There was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears, and a vague phantom in front of him gradually approached, Xia Zuo's heart became cold, and he secretly estimated his physical strength, what kind of attack could he make to give the opponent a killing blow.

The figure slowly approached, its thick palms reaching for the arteries in its neck, as if leaning over to check Xia Zuo's life and death.

"It's now" Xia Zuo, who was secretly preparing, suddenly turned over, strangled the opponent's neck with one arm, and formed a triangular gallows with the other hand, forming a cross to tie the neck, wanting to break the opponent's neck.

In the fierce struggle, the vague figure let out an unknown cry, and the trance-dazed Xia Zuo couldn't hear what the other party was saying at all, but the protective instinct like a wounded beast made him kill everyone who wanted to approach him.

The surging aura of "coaxing" suddenly erupted, and the churning breath made Xia Zuo's control slightly reveal a slight gap, and the vague figure hurriedly picked up the thick giant stick beside him and smashed it backwards.

Stimulated by the severe pain, Xia Zuo, who gradually regained his senses, began to sharpen his ears, and the blurred figure in front of him gradually became clear.

"Damn, bastard, what are you doing, my god Kampas, you bastard, you almost killed me!"

This damn little Munch, if it weren't for his quick reaction, almost broke his neck.

A face with white fluff on his cheeks and a white beard gradually became clear in front of him, and his appearance was a little unfamiliar, but it finally reminded Xia Zuo of what had happened before he fell unconscious.

"Hey, little man, did you hear me!, you bastard, you almost killed me just now!" Seeing Xia Zuo looking at him stunned, the white-haired Munk approached cautiously, and waved his thick palm in front of Xia Zuo's eyes.

"I apologize to you, my brother! You must know that the injured Campas always have the instinct to protect themselves!" Laughing and apologizing to the white-haired Munk, Xia Zuo rubbed his chest and sat down, the toss just now, his chest began to ache faintly again, and several large wounds on his body also cracked again.

"I accept your apology!" Xia Zuo's sincere smile soothed the white-haired Munk's face a lot, and he also knew that the attack just now was an instinctive reaction of the warrior, but the reaction of this little man was too intense.

Cautiously distanced himself from Xia Zuo, sat down with his back against the rock wall, and gently rubbed his aching neck.

"Saved my brother Kampas, tell me your name, your tribe?" said Shazo, surveying his surroundings as he surveyed them.

The large, empty cave was supposed to be the nest of some animal, and the owner of the cave, a fat boar more than two meters long, was now set up on a roaring bonfire, and the "magnetism" was sparkling with incense and oil.

Haygrass was laid underneath him, and although the cave was filled with the disgusting stench of wild boars, there was finally a shelter from the howling blizzard outside the cave.

"My name is Marcus, a warrior from the Quinn Snow Ape Tribe, the future leader of the tribe!" Marcus proudly patted his chest and introduced himself.

"Quinn Snow Ape Tribe?" Xia Zuo asked softly, he had never heard the name of this tribe in the wasteland, and even the white-haired race of Marcus was the first time he had seen it, "My name is Xia Zuo, Xia Zo Saiya, from the Saiyan tribe! How long have I been in a coma?"

The rise of the Saiyan tribe has long been praised among most tribes in the Gravel Wasteland, and Marcus's usual face obviously has never heard of the famous name of the Saiyan tribe!

"It's been two days, and I'm the one who carried you here!" Marcus muttered quietly, obviously a little dissatisfied with Natsuzo's unchanged expression after hearing him introduce himself.

This is a simple-minded warrior who has little contact with the outside world, and Marcus, whose joy and anger are written on his face, quickly made Xia Zuo see through, and the latter squinted his eyes like a cunning Fawkes and asked with a kind smile, "Can you tell me about the Snow Ape Tribe?"

After waiting for this sentence for a long time, the dissatisfaction on his face immediately disappeared, and he proudly pulled his voice and began to show off his tribe's bravery and glorious past, "That's right, Snow Ape Tribe!

After Marcus's prideful exposition, Xia Zuo quickly understood the reason for his pride, and this white-haired Munk warrior did have the capital of pride.

The Quinn Snow Ape tribe belongs to the rarest snow ape branch of the Munk tribe, which is scarce in number but far stronger than the ordinary Munk tribe, and can easily tear apart tigers and leopards without any training.

The Quinn tribe is the remnant of the Munk Snow Ape Elite who once fought in the Gravel Wasteland, and was one of the elite troops stationed in the Gravel Wasteland to guard the gateway of the Tempus Empire.

Although he has a simple temperament, Marcus's strength is definitely strong, and once he fights, without using the Eight Poles Collapse, Marcus definitely doesn't have to be much weaker than Xia Zuo.

