A sharp ax shimmering with cold light fell from the sky and struck the swamp crocodile hard on its head, making a muffled sound and smashing its eyelids tightly shut.
The swamp crocodile was unable to resist and could only squeeze out with all its strength. However, this iron tree was so strong that even an adult swamp crocodile could not break it and could only hit the sharp ax above its head.
The swamp crocodile's skin is very thick and its skull is very hard.
The ax did not make a cut in its skull, but only left a shallow white mark.
An indigenous hunter stood on an ironwood tree trunk with his legs spread apart. Seeing this scene, his face changed slightly. His legs were still trembling, as if they might collapse at any time.
Seeing the giant crocodile struggling continuously, the native hunter was worried that the giant crocodile would squeeze out the exit and escape from inside, so he quickly spit in the palm of his hand, raised the ax high again, and struck it down at the same position.
The giant crocodile in the tree hole was hit hard by an ax again. Under the heavy blow, the giant crocodile's mouth opened slightly, and a water arrow flew out against the grassland. It was unknown where it flew. This time the giant crocodile
The thick skin on the head was finally cut open, revealing the dense white bones under the skin.
Because the body was squeezed into the heart of the tree and under tremendous pressure, the blood in the body seemed to have found an outlet and spurted out along the wound on the top of the head. Under the huge internal pressure, it turned into a blood mist, spraying all over the indigenous hunters.
With his face covered all over his body, the indigenous hunter reached out and wiped it randomly on his face, and then struck it down with an axe, finally cracking a thin crack in the thick white bones on the top of his head.
After several consecutive ax blows, the skull of the giant swamp crocodile was forcibly split open by the indigenous hunter.
Under the continuous blows of the giant axe, the giant swamp crocodile was shocked to death, its skull was cracked, and a magic core was soaked in the blood-stained brain.
The body of the giant swamp crocodile was stuck in the trunk of the iron tree. He Boqiang could only ask the indigenous hunter to cut off the entire exposed head of the giant crocodile and take out the grease-filled internal organs along the chest cavity.
After shriveling down, the body of the giant swamp crocodile was barely dragged out from the center of the tree.
With the first successful experience, the second and third times soon followed. The indigenous hunters never thought that the giant swamp crocodile, which was so powerful and invincible to them, would repeatedly fall into this tree.
In the hole trap, it has been tried and tested repeatedly.
After hunting five giant crocodiles, Agari signaled the other indigenous hunters to stop, because no matter how many crocodiles they hunted, they would not be able to bring them back to the tribe. Six giant crocodiles was already the limit they could carry. Even so, the indigenous hunters still
They need to be determined to give up those crocodile offal that are not easy to carry. They eat grilled fish liver for lunch. The indigenous people don't seem to care about the fishy food. Even Molly eats it with relish.
Only He Boqiang enjoyed the privilege of eating a pheasant leftover from hunting crocodiles. This kind of pheasant with a light frame and thin body is old and woody. After roasting, it becomes even harder to chew. There is no way, so all the marching rations are given to him.
After killing the big land bear, I could only manage to eat such an old and tough pheasant at this time.
Before leaving, the indigenous hunter marked the hollow iron tree, removed all the fine steel arrow clusters installed inside, cleaned it inside and out, and carried it into the woods and hid it in the bushes. Only then did he feel relieved.
Come, two hunters carry a giant swamp crocodile, and ten indigenous hunters just lift all five crocodiles. Everyone returns along the original route. Because the indigenous hunters are carrying heavy objects, it takes more than twice the time to return to the village.
time.
Every time the indigenous hunters return to the village, they are treated like kings. This time they brought back crocodile meat for the villagers. The indigenous women in the village were waiting at the entrance of the village. When they saw the indigenous hunters coming out of the dense forest, they all ran out to help.
They took down the prey and carried the crocodiles into the square in the village, where the great wizard Inoyatira was waiting.
There is a wooden chopping board required for butchering and skinning in the square. The giant swamp crocodile is placed on the chopping board. The entire tail of the seven or eight meter long giant crocodile falls outside the chopping board. At this time, there is an elder in the village who is responsible for dividing the meat. But he
The iron knife in my hand could not cut through the tough skin of the swamp crocodile.
