On a rainy day, Chelman looked at the weather outside the cave with a gloomy face, and light rain fell on the forest.
Slowly, the raindrops that were just the size of gravel a moment ago became heavier and heavier, forming a curtain of rain in front of his eyes.
"Damn the weather."
He said, imitating the tone of the elder in his camp.
I feel in my heart that only these few words can simply express my feelings.
There was a warmth coming from the cave behind him, and the people under his hands had already raised the fire.
He turned around and looked at the native named Stone who had been fawning around him all day long.
He was majestically directing the few remaining people under his command to clean up the body of the original owner of the cave.
Peel.
Chelman watched as a simple and sharp knife in someone's hand flew over the dead body.
A lion that was a bit bigger than the buffalo outside, this excellent jungle hunter was stripped of a relatively complete fur.
This thing can make them become warriors of the clan and get rid of the lowliness of slaves.
Soon, the stone asked someone to carefully cut off the head of this big guy with a knife, and held it in front of his master like a treasure.
"Throw it away."
Comparing the ones that his elders prepared for him, Cheerman shook his head.
This kind of predator can only be regarded as the middle level in this jungle, not even the edge of the upper level.
After all, the creatures in this jungle become more terrifying as you go deeper into the center.
Nothing compared to that big lizard.
Like a subconscious comparison, he thought of the big guy that was injured in the fight for territory that he and his men planned to kill a few days ago, and used its head to prove himself.
However, it failed.
Facing this kind of predator that neither bows, arrows nor spears can do anything about, the hunters under his hands are like wild beasts that have lost their teeth and claws.
Chellman even suspected that if he hadn't encountered the group of scapegoats later, even if he took out the fire-breathing metal weapon his father left for him, he wouldn't be able to do anything good.
Then he thought about the group of people who had already dealt with that thing when he left.
It would be an honor for them to devote their lives to me.
The slave owner naturally thought of this.
The rain is getting heavier.
Zhao Qian was walking on an animal path in a dense forest.
He frowned and looked at the raindrops falling from the sky.
But I never thought that this place could simulate all kinds of weather so realistically.
Now, I feel a little sticky all over my body.
"There's a shelter out front."
Said the black-haired girl with an unknown big green leaf covering her head.
She pointed to a relatively wide slope over there, and a dark cave was there, next to an old tree.
Zhao Qian did not speak.
He held the sword in his hand, and his eyes reflected the looming fire somewhere in the cave.
A very strange feeling.
Like he knew something was peering inside.
This kind of performance becomes more and more obvious especially after feeling the qi in the body.
A few strange and weak breaths.
"Someone."
He said, causing Jasmine, who was about to say a few more words, to stop.
Lilyeste in the back looked at the man in front of her.
She doesn't quite understand yet.
But the next moment, an arrow told the blond girl the answer.
"call out" The arrow penetrated the rain curtain and shot straight towards the Asians under the rain.
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Zhao Qian looked at it.
This arrow was definitely much faster than the black-haired girl's, and the discolored raindrops on the animal's teeth made him understand instantly. poisonous.
Escaped neatly.
More arrows followed.
Zhao Qian stood in an area as safe as possible outside the cave, looking at the place that seemed to be the residence of a certain animal, and said nothing.
Occasionally, a few stream arrows flew by, which did not pose any threat to him.
The two people on the side had also been hiding behind the tree for a long time, observing the situation in the cave.
The figures on both sides seemed to be locked in a quiet confrontation.
In the cave, Cheerman glared at the stone that was the first to shoot the arrow.
In his opinion, the first arrow was undoubtedly more of a warning, exposing everything.
Shikuai knew his master, and he definitely took a fancy to the two women next to the man outside, especially the white-skinned one.
Otherwise, the people under his command would not be allowed to stop and pick up weapons.
Who knows, now it's screwed up.
This also made the little leader of the slaves who originally planned to flatter his master not know what to do for a while.
He thought that according to the archery skills that he was originally proud of, he would never go wrong. what to do Stone thought, and he glanced at the hunter slaves who were shooting arrows in an orderly manner in the cave.
He heard his master's orders.
"Come out, there are more of us than them."
Cheerman gritted his teeth and said, since he has offended someone, he should get rid of it before it becomes a hidden danger.
This is what his grandfather has always taught him.
It would be a bit disgusting if that group of people just fled and caused trouble for themselves from time to time on the road.
"Yes, sir."
Shi Li led the people to the front as if he had received an amnesty.
As for the danger, it was nothing to the slave leader.
There were only three of them.
This is what all ordinary people think.
But the next second, the next sword light made everyone feel scared. die
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