Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Romy suddenly woke up, threw himself away, and at the same time reached for the crossbow under his head.

To be on alert at all times.

He even wound it up overnight and just locked it with a safety catch to prevent accidental triggering.

The training of a technology hunter gave him unparalleled agility. The young man grabbed the crossbow with both hands. The blood on his palm was smeared on the handle. He immediately pulled the trigger in the direction behind him.

"boom!"

The bowstring vibrated.

But the crossbow in Romi's hand suddenly fell apart.

"Empty!" He was surprised.

The original habit of carefully inspecting the crossbow before going to bed before cocking the arrow has become as natural as breathing. It is engraved in the bone marrow and will never be forgotten.

But now, there are no arrows on it.

After emptying, the huge power accumulated in the bow string could not be transmitted to the flying arrow, and had nowhere to vent. All of it was returned to the crossbow itself, breaking the delicate structure in an instant.

A ray of cold light flashed.

The disappearing arrow appeared in front of Romi - held in an extremely thick arm.

Its hair is like snow.

Roots upright.

Simply removing the arrow is not enough. You must first carefully remove the mechanism buckle, loosen the bowstring...and finally return it to its original position.

Fine work.

This should only be possible by humans.

The wind of fists is coming.

Romi lost consciousness instantly.

I only had time to mutter:

"Beak...orangutan!"

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Outside the marching camp, the herdsman Cone, who was lying on the ground, was panicked and trembling when he saw the scene in front of him.

Under the moonlight.

The tech hunters who were vigilant were knocked down one by one. Their enemies were extremely cunning and silent. They even knew how to cover the mouths of the tech hunters first, just like human assassinations.

Make them unable to make a sound.

The figures flashing in the night, under the moonlight and searchlights, swayed with the bursting hair on their bodies, as if they were covered with a layer of pine needle raincoats. They were huge but extremely agile.

Beak-billed orangutan.

It is also a creature active in the Bone Wasteland.

They are wide and strong, like orangutans, using their powerful forearms to assist in walking. The mouth on the huge head is also a protruding steel beak like a rhinoceros, with sharp teeth that pierce the subcutaneous tissue and expose it. outer.

Cone knows:

In addition to being extremely powerful, beak-billed orangutans also have a very high IQ. Even if they are not senior citizens, their average intelligence is no less than that of children and teenagers.

Unlike other wild animals that like to attack herds, beak-billed orangutans are more inclined to attack humans themselves, especially in the form of play.

This makes anyone who encounters them miserable.

only……

"How come there are so many?"

He couldn't believe it.

In the experience of wandering tribes, beak-billed orangutans have always been solitary creatures, let alone groups, and they don’t even have fixed couples.

Only during the breeding season.

We get together occasionally.

In this way, many disputes will break out between each other.

But right now, there are dozens of beak-billed orangutans attacking the technological hunters.

Each one is larger than two humans, has rough skin and thick flesh, and is extremely powerful. In other places on the continent, "beak-billed orangutan" is even used as a slang term to describe people with thick limbs and an unimaginable energy. Brutal strength can be praised or criticized.

But when it really falls on people's heads.

It's not that easy.

"Poof!" Liu Si pulled out the knife fiercely, and the sharp blade opened a big hole in the beak-billed orangutan's body. Blood spurted out and splashed on the snow-white fur, like a flower blooming in white paper.

The beak-billed orangutan in front of him took a step back in pain.

Before the technology hunter could pursue him, his hind legs softened, his knee sockets felt severe pain, and he immediately fell to his knees.

Immediately, the whole person was lifted upside down.

It's another beak-billed orangutan.

Liu Si wanted to hang in the air and swing the knife, but his arms were held by the opponent's giant palm. With a little force, it was like a hydraulic machine, holding him tightly.

Bones creak.

It's like it's about to be crushed.

The combat effectiveness of technological hunters is not weak. However, as a creature in the skeletal wasteland, beak-billed orangutans can evolve into a solitary ecology when surrounded by ferocious beasts... This fact itself actually illustrates the strength of their individual combat capabilities. powerful.

Not to mention, we now have a numerical advantage and can collaborate.

Even if according to common sense, the technological hunter injures the beaked orangutan in front of them, they will not retreat, and their companions behind them may attack at any time.

"This is unscientific!" Liu Si roared in his heart.

——Such an accusation is quite heavy for a technology hunter.

After a fierce battle, more than a dozen technology hunters have been restrained.

Several herdsmen are no exception.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The victorious group of beak-billed orangutans made noisy calls from their sharp beaks while raising the captives stretched out in their hands above their heads. The scene was chaotic and extremely exciting.

"It, what are they going to do..."

Some technological hunters endured severe pain, gritting their teeth and muttering in their hearts.

These white monsters attacked them, and everyone was injured, but not killed.

It's not like the beak-billed orangutans are foraging for food.

These huge upright animals were seen jumping up and down with the captured technology hunters in their arms, stepping over the tents that had been painstakingly built before, and dozens of beaked gorillas ran towards one place.

This time the target was clear.

"White tent?"

The beaked gorillas were heading towards the white cowhide tent left by the North Wind Clan.

The beaked gorillas holding the captives in their hands began to run around the white tent in a circle, dancing and shaking the technology hunters in their hands.

The rest gathered in a pile.

Standing in front of the white tent, as if waiting for something, only occasionally some beaked gorillas could not help but make a commotion.

Until a beaked gorilla with a hunched body, sparse mane, and grayish fur that was originally snow-white walked out of it.

Including the running beaked gorillas, they stopped.

This old beaked gorilla is already old, but judging from its aging appearance, it is obvious that it has not been able to break free from its physiological limits and reach the elder stage. It is just an empty age.

In the wild, such a beaked gorilla, old and weak, should have been able to live in silence and wait for elimination. But now among this group of beaked gorillas, it seems to have a certain prestige.

It raised its arms with all its strength.

Its slender arms are almost longer than the beaked gorilla's body, making it look more than twice as tall.

And under the moonlight.

In the palm of the old beaked gorilla, there is a thick wooden stick, which looks like an old man's walking stick at first glance.

The captured technology hunter didn't know whether his life would be in danger, so he hid in secret and didn't understand what it meant at this moment.

But the next moment, following the action of the old beaked gorilla.

All the upright giants in the audience knelt down in unison - the white tent surrounding the center of the grass hill.