Chapter 302： God of the Baka

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Wen Zilong continued to roar anxiously, let these people fled immediately.

These people are good, all worshipped one by one.

Wen Zilong is crying without tears.

This is really the emperor is not anxious.

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, there is this **** here, they don't have to escape at all.

In a hurry, he saw a blood on his arm.

It may have been drawn by a branch when I escaped just now.

He was about to put a huge head on the man's wound and lick it gently.

In my mind, the system prompt sound immediately:

"The DNA extracted from this person can match this person's language system."

Soon, there was something in Wen Zilong's mind.

These things are naturally about the person's language.

It turns out that these people are called Baka.

Their ethnic group is not large.

It has always been between 50 and 100 people.

For thousands of years, they have lived in the jungle for generations.

Their language is called Baka.

After Wen Zilong is upgraded, the DNA of any animal can be immediately matched to the language system of the species.

At this time, he saw that the gap he had just blasted with an ultrasonic attack had been blocked by marching ants again.

He secretly hurt himself for a second.

No one understands me.

so lonely.

Looking back, I saw that the ant ball in the back, although it had shrunk by half, was less than five meters away from me.

He can only use the ultrasonic attack again to open a gap.

"Get away from me--"

In the fan-shaped area at a 90-degree angle in front of them, the marching ants, like snow covered urine, quickly melted.

Soon, the gap opened again.

Wen Zilong shouted at the Baka people who were still prostrate in the Baka language:

"Don't run away at this time, when will you wait?"

The Baka people froze for a moment.

This **** even spoke their language? !

They looked at the eight-meter-long giant crocodile in shock.

The shock in my heart cannot be overstated.

Wen Zilong was really speechless.

"You don't run away, then I will go first."

After he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated and jumped forward from the gap.

Seeing this, the Baka people stood up one after another and followed Wen Zilong forward.

Under the leadership of Wen Zilong, they finally escaped the encirclement.

However, the marching ants in the back quickly chased over again.

Wen Zilong shouted to the Baka:

"Cross the river!"

At this time, these Baka people have no doubt that Wen Zilong is a god.

Not a god, how could he come to rescue them suddenly?

Not a god, how can a human voice be made?

Not a god, how can they speak their Baka language?

Their command of the gods is naturally convinced.

As quickly as Wen Zilong said, after running 100 meters forward, they all jumped over the river.

Most of the river surface in this rainforest is very gentle.

In one word, it is Jing Ruo Zi Zi.

But the water flow that Wen Zilong pointed to them was very urgent.

In one word, it is moving like a shrew.

When these people jumped over the river, Wen Zilong jumped directly into the river.

After a while, the marching ants came to the river channel again.

They are still building ant bridges as before.

However, because the rivers are like shrews, it is more difficult for them to build ant bridges, with longer time and greater losses.

Look, even the sturdy marching ants are just a group of little brothers in front of the shrew.

Wen Zilong, like an eagle B, quietly lay on the bottom of the river, quietly watching them build an ant bridge.

In my heart, there is a pleasurable sense of prank like a child.

After about two minutes, the Ant Bridge has been built for more than half, leaving only more than thirty centimeters, and you can get to the right bank.

Until this time, Wen Zilong slowly emerged from the bottom of the river.

He smiled in his mouth and stretched out his paws.

On the left side of the ant bridge, gently take a shot.

It had already built a 1.7-meter ant bridge, and all fell into the water.

The river like the shrew suddenly rolled up these tens of thousands of army ants and roared downstream.

Wen Zilong, like an electric shock, retracted his claws.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Although the marching ants suffered heavy losses, they were extremely sturdy.

Continue to build the ant bridge.

Wen Zilong said: "You continue, you continue, I will cheer you up next to you. Gangbad!"

After more than two minutes, the ant bridge was only more than thirty centimeters away from the right bank.

Wen Zilong raised his left paw and photographed it again from the root of the mosquito bridge on the left.

The entire ant bridge fell into the water again.

Swept down by the river shrew.

"what--"

Wen Zilong helped surprised: "Sorry, I'm really embarrassed. Look, I'm so careless."

While talking, I thought to myself: It seems a bit cheap. It was so cheap that I wanted to beat myself.

Ant Bridge was built twice in succession, both ended in failure.

Those marching ants no longer continue.

They were all on the bank of the river, looking at the behemoth Wen Zilong.

"Continue, don't stop."

Wenzi Long said cheaply.

The marching ants creaked slightly.

Obviously demonstrating to Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong scoffed at this.

"Everyone can be bragging, the important thing is that all the bragging must be realized, then that is the real bragging. As for you, huh ..."

After marching for more than half an hour, those marching ants really had no choice but to retreat slowly.

Wen Zilong saw these guys retreat, and then came to the right bank.

When the Baka people saw the gods go ashore, they hurried to the ground again.

The mouth kept saying: "God saved us."

"Thank the gods."

"We Baka are your most faithful servants."

"May you be with the **** of the forest."

The Baka people lived in the forest for thousands of years.

The **** of the forest is their supreme god.

The **** of the forest is immortal.

"May you be with the **** of the forest" is their most sincere blessing to other gods.

Wen Zilong nodded and said, "Well, be together, be together. Let's get up and talk."

Those Baka people stood up one after another.

Wen Zilong looked at these Baka people.

The Baka people don't wear tops.

This made him a bit unbearable.

The patriarch stood up and said:

"Great God, on behalf of all my people, I thank you and thank you for saving us. Without you today, we Baka people would probably ... be extinct."

Thinking of the extinction, the patriarch still felt terrified.

They Baka people have lived in the forest for thousands of years.

Although the number of people has been only 50 to 100 people, but they have been living peacefully.

Never encountered a major disaster.

Today, if this **** didn't help them, there would be no more Baka people in this world.

Wen Zilong cleared his throat and said righteously:

"Maintaining world peace is my responsibility."

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