MTL - Orc Predator-~ ☆Chapter Jungle

The dawn just arrived, and the jungle was silent, with a few thin rays of sunlight leaking through the dense branches and leaves and falling in the still humid air that hadn't dissipated in the morning mist.

On the top of the jungle trees, a bird with brown feathers hovered and fell from a height. It was only the size of a pheasant, but it had a sharp beak like an eagle. Its black eyes watched vigilantly through the dense leaves repeatedly, cautiously tried to approach the surrounding branches and then suddenly flew high, its body brushed against the dew-stained leaves from time to time, but did not make a sound. Until the sun rose a little higher, the big bird, who was finally convinced that the surroundings were safe and very tired, finally stopped slowly on a tree. However, its pale yellow claws had just grasped the branch firmly, and a flash of silver light, like lightning, flashed and disappeared before its eyes quickly and silently. Before he could even utter a mournful cry, the big bird's slender neck hangs down feebly, and its whole body limply falls from the tree, falling straight into a person's hands. This person is clinging to the tree trunk, his whole body is covered with leaves and vines, and it blends perfectly with the surroundings. Even during the hunting just now, except for the movement of his arms, the rest of his body remained motionless as if he had grown together with the tree. . Both his hands were wrapped with vines, and the knife at his waist was also hidden in the vines. From head to toe, only a pair of eyes were exposed, indifferent, calm and sharp.

Putting his mouth against the wound on the prey's neck, all the blood that was too late to spurt was poured into his stomach at this time until there was no drop left. He hangs the prey on his body at will, stretches his body, and then climbs and jumps lightly among the trees like an ape under the cover of branches and leaves, picking some wild fruits and other food from time to time, while pressing his left hand on the handle of the knife all the time Never let go.

Returning to the cave where he spent the night with ease, he removed the big rock blocking the entrance of the cave, and he could vaguely see the flickering fire inside. After throwing the food in, he leaned over and hid in the bushes with the kettle in his hand, groping for the water source not far away.

This is a small river, it is summer now, there is plenty of rain, and the current is a bit turbulent. At this time, the water was calm, and there were no other animals drinking water. He quickly stepped forward, and quickly swept the water surface with his hand holding the water bottle. Dip in the river.

There was a very slight sound from the grass not far behind, as if it was just a breeze, but he was keenly caught. His hands kept moving, as if he didn't notice anything, but his eyes were cold.

The ferocious beast in the grass is also observing its prey. Its paws with pads step on the ground silently. Its fur is its natural protective color, which can hide it from most creatures in the jungle, not to mention that the opponent looks vigilant and not Not so good, twenty-five meters...twenty meters...very close. It sprang to its prey by the water's edge, its teeth chilling in the morning sun.

Pulling out the knife, turning around, the sharp blade quickly slashed across the softest abdomen of the predator. With the sound of wailing, the internal organs crackled and fell out of the opponent's body, and then the beast's heavy body fell to the ground. The series of movements did not exceed a second.

The smell of blood spread.

There was no blood on the knife. With a twist of his wrist, he retracted the knife into its sheath, and quickly left from the river in another direction. As soon as he got into the bushes, he heard the roaring and roaring of beasts coming from the water's edge.

Where there is blood, there will always be a large number of predators, this is the law of the jungle. As for that corpse, who knows which ferocious beast will become a delicious meal.

Back in the cave, he deftly lit the fire again, and added some dry branches into it. Then he picked up the prey he had killed in the morning, took out the dagger from his boots, and processed it, plucked the hair, and discarded the internal organs. The fruit was wiped clean with a wet handkerchief, and all stuffed into the big bird's stomach as seasoning, otherwise the tasteless food would be too monotonous to eat, and finally the prey was grilled on the fire, which was not a bad breakfast.

He leaned against the stone wall to rest for a while, and took the knife from his waist.

This is a Nepalese-scimitar, the scabbard has no lock or leather buckle, and the knife can be drawn with a light slide. The material of the more than forty centimeters long blade is very special. It uses special metal elements extracted from meteorites and is forged by a world-class blacksmith. It is extremely strong and sharp. The small V-shaped indentation at the bottom acts as a guide for the blood after pulling out to avoid contamination of the handle. The general Nepalese-scimitar has a wide front and a narrow back, a thick back and a thin blade, and the power of the attack is like an axe. And this knife has been adjusted on this basis. The blade is lighter and the tip is sharper. It can easily cut more than a dozen pieces of paper with a single stroke. The handle is removed from the handle so that the user can reverse it at will. The lethality is astonishing, suitable for killing prey in an instant. Of course, it also tests the ability of the owner.

He gazed at the knife silently, as if gazing at a tender lover. One hand wrung out the handkerchief, and wiped the knife over and over again. The shiny knife reflected the firelight, making it impossible to take your eyes off in the dark cave.

The aroma of the barbecue gradually diffused, and it was almost done. He put the scimitar back into the sheath, picked up the dagger on the side again, wiped it with a handkerchief a few times, and used it to eat a piece of meat from the overcooked food.

This is his tenth day here, and in fact, he has adapted well to this kind of life. He was familiar with the jungle, and anyone who was thrown into a primeval jungle to survive at the age of ten would probably be used to it. That was just a test, those who survived continued to receive training, and the weak had no chance and were not qualified to continue.

He came to this place suddenly when the mission was about to be completed. The mission target had already appeared in front of his eyes, and the location was also very suitable for doing it. No one would see it. His hand was already quietly on the handle of the knife, as long as he approached it like he had done countless times before, and then drew the knife... But suddenly his eyes went dark, and at that moment he thought he was being plotted against by someone, and the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole were behind him. , there are not a few colleagues who die like this.

Once a person like him falls into the hands of others, he will have no chance of surviving.

Fortunately, fate was kind to him.

But in any case, it is always dangerous for a person to live alone in an unfamiliar jungle, and it is necessary to find a human gathering place quickly. On the eighth day after he came here, he found a human corpse in the forest. Only bones were left after being eaten by wild beasts. The ground had been cleaned deliberately, but the original traces could still be seen. He followed these traces all the way in, and finally came to the river. The traces of human life here are very obvious and frequent. He judged that there should be a human gathering place nearby, but he didn't find anything after searching for two days.

After eating the barbecue quickly, he buried the remaining bones with soil, walked out of the cave and continued to search around. He didn't block the entrance of the cave with stones. He has stayed here for too long. Even if it is handled carefully, the residual food smell may attract the beasts. The cave is no longer safe, and even if nothing is found today, he can no longer stay here.