The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Where is the first evil?

I do not know.

But be sure.

Since the little monster can use the seemingly harmless cubs as the primer and launch a duck-cracking attack on us, it means that the other party has reached the point where they have to fight.

You know, whether for monsters or humans, cubs represent hope.

Without compelling circumstances, who would give up hope casually?

Since even hope has been abandoned and such a large-scale suicide attack has been launched, that is to say, the leader behind them has only one purpose-to kill us.

We must be killed by any means at all costs.

The reason for this point, I think, may be related to the failure of the previous siege.

Although I rarely live in dense forests, I still know the law-survival of the fittest.

The pros and cons here do not entirely refer to strength, but also to wisdom, strategy and survivability.

The previous several times of encirclement and suppression of night attacks have all failed. Such a result is unacceptable to the little monster who has been starving and frightened in the dense forest for a long time.

You can fail, but you can't lose a streak. Once you lose a streak, even if you are the leader, you will be finished.

Don't think that the leader is great, other little monsters are holding you, you are the leader, and other little monsters have turned the sky, you are not even a fart.

The essential factor that determines whether other little monsters are holding you or turning the sky upside down is whether they can fill their stomachs and reduce the death rate of their companions.

Obviously, the previous successive attacks have proved that the current leader cannot do this.

It may be because of insufficient ability, or it may be because the opponent is fierce.

In short, it cannot be done.

Failure to do so will shake the status.

For the leader who has been in the high position for a long time, the shake of status means that the rights will be completely lost, the food will no longer be sufficient, and the exclusive female will eventually be accepted by the next leader.

All of this is unacceptable to the little monster leader who is used to rights, status, fullness, and desires.

Therefore, it must win, it must win, even at all costs, even if the hope of the race is pushed to the forefront, even if more of its companions are discarded, even if in the end there may only be half, or even a third. A tribe who never arrived.

As long as you win, it is worth it.

As long as you can win, you can stabilize your position, as long as you maintain your position, you can continue to dominate and indulge yourself.

Food can be collected again.

Females can be selected again.

You can give birth again.

Even if there are less than one-third of the tribe, it is sure to be able to increase the number of tribes back to the original huge in a short time.

After all, in the face of high fertility and high survival rate, everything is not a problem.

The biggest problem now is these dozens of besieged guys.

Why don't they surrender?

Why do they still have such a strong fighting spirit?

Why can't they feel any signs of physical loss?

Even the ferocious giant wolf and the fire-breathing monitor lizard can't be so tenacious...and powerful!

What are they?

Is it local or foreign?

If it is local, why hasn't it been discovered until now?

If they are from outside, what is their purpose here?

Is it to overthrow the dynasty that you have established?

Hiding in a bush somewhere, secretly observing the scene where the clansmen were mercilessly slaughtered, the little monster leader trembled.

It has always thought that it has the chance to win, but at this moment, it already feels that it does not have much chance of winning, just like it was when it was weak and facing an adult giant wolf.

The group of people in front of them... terrible!

Can't win... definitely can't win.

The pupils of the little monster leader flashed with fear and helplessness, but it was still insisting, still deceiving the same race, encouraging them to move forward, telling them that these creatures carry a lot of food, which can be used to feed their stomachs. Females can also be used to reward the bravest fighters.

The premise is that they can win.

But is it possible?

Holding on to the tree trunk, looking obliquely downward, this little monster hiding in the bushes and constantly screaming strangely, I have already determined that it is the leader-except for the leader, who would take a break during the hottest time of the battle?

Since it's the leader, it's damned.

I smiled and slowly drew the big sword out of its sheath.

Since the scabbard is made of flexible leather, it will not make any sound, but the killing intent can affect the instinct of creatures.

The moment the sword was completely unsheathed, the little monster leader turned his head in panic.

It didn't know that I was standing behind it, it didn't even notice that there was no one in the team, it was just staring at me and the knife in my hand with horrified eyes.

It is in fear, in Zhansu, in... incontinence.

The more creatures that live on the knife edge and lick blood, the greater the instinctive reaction to the surroundings.

The same is true for the little monster leader.

Although it has been so high for many years, the instinct that was once honed in the days of licking blood from the knife's edge does not mean that it can be discarded.

In its horrified eyes, this tall and giant fellow possessed absolute power and unmatched strength.

Just face it, you can be sure, if you resist, you will definitely die.

As a result, it made an unexpected move-kneeling and surrendering.

This is the instinct of weak creatures. When facing an invincible opponent, surrendering, most of them can save their lives.

This has even become the law in the dense forest.

Unfortunately, the people in front of you are not local, but foreign.

I don't have time to pay attention to the humble attitude of the little monster kneeling and surrendering. This is just the rules of this island and dense forest. What does it matter to me?

Besides, I have a set of rules that belong to me—cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will cause harm to life.

The knife is out of its sheath. If there is no blood, how can you say it?

So, I smiled and nodded at it, and then took his life.

The attack of the little monster stopped two minutes after the leader died.

Then, this group of guys who were still aggressive before, disappeared in an instant and disappeared.

The so-called mobs refer to these guys.

It's okay to at least leave a few and resolutely resist.

But speaking of it, I am a bit disappointed and regretful. I thought that the little monster leader who could organize such a beautiful night attack and encirclement would be tall and strong. In the eyes of monsters, Yushu faces the wind, and in the eyes of humans, it is a type of unparalleled power.

In the end... it was a coward who was scared to pee on his pants and kneeled to worship.

With a sigh, I waved the knife again and chopped the little monster leader to pieces.

Xiao Zhi rushed over at this very fast speed. Seeing that the corpse of the little monster leader had become a puddle of mud, she was instantly upset, stared at me, squeaked, and collected the corpse with her forelimbs very uncomfortably.

I don't know where it is upset again. Maybe the Beetle will be uncomfortable for a few days a month, even if it is a male.

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