He picked up the hind leg of a hornhorn and brought the greasy part to his mouth, and with a strong bite, he tore off a large piece of the thick flesh of the leg. The slices of meat chewed vigorously in the mouth full of sharp teeth, and then swallowed in one gulp.

MAN IS 235CM TALL AND WEIGHS MORE THAN 350 KILOGRAMS, AND IS AN ADULT MALE OF THE EL ETHNIC GROUP. It has a thick coat of fluff, which makes it quite resistant to cold weather. He was wearing a composite combat armor made of the bones and fur of the mutant beasts, but a piece of skin in the east and a bone in the west was haphazardly sewn together with threads made of bone needles and coarse fibers of plants, which was more important than a decorative role rather than a defensive function.

In fact, such armor is a symbol of the warrior of the El, and the warrior has the second highest status among the barbarian tribe after the chief. Revered, so that in the distribution of women and food, warriors are given priority.

Man is not only a warrior, but also the leader of this patrol of about ten people.

Another warrior handed the man a leather bag made of horned ox skin, filled with the El's favorite liquor. There is not a single El-Er who doesn't like such a thing, and certainly they can't make it in a cowhide bag with their current brewing process.

The liquor was provided by the Asgard garrison, who liked it a lot. After drinking it, you will feel hot all over your body, as if you have endless energy.

Unfortunately, not long ago, the patriarch Kos suddenly slaughtered those garrisons and announced a break with Asgard. It didn't know what the patriarch was thinking, and it didn't plan to know, it only knew that in this way, there wouldn't be much wine left in the clan. Drink a little less, and it can't binge drink like it used to, and now it can only drink in small sips.

After taking a small sip of the liquor, the volatilization of the alcohol made the whole body hot, and it emitted a few indistinct syllables from its mouth, which if translated into human language, would roughly mean "happy".

The Els have developed their own language, and of course, a language made up of simple syllables does not convey complex meanings. But simple communication has been possible, and the creation of language has made cooperation possible, which is also one of the manifestations of interracial wisdom. The garrisons of Asgard can communicate with them by learning their languages, but each alien language is different, and it is impossible for humans to learn all of them.

After taking a sip of wine, he yelled at the eight or nine warriors behind him. After a simple and crude syllable, the patrol ended its short rest, and with their rough iron knives and stone axes, they moved their clumsy bodies to their feet, and began the rest of the patrol under the command of the brute.

The Els have taken over a small, old-time shelter in the rugged mountains of the area, and although there is a water purification unit for human use, the Els are not smart enough to use these high-tech devices. It wasn't until the arrival of the Asgard garrison, with the help of humans, that the Els learned that there was a treasure hidden in their lair.

In turbulent times, clean water is comparable to gold, and even more precious than gold.

Where there's water, there's everything.

In the same way, the presence of water also attracts everything.

Over the years, many nearby aliens have taken a fancy to the water purification unit in the El base. In the last five years, there has been a clash between three alien tribes joining forces to seize the Elr base. However, the strength of the El, and the assistance of the Asgard garrison, allowed the Els to survive the war. Therefore, patrols like the Barbarian Present, the El tribe has stopped from the last moment for nearly a decade.

In particular, this sudden break with Asgard makes such inspections very necessary. The Els had no doubt about the vengeance of the human race, and in their opinion, these humanoid monkeys would certainly not rest on their laurels.

Patrolling is a long and tedious job, and the brutes would not want to do it unless the members of the patrol are given more resources than the average soldier. But this could not stop Man from deserting while walking, and Man had already begun to imagine having dinner at night with the liver of the horned cow, which was large and fatty, and after being slightly roasted over the fire, it would be golden brown and exude a fragrance that could not be resisted.

After dinner, it is natural to have copulation with several of your mates, which is one of the favorite sports, second only to cutting off the head of your prey. Through this most primitive exercise, the barbarians can not only get pleasure, but also be able to breed offspring. It's just that no matter which alien race, the probability of breeding is very low, and it is not at all comparable to those uncivilized mutant beasts, or even ordinary humans.

As if by some mysterious rule of nature, like the able, or the alien, or the abyssal creature like Angie Gullit. The more powerful the liliang lifeforms, the lower their ability to reproduce, thus maintaining the balance between the global biological chains.

Even so, Man insisted on doing this primitive exercise every day. It is an act that transcends wisdom and is guided by instinct. At this moment, instinctive Man's distracted head suddenly became sober, and in the cold air, Man smelled a special smell.

The taste of humanity!

Man immediately made a gesture, and the members of the patrol dispersed, and they nimbly climbed the overly tall trees nearby, and soon hid their whereabouts by the lush foliage and snow of the giant trees.

