Facing the slight cold wind, on the snow-capped hillside, two heads covered with black mud carefully poked out a little, and the only remaining eyes in the black mud turned slightly, looking into the sheltered col.

In the col, a fierce beast that was more than two meters old after lying down was dozing lazily in the rare sunlight of the wasteland.

The yellow-brown mottled fur trembled slightly, and the thick limbs with coiled muscles were like four tree stumps lying on the ground.

Although the body is huge, it is not bloated at all, and the smooth muscles under the yellow-brown fur contain powerful explosive power, compared to the huge body, the short tail behind the butt looks a little pitiful.

The hairy head has a pair of long, sharp fangs emerging from the upper jaw, which is the thickness of Xia Zuo's arms, like two sharp scimitars, flashing in the sun.

Under the boulders, all kinds of dry bones are piled up like hills, some have long been dried and gray, some are still with fresh blood, and there are many round skulls rolling around, including humans, giant wolves, wild boars, orcs and half-orcs.

The scarlet tongue licked the gorgeous fur on his body, and the pointed ears flickered lazily from time to time, and with each flicker, Natsuzo's expression on the uphill slope would become nervous.

Cautiously groping their way down from the hillside, the two of them with serious faces, cautiously and slowly, looked like the most gentle lady, every small step was afraid of stepping on the ants on the ground, but the distance of more than ten meters, it took nearly half an hour to finally rush back to the hillside.

"That's what you're looking for?" wiped away the smelly mud from his face, Xia Zuo's face was almost indistinguishable from the black mud, and he stared at Marcus directly.

"That's right! It's amazing!" Marcus didn't notice the change in Xia Zuo's expression at all, and patted his chest with his nostrils facing the sky, "As long as I hunt it, I will be the bravest person in the tribe, and the leader of the tribe must be mine!"

Along the way, for the first time, Xia Zuo agreed with Marcus's proud words, and finally knew where his unwarranted confidence came from, as Marcus said, if he hunted the beast not far away, it would indeed prove his bravery.

But there is another premise, that is, to be able to hunt down!

Looking at the smug Marcus, Xia Zuo really wanted to punch the white-haired face, and then pry open the other party's head to see what kind of weird structure was inside.

Didn't this bastard ever think that his hunt was all about delivering rations to the beast?

Don't say it's Marcus, it's Xia Zuo who has improved his strength now, if it wasn't for the necessity, he definitely didn't want to face that thing.

The Rubble Wasteland is a mix of races, humans, orcs, orcs, all kinds of vicious beasts, wolves, mercenaries and robbers, but they are all just creatures struggling in the Rubble Wasteland.

This brutal land has its own rulers, and although there are different species, they all have a common name, the Beast!

As early as the beginning of the formation of the Saiyan tribe, Xia Zuo, who led the hunting, once encountered a fierce beast of the wasteland, a spotted cheetah the size of a bull, walking leisurely from a few hundred meters away.

Xia Zuo and the others, who were suppressed only by the ferocious aura naturally emitted by their bodies, were stiff and unable to move, and the feeling of humiliation and anger was still fresh in Xia Zuo's memory.

If it weren't for the fact that the beast had just eaten a full meal, and even had fresh blood on the corners of its mouth, Xia Zuo would never have had a chance to glare at Marcus viciously here now.

These unusually powerful and ferocious beasts are the truly terrifying beings in the Gravel Wasteland, and nothing can pose a threat to them in the Gravel Wasteland except for the power of each other and nature.

Fortunately, these beasts are scarce in number, and like most of the powerful races, it is difficult to reproduce, and it is not easy to reproduce, and it will take almost ten years for two fierce beasts of the same kind to meet and take a longer time to give birth to offspring.

Most of the time, they just stay in their territory, eating and drinking enough, lazily basking in the sun.

Stronger than them, they don't need to worry about their own food at all, except for other fierce beasts, the races of the wasteland take what they want.

On the other hand, as long as they are not unlucky enough to bump into them, they are reluctant to look for them, those small orc tribes that will cause them a little trouble to forage, after all, once their home is threatened, no matter what they face, the warriors of Campas will erupt into the most angry howls.

The prey chosen by Marcus was a fierce beast called the Wasteland Saber-toothed Tiger, although he had not yet made a move, even though he was nearly a kilometer away from each other, Xia Zuo could clearly feel the terrifying power hidden under the lazy appearance of the mountain col.

Looking at Marcus who was quietly and proudly, the other party obviously didn't hear the meaning of his words, Xia Zuo couldn't help but smile helplessly, but he couldn't say to change his prey, once this kind of thing is said, then the image he has worked hard to create along the way will be ruined, and Xia Zuo, who still has the idea of the Quinn tribe in his heart, naturally will not let this kind of thing happen.

"What are your plans?" asked Marcus, who had no clue for the time being, since he had come to hunt the wasteland sabertooth tiger, he would be somewhat prepared.

