!"

"This beast is enough for our entire tribe to eat for three months!"

"Yes!

......

Amid the chatter of a large group of old and weak women and children at the entrance of the village, the truck loaded with food from the Thorn Tribe for two months was pulled into the village.

The cheers rang out, and Arras raised his hand slightly, greeting his people. Then he walked towards the largest stone house in the center of the stockade.

After the wagon entered the tribe, the rest of the work was handed over to the women, and soon hundreds of scaly women stepped forward with knives and began to skillfully dissect the beast.

Pieces of meat were cut off, cut into strips and hung on ropes to dry, and the thick veins filled with coagulated blood were carefully cut and placed in stone troughs that had been prepared long ago. Special bones, teeth and sharp corners are specially cut and placed in separate categories.

When all this is done, it is time to deal with the entrails of this beast. Most of the internal organs of the beast can be used as meat. In particular, the stomach of the beast tastes better than the fattest meat, and it is everyone's favorite food. Therefore, in general, the stomach is the first to be treated.

With such a huge desolate beast, its stomach is naturally not small, enough to fit a dozen or twenty scaly people into it. Of course, it is normal for ordinary scaly people to encounter this kind of desolate beast and be devoured.

Dissecting the stomach requires a certain amount of skill, and the gastric juice of the wild beast is amazingly corrosive, and it must be carefully taken care of, so it is generally the most careful and professional woman who is assigned to deal with the stomach.

As the huge stomach pouch was dissected, the most important thing that came out was a strong fishy smell, mixed with large strands of yellowish gastric juice, followed by a large amount of food debris.

If these are placed in those tribes that are poor and can't even eat, they can be used as food after taking them out and drying, but for the people of the Thorn Tribe, of course, they don't bother to eat this kind of thing.

The debris flowed down a sloping stone trough and eventually fell into a deep well.

As the food residue in the stomach became less and less, several women began to cut the thick stomach pouch into pieces and store them in a skillful and rhythmic movement.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream came, and the women around them all put down their work and stepped forward, and when they saw the scene in their stomachs clearly, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

In the stomach of this huge desolate beast, there was actually a complete corpse hidden. The corpse was so lifelike that even the clothes on his body were well preserved.

The gastric juice of the desolate beasts was extremely corrosive, even if the metal knives in their hands were soaked in this gastric juice, they would dissolve in less than three days, let alone a corpse?

And this corpse seems to be a little different, it looks a bit like a scaly human race, but his bare skin is smooth, and he doesn't even have a piece of scale armor, what is going on? This delicate skin is directly exposed, and the pores exude a lot of smell, walking in the wasteland is simply a huge desolate beast attractor.

Obviously, the women couldn't understand this strange phenomenon, and they didn't know how to deal with it, so immediately someone ran in the direction of the largest stone house in the village.

The women discussed, then put on special gloves, and with all hands and feet, they pulled Mark out of his stomach pouch and carried him to the stone platform beside him, and they all looked at it curiously. Some couldn't help but touch his exposed skin, and they were amazed.

At this moment, looking at the corpse that was obviously motionless and showed no signs of life, his closed eyes suddenly opened suddenly. A pair of black pupils were revealed, and his gaze swept around a little dazedly.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ka Cook a lot-"

......

This strange scene frightened the women, and they all fled the area screaming and shouting in a completely unfamiliar language, and ran deeper into the village. Running and shouting, the scene was chaotic.

Obviously, the man who opened his eyes was none other than Mark.

He had been in the belly of this beast for seventeen years. In the past 17 years, he has been desperately fighting against the "virus" in the first ten years, but he has still failed. As a result of the desperate resistance, it took the "virus" ten years to capture all the areas below Mark's chest.

The turning point came in the eleventh year, when Mark inadvertently mobilized a trace of the cosmic origin power to touch these viruses, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the cosmic origin power was able to suppress these "viruses".

So with the help of the power of the Origin of the Universe, Mark continued to conquer the city for the remaining seven years, and the hardships were not enough for outsiders.

By the time he opened his eyes for the first time in seventeen years, Mark had regained everything above his thighs, but unfortunately his legs were still numb and unconscious.

Although the resistance of this "virus" became stronger later on, the more experienced Mark was in invoking the power of the universe's origin. He is now confident that in three years at most, he will be able to completely get rid of this "virus" harassment.

Opening his eyes and observing his surroundings, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. The situation here is better than he imagined.

At least there is a wise race here, and having a wise race means being able to communicate, and once he has communication, he can get more information, including the location of the Hexagonal Building, including the whereabouts of some treasures, and also saves himself a lot of time to find.

However, until the threat of the "virus" is completely eliminated, he does not plan to use his battle energy and soul power again. A small distraction can be a temporary disadvantage in the fight against the virus, and it takes a lot of time and effort to turn from a disadvantage back to an advantage.

So Mark decided to stay quiet for the time being, wait and see, and become a mortal first.

Soon two people walked out of the tall stone house in the distance, and after leaving the gate, another group of people gathered and walked quickly this way.

There were two people at the front, one of them was the god warrior Arras, and the other was dressed in a white robe, looking a bit like a mage in the Mixed Yuan World, but Mark didn't feel any magic fluctuations in him.

Arras took the lead and came to Mark's side, his eyes blazing at him, his right hand resting seemingly casually on the huge spear behind him, calmly on guard, ready to pull out the huge spear on his back. The mouth asked:

"Who are you, and why are you in the belly of the beast?"

Of course, Arras didn't understand the language Mark at all, and all he heard was a bunch of muttering noise. He frowned suspiciously, and finally chose the universal language:

"Where is this?"

The white-robed man who was originally following Arras changed his eyes after seeing Mark, and when he heard his voice again, his face turned pale, as if he remembered something shocking, and he stood on the spot with this expression, unable to say a word for a while.

Arras, who was beside him, sensed the strangeness of the man next to him, and asked with a puzzled expression:

"What's wrong?

The white-robed man Art came back to his senses at this time, and suddenly knelt down with a "plop" in front of everyone's eyes, bowed down with his hands raised high, and shouted loudly in his mouth:

"Byron Kakamu—"

Hearing Arter's shout, Arras's expression changed drastically, not only Arras, but also a large group of people behind them, their faces changed instantly.

Not long after the stalemate, someone knelt down and shouted the same loudly: "Byron Kakamu-"

Obviously, the white-robed man had a very high status and prestige, and soon everyone, including Arras, also knelt down and kept shouting: "Byron Kakamu-"

It didn't take long for hundreds of people from the Thorn Tribe to gather in the square, and then they knelt behind the group, still repeating the words that made Mark Bai incomprehensible:

"Byron Kakamu—" (To be continued.) )