Chapter 128 - Prophe

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The search for water through the natives was quickly disbanded.

Ten poisoned spears were suddenly thrown out from the dark forest behind the surviving aboriginals. They were neatly planted in front of Zero's feet, separating him from the aboriginals like a cordon.

At that moment, there was a slight sense of absent-mindedness. When did his sense of danger decrease? When Zero thought of this, he felt relieved as he looked at these primitive weapons. For a long time now, only powerful mutated beasts or modern weapons had been able to trigger the signal of danger. The worst kind of weapon would be a weapon that had been artificially forged.

Zero had never encountered this kind of wooden primitive weapon before. To Zero, it was no different from a tree in the wilderness. Moreover, these spears only served to warn him, not to pierce his body. As a result, they did not carry much killing intent, which was why he ignored them.

But Zero didn't like being on the defensive, and when his fingers touched the butt of the revolver, he had to stop.

A strong killing intent was coming from behind him, and if he remembered correctly, Monnie seemed to be in that direction as well.

Turning around, he saw that Monnie was still looking confused. She had no idea that in the darkness behind her, a half-moon saw was less than ten centimeters away from her delicate neck.

It was only when he looked at her that Monnie noticed something was wrong. The girl immediately tried to avoid the weapon. However, a slender arm came out of the darkness and gently pressed down on Monnie's shoulder.

Monnie didn't dare to move, even though it was small, but it gave Monnie the same feeling as a Violent Bear's palm.

In the darkness, a woman appeared behind Monnie.

He was about twenty years old, and his skin was as dark as the endless night. However, it didn't give people an ugly feeling. Instead, it gave people a quiet feeling akin to the earth. The woman's face was rougher than those of her countrymen in the city, but her strong nose and slightly thick lips gave her a wild air.

Her body wasn't hot, but it was well-proportioned. The two small and firm lumps of soft flesh in front of her chest, along with the tall and straight mountain peak, supported the simple linen vest on the woman's body, causing her to be unable to help but pinch it. The woman's vest was very short, only reaching her navel, so it was very easy to see the breathtaking slender waist, the raised buttocks that extended downwards, and the perfect string of legs that flowed into her dress and out from under the hem.

Her face and shoulders were painted with the color of the surviving natives. Without any shoes on her slender legs, and with her cute little toes on the ground, Zero was worried that she might become the target of a mutated plant's attack.

However, it was this fairy-like woman who held a saw that could be called a lethal weapon in her hand.

Wheel saws are very different from the weapons the natives use. First, it was made of metal, and second, it was shaped like a half moon. The edge of the crescent moon was covered with fine sawteeth. These sawteeth were like the fangs of ferocious beasts that could twice damage a wound. Zero could imagine the area of the wound enlarging and the corresponding amount of blood flowing out after they cut through it.

Fierce and vicious weapons like these obviously weren't the style of natives. They came from the hands of Master Forging.

With the appearance of this woman, more natives emerged from the forest. They were either holding arrows or spears, surrounding Zero in a half moon shape.

"Why are you attacking my people, outsiders?"

Another surprise happened.

This was clearly a woman from the aboriginal side. Although it was difficult to understand, she could at least understand the common language of the continent. He had thought that she was squealing like the natives.

Just as Zero wanted to explain, the native that had survived shouted. The language he was using was fast and urgent, like meaningless syllables, or at least zero. He didn't expect himself to understand a single word.

Even if he didn't understand, it didn't mean that the woman in front of him didn't understand. With the change in her expression and the chainsaw at Monnie's neck, Zero knew that the storm had ended.

Soon, the other natives found the corpse of the Firelizard snake. When the snake corpse, which had been hollowed out by the man-eating tree, was brought back to the aboriginals, the surviving aboriginals excitedly described something to the female leader. he said, pointing to the zero, his face full of respect.

"It's you... Kill this devil snake? " the woman asked, pointing at the snake.

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As he nodded, the other natives suddenly raised the weapons in their hands and let out strange cries.

Su Bai was confused. However, the female leader walked over, handed Mony over to Su Ming, and said, "You guys can leave. On account of you saving our comrades and killing the Devil Snake, I can pretend that I didn't see you. Just remember that outsiders like you are not welcome in this jungle. If you understand, then scram! "

Zero smiled wryly in his heart. He had been eager to kill the Firelizard snake and save this aboriginal in exchange for a "scram".

He shook his head and said, "We don't want to stay, but we need clean water to drink. If you can tell me where I can get some edible water, we'll leave immediately. "

Su Zhizhan was very polite and didn't even think about asking the woman for clean water. He just asked for the location of the water source. Unexpectedly, the woman's face changed as she screamed, "What? You're here to steal the life source?"

At the same time as she shouted, the saw in the woman's hand began to vibrate slightly. It was a sign that he was using some sort of ability. Zero didn't know that just a few casual words from him had aroused the hostility of the other party. He immediately pulled Monnie back, one hand on the butt of the revolver at his waist.

The aboriginals behind him seemed to know that their leader was about to attack. They all let out strange cries and assumed a attacking posture.

Just as the two sides were about to make a move, a loud shout came from behind the aboriginals, "Stop!"

Hearing this voice, the female aboriginal was slightly surprised, but obediently lifted up her attack posture. As for the other aboriginals, they also quieted down and opened up a path.

An old man with a white beard, leaning on a cane, appeared in the middle of the field with two armed male native guards carrying bows and arrows, a broadsword at his waist, and a spear in their hands. The old man sniffed the air and laughed: "I have forgotten how long it has been since I last smelled gunpowder." Young man, why did you not follow the mountain path that was opened by the caravan and instead come here? You have to understand that the God of Death Mountain Range is not an amusement park.

Before he could answer, the female aboriginal had already rushed to say, "Esteemed prophet, this greedy foreigner is here to rob us of the Origin of Life!"