Lord Roar

Chapter 55 Giant Pandas
Allen, who was leaning against the tree to regain his strength, suddenly felt inexplicable palpitations.

He raised his eyes and looked at the group of crows circling in mid-air outside the forest. For some unknown reason, they did not follow in, but hovered outside the forest, flapping their wings constantly, as if they were afraid of something.

Allen felt at ease, and it seemed that these ghosts would fly in for a while.

Although he couldn't figure out the reason, at least he was safe now. The most urgent thing was to get some food to replenish his energy. After running for so long on an empty stomach, it would be dangerous if he became dehydrated.

I can't go out outside, so I can only go deep into the forest to find life. With a sigh, Allen stood up dragging his tired body.

On the other hand, Dina looked energetic and kept running around.

"This should be the Beast Forest!" Allen sighed, "Follow me and see if you can pass through and enter the Wild Ancient Plain."

The depths of the forest were pitch black, like a cloud of fog that made him instinctively feel inexplicable danger.

Dina's complexion changed suddenly, and she pointed to the depths of the forest. Allen listened attentively, and faint roars came from the depths of the forest.

Accompanied by the beast-like roars, the ground under his feet began to tremble slightly.

Allen could only smile wryly, feeling the ground under his feet tremble more and more, and he finally understood where his inexplicable heart palpitations came from.

This is the intuition that I have cultivated countless times on the battlefield, the advance sense of danger.

If it hadn't been for the deafening roar that kept coming to his ears, he would have thought it was a group of tanks driving out of the forest.

What kind of beast is this? It is estimated that dinosaurs are nothing more than that. Alan broke out in a cold sweat and went out of the forest. Not to mention whether the two of them can continue to escape the pursuit of the acid crows, they just lack food and drink problem cannot be solved.

Seeing the Acid Crow hovering in mid-air outside the forest, he felt his head was getting bigger, these little things really held grudges, this is a posture of immortality.

In the future, Dina must change her habit of being cheap, and she can no longer throw stones at others when she disagrees with her. The crows are fine and squawk twice. If she insists on throwing stones at others, don’t crows quack? Sing beautiful canto for you?It's been punished now.

Dina stared into the depths of the forest with wide eyes, her big face was full of curiosity.

Alan pulled Dina and climbed up a big tree. Dina pinched the corner of her skirt with reluctance on her face.

The bodies of the two were hidden in the dense branches and leaves, trying to adjust their heartbeat and hold their breath.

Looking in the direction of the roar, Allen could feel the danger getting closer.

Following a group of dark shadows walking out from the depths of the forest, Allen opened his mouth wide, revealing two back molars, like a toad severely lacking in oxygen.

"Is this a fucking panda?" Allen almost fell from the tree. Less than 50 meters ahead, tall and mighty, panda-like guys came staggeringly.

"It's so cute!" Dina's eyes turned into crescents.

More than a dozen unusually tall pandas, with their big heads dangling and dark circles under their eyes, kept sniffing and looking around.

Looking at this group of enlarged giant pandas, Alan felt a little confused for a while.

Although he thinks with his tonsils, he also knows that this panda is not that panda.

The group of guys in front of him must not be the group of national treasures that he is familiar with who make a living by selling cuteness.

In addition to the similar appearance, the two are thousands of miles apart in terms of size and temperament.

The pandas in front of me are estimated to be thrown into any zoo in the world. They don’t need to make a living by being cute. As far as their size is concerned, they can dominate the zoo just around the corner. The group of tigers, lions, elephants, etc., seeing them is the best way out It's just trying to be cute to find a way out.

This is definitely not a species. It looks like a god, but no, it doesn't look like it.

The pandas he was familiar with walked around on their stomachs, but the pandas in front of him stood up and walked forward.

Their feet are on the ground, their round heads are dangling, their big bellies look like they have drunk too much fake wine, and they are walking a pair of short legs swaying from side to side.

To exaggerate, if the panda in Alan's world is a baby who is still in its infancy, the group of pandas in front of him is Arnold Schwarzenegger who just won the bodybuilding championship.

Among other things, he has never heard that a national treasure can grow more than three meters tall.

Even if the national treasure does not eat bamboo every day, it is impossible to only eat hormones and protein powder.

This group of pandas had obvious violent features all over their bodies, especially their eyes. He could see the evil spirit that couldn't be concealed from the dark circles under their eyes, and he could even feel the real fierce light.

That kind of look seemed familiar, and Allen was deeply impressed.