"Huh!?" Marcus was slightly stunned, bowed his head seriously and pondered for a moment before calmly saying, "Rush down and kill it!"

Staring straight at the serious face that was not joking, Xia Zuo, who had newly broken through to a high-level fighter, was almost knocked out by Marcus with a word.

"Bastard, you stay honest with me!" Marcus, who had the posture of rushing out with a big stick with a big stick, fell to the ground, and Xia Zuo didn't dare to let his frizzy provoke the lazy wasteland saber-toothed tiger.

The snowstorm that covered the sky for more than half a month made a gorgeous fur that had not seen the sun for more than half a month, and he was lazily lying in the col, letting the warm sun remove the nasty moisture on his body.

In the cruel and desolate gravel wasteland, only the beasts can live so leisurely, except for the occasional fight with the guy who has crossed the border, what they think about every day is what they are going to eat today, whether to find a half-orc lair, or find a pack of wild wolves to play with.

The breeze, the wasteland saber-toothed tiger, leisurely cleaning its fur, suddenly turned over and stood up, coiled dragon-like thick muscles, limbs straight, and giant claws easily left a few clear scratches on the rock beneath him.

The fierceness that emanated from under the yellow-brown spotted fur was enough to make most of the creatures in the wasteland stiffen their hands and feet, and they were ready to die.

The black-brown nose sniffed in the breeze, and a familiar smell of blood that made it bloody and excited entered the nasal cavity, although it was not hungry, but the food sent to the door, no living creature would have a reason to refuse.

The thick legs kicked on the rocks on the body, and the huge body leaped up, jumping more than fifty meters before landing quickly, and with a few flashes, it was like a yellow-brown lightning rushing towards the direction from which the smell of blood came.

The source of the blood was not too far from the rock where the saber-toothed tiger of the wasteland rested, of course, this was for the huge body and the speed of lightning, and the distance of more than ten miles would not take it too long.

The snow was red, and the saber-toothed tiger of the wasteland that ran to the destination slowly walked into this land where the smell made it enjoy it extremely without any disorder, and not far away on a few rare trees in the wasteland, a few bulging sparrows were shocked by the fierce breath, and the busy chirping flickered wings and flew into the sky.

The owner of the blood was two lifeless beasts, a wild boar of the wasteland with a sharp mane and two slender fangs, and the other a wild wolf the size of a calf.

The fierce fight trampled the surrounding area, and finally the boar's fangs pierced the wolf's stomach, and the wolf's sharp teeth bit the boar's throat, and finally the two beasts fighting for survival died in a brutal struggle.

Compared with the powerful **, the fierce beasts did not have the developed brains to match them at all, and the wasteland saber-toothed tiger checked around slightly, of course, it was only out of the instinctive behavior of the beasts, not that they were worried that they would dare to attack it without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

After casually confirming the safety of the surroundings, the wasteland saber-toothed tiger couldn't wait to walk towards the two delicacies that exuded sweet**.

Unlike many of its powerful and noble creatures, which only eat their own prey, the Wasteland Sabertooth Tiger does not mind devouring carrion, or even the soft meat that is beginning to rot, but is more suitable for their appetite, and the two beasts in front of them have only recently died, and even the blood in their bodies is not completely cold.

The scimitar-like sawtooth easily pierced the boar's tough and thick body, and the sharp teeth easily tore off a large piece of bloody fresh meat, and swallowed it after chewing a few bites at will.

The tenacity of wild boar skin is one of the best among the creatures of the wasteland, and many tribes even use it to make shields, which are not only tough, but also light to carry.

And now, like hand paper, it was easily cut by a pair of serrated teeth of the saber-toothed tiger, and the sharpness was so sharp that Xia Zuo, who was hiding under the tree not far away, was shocked for a while.

At such a close distance, the two didn't dare to make the slightest sound, and Marcus, who was lying next to Xia Zuo, had twisted facial features, and kept squeezing his eyebrows at Xia Zuo anxiously.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning, Xia Zuo could guess from his eyes that this fool must have seen the saber-toothed tiger walk in, and he couldn't wait to rush out.

Glared at Marcus threateningly, with an expression of waiting if you were moved, so that Marcus suddenly tiptoed down, and every time he fought with Xia Zuo along the way, he was cleaned up more and more painfully, and the skin and flesh gave him a long memory, so that although he was anxious, he could only lie on his stomach anxiously, not daring to move.

Seeing Marcus waiting honestly, Xia Zuo relieved his heart, and cautiously looked not far away, the huge fierce tiger that was splashing flesh and blood, gluttonous and enjoying the deliciousness, quietly waiting for the trap he set to take effect.

Although if he is tough, he may not be unable to kill the Wasteland Sabertooth Tiger now, but in this way, the body that has not fully recovered will definitely suffer a not weak injury again, since there is a way to save effort, then why do you have to fight hard?

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