A moment later, two human men dressed as adventurers appeared in the brute's line of sight. The two humans were talking, pausing to take out a map from time to time to compare their surroundings. On one occasion, they pointed their finger in a certain direction in the mountains, where the El base was located. The intention of the human race is obvious, it is the idea of attacking the El base.

Whether it was revenge or other motives, he was not prepared to let these two humans go back alive. However, it did not do it immediately, even if its brute intelligence was not as developed as its muscles, but it knew that it was impossible for only two humans to come to the mountainous area where the El tribe was. It is a city far from humans and is regarded as a wild place by humans. Being able to come here shows that these two humans must have companions behind them.

I'm ready to catch them all.

When the two humans were gone, he uttered a few strange syllables. One of the team members immediately jumped off the tree and ran towards the El base. He will let people report back to the base, and at the same time, he will leave a mark so that the reinforcements from the base can track it down.

After all this was done, the man shouted a few more times, and followed all the El people down the ancient tree, and according to the residual human smell in the air, he followed them far behind.

After walking around the mountains for more than half an hour, I saw several anti-radiation tents quite far away. It found a human camp, which made the man smirk. Judging from the number of tents, there are about thirty humans stationed in the camp. There are not a lot of them, but they are not much, if they are just ordinary soldiers, this team can completely wipe out the humans in the camp.

It was already evening, and several humans were discussing something in the camp. Although he couldn't understand human language, he could roughly hear one or two words after being in contact with the garrison for a long time. These words contain the meaning of "water" and "slave", and they are so angry that these humans have paid attention to their water and people.

Barbarian decided to kill these arrogant humans by surprise.

So after the men had finished their discussion and had entered the anti-radiation tent, they whispered a syllable. The patrolmen immediately dispersed, encircling the camp under the cover of grass and trees, following them down their heavy weapons and taking what resembled the leg bones of some kind of beast from their backs or waists.

These things are quivers, and in them are bone arrows quenched with venom. The venom is produced by the venom glands in the El's body, and is smearized by the bone arrows to numb their opponents or their biological nerves upon impact.

Both knives, axes and arrows are made by the El people, and their intelligence level is not enough to produce gunpowder weapons, but these cold weapons are also very powerful in the hands of the El people. I heard a few strange rumors suddenly sound in the camp, followed by a short scream. Knowing that at least a dozen humans had been wounded by arrows, the rest of the men were no match for its patrol.

If these humans can be killed, then the patriarch will definitely give it more food and women, and even let it replace the abominable Rag and become the leader of the warriors of the El. Therefore, the signal to attack was launched without hesitation.

The warriors of the El tribe immediately put away their quivers, took their huge axes and axes, and rushed into the tent with a roar.

Rushing to the front, it wielded a double-edged steel axe of its own making, and tore open the radiation-proof tent with a single slash. But when Man and the other two team members squeezed into the tent, they didn't see half a figure. Just as its sluggish head could barely realize that it had entered a trap, a barrage suddenly surged from outside, tearing the tent into thousands of butterflies!

Blood is flying.

Man watched as the turquoise blood kept popping out of his body and his teammates, and the sharp pain told it that it was a well-arranged trap. The brute roared angrily, using the steel axe in his hand as a shield. Unfortunately, the area of the steel axe was not enough to completely cover the tall body, so the man could only protect important places such as the head and heart, and retreated in the opposite direction of the barrage.

Within ten paces, one of the team members had already fallen to the ground, its head shattered by at least four or five bullets.

The intensity of the battle was unexpected, and the guns used by humans were incredibly powerful. At least I remember the rifles that the garrison was playing with, and the bullets weren't powerful enough to destroy the tough bodies of the El people as easily as they did now.

As they retreated to the edge of the tent, another member of the team collapsed. He was angry, but he knew that he couldn't resist the threat of many powerful rifles. Just as it was about to rush out of the tent, Man suddenly noticed that a pair of slender but smooth legs were around its chest at some point, and Man felt some itching in his ears, as if someone was blowing on its ears.

The next moment, the man who had not yet reacted only felt a chill on his neck, and saw a dagger painted black by something in his eyes.

There was a small cut in the man's neck, and he hurriedly covered it, only to find that the wound was expanding. The dagger just now was not simply slashed, but a special technique of concussion was added, which made the brute muscles crack slightly. What's even more terrifying is that the dagger is coated with a strange toxin, which makes the brute strength disappear quickly.

The huge body fell to the ground with a thud, and it was hard to keep its eyes open, and it was a quiet human girl who could barely see it.

She wore a shirt and shorts, wrapped only in simple combat leather armor around her chest, elbows, and knees. This is a combat uniform that is custom-made to minimize the weight of the body, and even if it is a successful blow, there is not the slightest expression of excitement on the girl's face. She looked at Man with a blank face, this is a picture of Zuihou that Man saw.

The sudden sound of gunfire startled a large number of forest birds, and it also made the raging heart beat vigorously.