Thinking that there was such a strong tribe living in his territory, Xia Zuo's heart immediately moved, and under Xia Zuo's compliment, the simple Marcus quickly got rid of the tribe's situation.

The people of the Queen's tribe rarely go out except hunting, and they have no contact with the Munk people in the gravel wasteland, so that they have long been forgotten by the Munk in the long river of the Calendar.

Most of the tribes of the Kampas follow the ancient tradition of the orcs to choose their leader, and after the previous leader returns to the arms of the god Kampas, if the tribe has doubts about the heir of the leader, the tribe will choose the most brave warrior who is qualified to inherit the position of leader and set out to hunt.

And the person who can best prove his bravery in the final prey will become the new leader of the tribe.

It is for this reason that Marcus appears here and confidently declares that he will be the new leader of the Quinn tribe.

"Do you already have a goal?In return for saving me, maybe I can give you some help!" Xia Zuo smiled kindly, if poor Muli, who had experienced this smile, was here, he would definitely tremble involuntarily, and he would pay attention to it from the bottom of his heart, so as to prevent being blackmailed by Xia Zuo.

But the simple Marcus didn't taste the connotation of Xia Zuo's smile at all, and his chest snapped, "No, as the trial of the tribal leader, the powerful snow ape warrior must rely on his own strength to complete the hunt, only the weak will ask for help from others, such a person is not worthy of being the leader of the Quinn tribe at all!"

Although simple, as a warrior of the Kampas, honesty is the first virtue to be honored, and the bravery proved with the help of others is not glory, but shame.

"No, no, you're wrong!" Xia Zuo shook his hand in Marcus's incomprehensible eyes, "Look, you saved me, as a Campas warrior, such a favor must be repaid, right?"

In the face of Xia Zuo's questioning, Marcus nodded subconsciously, others are giving you food when you are hungry, and you have to return the other party's sheep after getting through the predicament, and if someone pushes you behind you, then turn around and bite off his neck, there is kindness and revenge, this is the education that every Campas person has received since childhood.

"That's right, as a warrior of Campas, I have to repay you when you need help, so of course I'm going to hunt with you!" said a smiling Nazzo began to confuse Marcus's concept.

"No!!!" Shaking his head stubbornly, Marcus looked at Xia Zuo blankly, "But I don't need help now, and the great god of war is not allowed to prove his bravery with the strength of others!"

"How can it be someone else's power?" Marcus was Xia Zuo's opponent, and Xia Zuo, who had already prepared the draft, robbed him of the right to speak, "You see, if it weren't for your rescue, I would definitely have become food for those wild wolves, and it would have been impossible for me to live until now, so, if it weren't for you, I'd be dead now, right?"

nodded blankly, the situation at that time was indeed crisis, at least if it were him, he would definitely not be able to break out of the encirclement.

"That's it, if I die, then my strength is gone, it is because of your courage that my strength can be preserved, you exchanged your courage for my strength, so my strength is now also part of your power, so what's wrong with me helping you hunt?" Xia Zuo confused a simple fact in a very fast voice.

Marcus had already been completely confused by the tangled "your power" or "my power", and just subconsciously shook his head in Xia Zuo's rhetorical question.

"If you understand!" got up and patted Marcus on the shoulder, Xia Zuo looked like you were very smart.

Marcus really couldn't refute it, he couldn't say that he didn't understand, so wouldn't he seem stupid in front of this powerful little Munch, just secretly snapping his fingers behind him, wispping Xia Zuo's relationship between "your power" and "my power".

The sound of "cooing" sounded from the stomach, and in the aroma of roasted wild boar, Xia Zuo's empty stomach had already begun to stir violently.

Since they were already comrades-in-arms who were about to hunt together, Xia Zuo naturally would not be polite to Marcus, and pointed to the roast boar on the bonfire and asked, "Can I eat it?"

Marcus, who was preoccupied with calculations, nodded casually, he was not very hungry, the Campas people in the wasteland could eat a full meal for a long time, if it were not for the occupation of this cave, he had no intention of hunting.

For the Kampas, hunting is sacred, food is incomparably precious, every trace of food must not be wasted, and of course, it is absolutely not possible to wantonly hunt and kill living creatures when they are not needed, which will only attract the punishment of the god of war.

It's just that Marcus obviously didn't know the consequences of his nodding, and calculated blankly, just after a panic, when he raised his head again, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him, the roast pig that was still shiny a moment ago, only the clean skeleton hung on the grill and shook slightly.

Xia Zuo on the side happily covered his stomach and used a hay stick to leisurely shave the minced meat stuck between his teeth.

ps: Recommended, collected, all kinds of support, all handed over!!Otherwise, be careful in March when you are snapping, go to climb your window~~~