Dozens of giant swamp crocodiles were lying on the edge of the swamp with their bellies turned over to bask in the sun. They were so densely packed together that it made people’s scalp numb to look at.
Ordinary crocodiles are not difficult for these indigenous people to deal with, but this giant swamp crocodile is a kind of monster. It is not only rough-skinned and thick-bodied, but also has a strong bite force. It can also release water arrows. The water arrows they spit out
It can easily pierce a tree trunk as thick as a bowl dozens of meters away, and this kind of swamp is a famous sprinter in the swamp.
The swamp in front of you will sink half of your thighs if you step on it. It is a paradise for the giant crocodiles. When they crawl, they can swing their giant tails, and each time they swing their tails, they can jump forward with a large body.
Cut off.
This swamp giant crocodile belongs to the early stage of the second level of Warcraft, and it is a Warcraft that the natives would never dare to provoke.
The leather of the Swamp Giant Crocodile is also very precious. If you can meet an imperial merchant, you can sell it for a good price.
Several indigenous hunters lay down behind the barley and gently pushed aside the grass in front of them. They saw the giant swamp crocodiles huddled in the swamp basking in the sun. The wrinkles on hunter Agari's forehead looked extremely deep. He spoke to everyone in indigenous language.
explain:
"There are too many crocodiles. Normally we don't gather such giant swamp crocodiles here, but something is a little unusual here today. I also know another place where the devil antelope is found. How about we try our luck there?"
Agari is the leader of these hunters. He is not only familiar with this dense forest and has rich jungle survival experience, but he can also judge unknown dangers in advance.
The other hunters are very convinced of him, and usually these hunters will strictly implement Agari's suggestions.
Agari's lips were very thick, his eyes were black and bright, and his body was as strong as a bull. He strode ahead. The indigenous hunters felt that there was a huge risk in hunting the giant swamp crocodile here, so they began to slowly
Go back and follow Agari back.
He Boqiang and Molly followed the hunters.
Molly was very happy during this hunting trip. She usually envied the hunters in the village. As long as she was allowed to follow them, she was already satisfied, but she never thought about hunting monsters.
When the team walked into the edge of the forest, they happened to see a large tree lying sideways on the ground.
He Boqiang passed by the big tree and saw that the trunk was hollow inside, and that the tree was actually a rare ironwood. The most valuable core of the ironwood had rotted away and fell on the edge of the forest. He
After thinking about it carefully for a while, I felt that my method was feasible, so I stopped.
When Molly saw He Boqiang stop, she also stopped.
He Boqiang's Aboriginal language was poor, but he could still explain the basic meaning clearly. He said to Molly: "Maybe I have a way to catch those giant swamp crocodiles..."
"Agari, wait a minute!"
Molly ran to the front of the team like a deer, stopped the indigenous hunter Agari, and then said: "Little Duck said he has a way to catch the swamp crocodile, I think we should listen to his opinion!"
Agari turned his thick purple lips, turned around and strode back, came to He Boqiang, stared at him and asked seriously: "Are you sure?"
He Boqiang nodded, took out a handful of fine steel arrow clusters from his arms, and said, "We can give it a try. Even if we don't succeed, there will be no loss!"
"Okay, let's see what ideas you can come up with!" Agari said, and then asked He Boqiang: "Is there anything you need us to do for you?"
"Help me insert these fine steel arrow clusters into the hole of this big tree!" He Boqiang threw the fine steel arrow clusters to Agari and said.
Agari stretched out his hand and knocked the iron wood hard, frowning and said: "How is this possible? This tree is harder than iron. If we had a way to deal with it, it would have become a hardwood bow in our hands."
"Maybe you can do it with a dagger."
After saying that, He Boqiang pulled out the dagger given to him by Suldak from his leather boots, then climbed into the tree hole alone, which could only accommodate one person, and used the dagger to drill round holes in the heart of the tree.
Use an ax to plant those fine steel arrow clusters diagonally.
Seeing He Boqiang's demonstration, these indigenous hunters followed He Boqiang and buried iron thorns in the heart of the tree.
According to He Boqiang's method, these iron thorns are only exposed for a short period of time in the heart of the tree, and all the iron thorns are tilted in the same direction.
Molly squatted at the entrance of the tree hole, looking at He Boqiang curiously, with a hint of blind admiration in her eyes.