The hunters had no choice but to step forward again and use their sharp axes to split the giant crocodile bit by bit. Fortunately, the crocodile meat inside was not so tough. The white and tender crocodile meat was fairly distributed by the village elders to every indigenous person in the village.
, the remaining crocodile skin and crocodile head were presented to the great wizard Inoyatira, and a large number of fish bones were thrown into more than ten large clay pots to make soup.
The entire village of indigenous people gathered around these clay pots, waiting quietly for the crocodile meat to be cooked, and then fished the meat bones out to eat.
In fact, the indigenous people also use seasonings when they eat meat and bones. The seasonings of these indigenous people are very special. Everything is very fresh. They picked some green pears from the trees, and picked some green peppers and red peppers.
They pounded these things into stone troughs, fished out the dregs, and added a little salt to this sour, spicy, and numb sauce. Every indigenous person would use a wooden bowl to serve it.
Be small, wait for the hot crocodile bones to be taken out of the soup pot, and then eat them with this sauce.
To be honest, He Boqiang didn't expect that these indigenous women were so good at eating. The bones of ten giant crocodiles were piled up in a huge pile. Not only did they gnaw the meat bones clean, but they also drank the broth in the large clay pots.
They were all clean. The only thing that was a bit difficult to distinguish was not the crocodile meat, but the ten warrior-like indigenous hunters. Under the expectant eyes of the women in the village, they each selected the plumpest indigenous hunter from the crowd just like a king choosing his concubine.
The woman walked into the house that was leaking from all directions and had only four pillars holding up the roof.
The other indigenous women dispersed unwillingly, but before they dispersed, the indigenous women tried to pass by He Boqiang coquettishly, hoping that he would keep one of them behind, which made Molly feel like a female leopard.
, bared his teeth at the indigenous women, and made a low warning sound, which frightened the indigenous women and immediately dispersed, and no one dared to come closer.
"This happens every time they are full..." Molly explained to He Boqiang.
He Boqiang was still a little embarrassed at the moment. Those enthusiastic and bold indigenous women really gave him a strong impact. At this time, he could only suppress the inexplicable impulse in his heart, nodded to Molly, and then pulled a hand to Inoyati.
The great wizard walked away.
The great wizard was dealing with the crocodile heads, and other indigenous children gathered around the great wizard, picking out the last crocodile tail bones from the clean crocodile bones. Those tail bones were like little finger joints covered with bone spurs.
The tip is like a sharp bone spur, and the bones become thicker as you go to the back. The indigenous children found a flexible rope and stretched the tail bones to form a flexible bone whip. The children who got the bone whip were so excited that they cried out at night.
While shouting, those children who did not get the bone whip could only look on with envy.
The indigenous girl Molly followed He Boqiang and came over. The children rushed to offer the bone whip in their hands to Molly, but Molly seemed to look down on those things and waved her hands to reject the group of children.
He Boqiang stood in front of the great wizard of Inoyatira. The great wizard said to He Boqiang without raising his head: "Beloved by God, you have a good rest. I will teach you how to make colonial clothing tomorrow. I hope that for the sake of the gods and demons,
My dear, never be the enemy of the natives of Handanar County."
"This should be my promise to you!" He Boqiang said to the great wizard Inoyatila. His throat was a little hoarse and dry. He had not spoken for a long time, and he still couldn't control his pronunciation.
"I heard from Baikal that you can't speak Imperial Language, but there's nothing wrong with your voice. It can be seen that your inability to speak is not because you can't speak, but because of your problem!"
The great wizard Inoyatila said and pointed at He Boqiang's heart.
"There is a closed door in your heart. As long as you can push that door open, you will be able to find your voice again. You have to do this by yourself. No one can help you!"
The great wizard Inoyatila said to He Boqiang.
He Boqiang nodded slightly and said to the great wizard Inoyatila: "Then I will come to visit you tomorrow morning..."