Once, after returning from a day of special training in the company in the previous life, I found that the cooking class did not cook, and the comrades who were hungry with their chests pressed against their backs looked at the cooking soldiers with such eyes.

Another time was five months after the closed training camp, the comrades suddenly found two beautifully dressed old vegetable sellers at the gate of the camp.

While the pandas walked forward restlessly, they kept patting the surrounding big trees. After patting a few times, the pandas, who were not cute at all, raised their round heads, looked up expectantly and opened their mouths, standing stupidly. I don't know what to wait for under the tree.

After standing for a while and finding nothing, the pandas roared a couple of times irritably, and then continued to search for the next big tree to continue beating, repeating the cycle.

Allen looked at them restlessly, no matter how they looked, they looked like severe mania after the foodies were not satisfied.

When he was in the military camp, he also had this bad habit. Every time he was hungry in the cafeteria, he would not be pleasing to the eye, especially when he saw the cooks in the cooking class, he always had to go up and kick them to relieve his anger.

"Isn't this a polar bear with dyed fur?" As the pandas got closer, Alan felt a little red heart in his chest was about to pop out. They are polar bear-like guys with dyed fur, and they must be good babies who are not picky eaters.

Their appearance shows that they are not good-tempered masters. They will eat when they have a disagreement, and they will do it when they can't eat.

Look at the tonnage and the fat on the face, the fierce light in the black eye circles, and the sharp claws.

If he falls into the hands of these foodies, there may not even be a single hair left. Alan dare not think about it anymore. This is not a heavyweight at all, and the numbers are even more unequal.

However, he found that these trees were quite strong. He estimated that if he had been clawed by the pandas instead, they would have been as gorgeous and short-lived as fireworks.

Allen had to lament that if a person walks and memorizes words, he will hit his heels if he farts.

When he climbed the tree, he didn't have time to think about it. He climbed the tree closest to him. As a result, on the tree he was hiding in now, except for a few things like red fruits, the leaves and branches were not dense enough. Half squatting on the tree trunk barely covered half of his body.

Allen prayed devoutly, praying that these pandas would not climb trees.

The big tree under his feet was only five or six meters high, and he was already squatting on the tallest branch.

However, the height of the pandas should be at least three meters according to visual estimation.

Allen looked at Dina, speechless for a while, no matter how strong the trees are, there is nothing to do with them. Looking at this group of "lively and jumping foodies", you don't need to guess that they must have good jumping ability.

Standing up to a height of more than three meters, plus the length of the arms, it is estimated that you can pull yourself down by stretching out your claws. Even if you can't reach it, just take off and jump on the spot.

Not long after, the pandas went to the tree where Alan was hiding, patted the trunk, raised his head, and the panda who was about to open his mouth suddenly found Alan squatting on the trunk.

The panda was excited, after a few roars similar to communicating with his companions.

A large group of pandas gathered around the tree, slapping the trunk irritably, and yelling at the two people on the tree from time to time, some impatient ones stretched out their arms, trying to get them down with their paws.

The other pandas surrounded the tree with their heads up, with bloody mouths, looking expectantly at Alan on the tree trunk.

If it weren't for the group of pandas under the tree, all of them opened their bloody mouths and showed their gleaming teeth. Allen felt that they had a unique style of literature and art just by the angle of their heads.

Of course, if they didn't regard the poor Alan and Dina as breakfast, they would feel that they are more artistic.

Looking at their sturdy bodies and their big mouths like washbasins, Allen felt that he might have overestimated himself. For them, he was just a pre-dinner dessert, more likely an appetizing candy.

Finally, some impatient pandas couldn't wait any longer, their roars became louder and more intensive, and they began to exert force on their paws, trying to shake Alan off the tree.

Allen looked at the sharp claws constantly waving under his feet, and his heart almost stopped suddenly.

Fortunately, these pandas can't climb trees.

"Don't jump up, don't jump, don't jump." Allen prayed to God like the most devout believer.

God seems to have heard Allen's prayer.

The pandas were also very face-saving, they didn't jump up, but looked for someone on the ground, ready to be smashed down by the two humans on the tree.

I saw a particularly strong panda with a square shape. I don't know where to find a piece of soil with the size of a head.

After howling twice, it seemed to be a little proud. This square panda weighed the clods of earthworms on its paws, and it might feel very handy.

Allen in the tree felt that these guys were insidious and cunning.

Damn, you guys have such an IQ, why are you still messing around in this forest? Hurry up and get out and rule the Saint Cassis Continent!

(End of this chapter)