Agari, who was peeking at Molly from the side, lowered his head with gloomy eyes. His stubborn eyes were filled with unwillingness. He and other indigenous hunters buried fine steel arrow clusters in the middle of the tree. The indigenous people have pure hearts and enjoy joy, anger, sorrow and joy many times.
Written on their faces, this is both their strength and their fatal flaw.
Soon everyone filled the hollow iron tree with 'teeth' like fine steel arrow clusters. Then He Boqiang and the indigenous hunters pushed the iron tree to the edge of the swamp. This section of iron wood was extremely heavy, so everyone placed it in the swamp.
In the wild grass where the giant crocodile could not be found, He Boqiang then asked Agari to hunt some hares, pheasants and the like in the jungle.
Agari did not refuse, and soon ran back with a bunch of pheasants. Some of the pheasants had arrows stuck in them, and blood was dripping down.
Molly looked at He Boqiang curiously, and saw He Boqiang tying a pheasant that was still dripping with blood to a thin rope, and then asked the indigenous hunter to take Molly and hide in the forest, while he slowly walked towards the edge of the swamp.
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The indigenous hunters have a natural fear of the giant crocodile in the swamp. They saw He Boqiang carrying a pheasant towards the giant crocodile in the swamp, with a look of fear on his face. Although he was a little ready to move, no one was willing to follow him in the end.
In fact, Molly didn't dare, but she was a little worried about He Boqiang. Finally, she gritted her teeth, ran out of the woods with a pale face, and chased after He Boqiang.
Seeing Molly chasing after him, He Boqiang quickly stepped back, pulled her into the woods, and asked her to wait quietly here and not run around, and then moved towards the edge of the swamp again.
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A pheasant covered in blood slowly slipped past the swamp. The giant swamp crocodiles seemed to know that these pheasants were nimble and generally difficult to catch, so they ignored them. However, the pheasant suddenly stopped in front of a swamp.
At the mouth of the swamp giant crocodile, the swamp giant crocodile seems to be able to swallow a pheasant with just one mouth.
So the giant crocodile opened its big mouth lazily and took a bite of the pheasant when it wasn't paying attention.
The pheasant suddenly moved two meters sideways, just avoiding the giant swamp crocodile's big mouth.
The giant swamp crocodile did not chase after him immediately. He squeezed himself into the group of crocodiles and refused to climb out. However, the pheasant seemed unwilling to move and just stopped on the grass.
The giant swamp crocodile squinted its eyes and suddenly opened its mouth and shot a water arrow. The water arrow pierced the pheasant. The pheasant didn't even make any screams, but just staggered into the grass, as if it might die at any time.
When the swamp crocodile saw that the water arrow had hit the pheasant, it was still willing to give up and chased after it with a big tail swung.
Almost every time, I was about to catch up with the pheasant that acted strangely, and the pheasant would avoid it just in time. When the pheasant stopped at the entrance of a tree hole, the giant swamp crocodile slowly crawled over, intending to take a bite.
He swallowed it, but most of its head was stuck into the tree hole. The chicken was right in front of him, and he was only a little bit away from eating it.
The giant swamp crocodile swung its big tail and drilled hard with its four legs. Its huge body filled the tree hole. But the more it drilled inside, the narrower the tree hole became, and some hard things came out of it.
It scratched under its belly, and the giant swamp crocodile didn't pay much attention. When it finally ate the cold pheasant in one bite, it realized that it was already in a tree hole, and could not exit the tree hole no matter what.
I can squeeze forward little by little, hoping to get out of the hole in front.
Even with all its strength, the giant swamp crocodile could not break through the ironwood tree trunk. It was stuck in the tree hole and could only squeeze forward little by little.
It sprayed out several water arrows in a somewhat crazy manner, but unfortunately those water arrows could not penetrate the trunk of the iron tree. It wanted to retreat, but every time it retreated, it always felt like a thousand arrows piercing its heart.
It squeezed forward desperately in the tree hole, squeezed forward desperately, and finally saw the end of the tree hole, and stretched its head out of the tree hole...
In front of it is a piece of grass and dense forest, and above its head is a piece of blue sky... and the ax hanging in mid-air.
At this time, it wanted to go back into the tree hole, but it felt like there were countless fingers poking at it, and it couldn't go back no matter what. It wanted to get out of the tree hole, but its body was stuck at the entrance of the tree hole.