It is shorter than Man, but the muscles are tighter, making it look explosive. The silvery-gray color of the fur indicates that it has begun to move from middle age to old age, and in another five years, whether it wants to or not, it will have to give up the position of leader of the warriors. The deterioration of the body and Liliang is not something that can be retained by the almost brutal training of the Rags.

But at least for now, he is the most powerful warrior in the El clan except for the patriarch Kos.

The appearance of the gunfire made Turbulence feel a palpitation, and uneasiness flashed through his heart. It may not be able to come back, and not long ago, it received a report from the team sent back by the barbarians, and knew that there was a human team that had penetrated deep into the mountainous area where the El tribe was located. He immediately arranged for another team of about 20 people to rush to reinforcements, but until now, no news has been returned.

Looking at the bloody sky, it seemed that he had received some foreshadowing. After a flash of light disappeared from the sky to the west, the mountains were shrouded in darkness. There seemed to be a terrible demon hidden in the darkness, staring at the base of the El, which made Turbulence very uneasy.

At this moment, a series of ringings sounded behind him. Turning back, he saw the patriarch Kos striding out of the entrance to the base.

Kos is a young El and the most powerful warrior. It has dark red fur and Kos is almost invincible, which is why the people call it "Scarlet Twilight". It means that wherever you go, it is the end of life.

Kos carried its long-handled warhammer, which was engraved with the totem of a beast, a symbol of the status of the El chief. The warhammer was dragged by Kos and rubbed against the ground, so that the light of the fire was so clear in the dim sky.

Kos had clearly heard the gunshots ringing out in the mountains, and in a few simple syllables, the young patriarch asked what had happened.

Tell the truth.

After listening to the report, Kos was furious. It swung its hammer and smashed it around, causing the mountain to tremble in the area where the base was located, before the angry patriarch stopped.

Kos said to the people in the language of the El, "Send troops, conquer!"

Sighing, Kos's liliang and bravery are beyond doubt. But at the same time, the impulse of youth is also unavoidable. Kos, who was still young, finally gained wisdom from the precipitation of time. He felt the need to remind the young patriarch: "Human, trap. Brave patriarch, the night is not our hunting ground, we need to wait, dawn. ”

Time has robbed it of its physical strength, but it has given it mature wisdom. At least in his native language, he was able to express more coherence and meaning, something that even Kos could not do.

Kos let out a few growls before pointing to the mountains and patting his shoulder.

He knew what it meant, and the humans in the mountains were left to him. He nodded, patting his chest in a warrior's promise. Kos then departed with confidence, and after a second look at the dark and oppressive mountainous terrain, he called the guards and asked them to send more men on duty tonight.

The nights were long and short.

Time is shortened in pleasure and extended in dullness.

For the warriors of the vigil, the night is always long. They light a fire at the entrance to the base to dispel the darkness and warn of uninvited visitors in the dark. Most of the mutant beasts that roam in the dark will subconsciously stay away from the territory of the El, but some visitors are destined to be deterred by the light of the fire.

There was still an hour before dawn at this moment, which was the darkest time of the day. At the same time, it is also the time when creatures are most tired.

Of the five or six Elr warriors guarding the exit, at least three had already taken a nap, while the remaining two struggled to hold their eyelids, even if they only had one eye.

One of the fighters couldn't help but yawn, but suddenly something was in his gaping mouth.

It wouldn't know what was more, because a kinetic bullet went straight into its mouth and pierced its skull. The powerful concussion tore through the muscles of its head, and from the perspective of his companions, the Elr warrior suddenly flew half of his head into the air.

Obviously, the attackers used silencers, otherwise they would not have been able to silently destroy the fighter.

The warrior's companion was just about to give a warning, but before his mouth opened, his head was shocked, and he didn't realize anything. Unbeknownst to it, it was bursting into a flower of flesh and blood above its own mouth. In terms of wonderfulness, it is no less than its companions who have been killed before.

As for the other three fighters who were napping, they would also be treated indiscriminately, but before the killer in the dark could pull the trigger, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded at the entrance to the base. I saw a silver-haired El warrior striding out and roaring towards the firelight, so the alien warriors in the base burst out, making the calm night boil.

"Damn, it's a failure. In the darkness, someone said this, and the killers quietly retreated before the end of dawn came.

This night, he fell asleep. It feared that humans would attack at night, and it turned out to be right. Had it not been alerted too early, the sleeping El would have been slaughtered by the time all the guards were killed.

Kos, the patriarch who rushed to hear the news, did not yell when he saw the bloody corpses of the two guards. But in the single eye of that face, there was a bloody flame. Kos is determined not only to kill these abominable humans, but also to warn the rest of humanity in the most brutal way possible.

Whoever violates my realm will be killed!