Chapter 2761 Trapper
Among the many beastman tribes in the Midnight Labyrinth, the Blood Demon Tribe is the best. Their hunting team has just ambushed a team of 12 red-robed men. With their numbers, The advantage eliminated the opponent, although 10 people died, but it was all worth it, because these red-robed people had a different taste from rotten meat - even though in the past, the food and drinking water of the tribe could be obtained out of thin air due to the blessings of the gods. They grow in the labyrinth in the form of rotten meat pieces with a stinking sap that satisfies the physiological needs of these greedy beasts, but the flavor of human flesh still greatly satisfies their growing taste buds.
In addition, the armor on their bodies is also very good protective gear. As for their weapons, some are usable and some are not, but only grenades are used by beastmen.
The captain of the hunting team, Sanet Gianthand, carried a huge battle ax and led the team back to the lair. This was a stinky cabin filled with countless debris, and countless skulls built into a throne. , sitting on it was a mane-covered horned beast leader, chewing on the corpse beneath him.
The Beastmen never created, and of course they never wanted to change that. This can be understood from the current smelly internal environment of this lost ark.
In the past, the walls and ceilings of this place would have deformed tentacles from the realm of chaos, and they would even actively capture beastmen who had lost their feet and send them into their spiny esophagus for digestion, but now these weird supernatural images have disappeared. , even the whispers and weird laughter that echoed in the cabins and passages like broadcasts in the past have disappeared.
Their homeland is becoming dead, but the beastmen will not be happy about this, because this means that the blessings of the gods are leaving.
“We must find a way to get back the blessings of the gods, maybe a sacrifice can do it.”
The leader of the Blood Demon Tribe, Caton Bloodthirsty, tore to himself Holding the corpse of the man in red robe at his feet, the sharp claws of the beast stabbed into the bloody abdominal cavity again and again. The internal organs and leaked lubricant inside stirred together and emitted bursts of stench. These unique robed men not only had a lot of metal on their bodies, but even blood vessels. There was still oil in it, but it didn't affect the appetite of the beastmen.
There was a silver hard-shell helmet floating in the blood, which was the meal residue left by the leader.
Not far away, a priest hid in the shadows and stared greedily at everything the leader owned. The beastmen were by no means good people, and even when faced with their compatriots, their hearts filled with anger and mania would not soften in any way.
Any leader who can rule a tribe relies on strength and gifts from the gods.
“We are back!”
The hunting captain threw a corpse with only the upper body on the ground, which attracted many greedy eyes around him, but then the ax that fell on the corpse made All eyes became wary.
The scarred beast body of Sanet Giant Hand heaved due to heavy breathing, and the polluted air circulated freely in its lungs, but the beastman had adapted well to the midnight maze. of contamination and no adverse reactions occurred.
"There are ten prey hanging here."
The hunting captain angrily walked to his "dining table", a decayed remains of a meditator, and began to enjoy his prey.
The priest also came out of the shadows and raised the eight-pointed star scepter in his hand. The mysterious token that could communicate with the gods was still firmly in his hand after several times of cannibalism. That is a symbol of strength, and therefore its position in the tribe is second only to the leader himself, regardless of whether other horned people are convinced or not.
Several scarred hunters delivered a portion of prey to the priest.
Even in the most barbaric tribes, there is an order that represents inequality. The priests symbolize the gods, so they can get the spoils without any work.
The other horned beasts were attracted by the smell of blood and gathered around. Although the fragrance of fresh meat was very tempting, the members of the herd still looked at the only leader. Their eyes were shining with greed and fear. Naturally, none of them looked at him. Beastmen reveal dissatisfaction, for fear ensures that it remains bottled up in their hearts. As for the lower-level members, they didn't even have a chance to look. They could only wait for the soldiers to finish eating and search for some leftover bones.
“You guys, do you take me as a leader seriously?”
Katon Blood-Greeder, who stopped eating, took the bloody and deformed bull head. It was suddenly pulled out from the chest of the red-robed man, with sharp teeth protruding from its lips, and a trace of flesh and blood hanging on them.
“Why do you attack the red-robed men who break into the hunting ground so boldly? They are just fishing bait. I plan to use these weaklings to attract more fish!”
"I'm so sorry, chief, their meat is very tempting."
The hunting captain did not show any respect. It was still eating, but its hand was holding the ax tightly and tapping on the metal floor. , the echoes of the sharp metal friction and impact, represented a signal - the second strongest warrior in the tribe was filled with anger and needed someone to be released.
A challenge is brewing.
Suddenly, the priest with a crow-like face let out a sinister laugh, which was the superposition of two different voices.
“The hoofless ones, especially the unmodified warriors among them, will not be noticed by the gods at all if they devour them. The gods obviously want stronger and fatter prey, and they can still eat one or two small fish. If you use tricks to seduce, you will be laughed at by the gods.”
An unceremonious reply from a subordinate, with a hint of sarcasm towards the leader's cleverness. If the tribe's beast king ignored it, the rule would be in jeopardy.
With a low roar, the gray beast body covered with manes was driven by strong muscles, and finally stood upright. The figure of the priest seemed to have become much shorter in front of the black shadow.
"Gods? I think the gods need a smart head now."
The filthy animal hooves stepped heavily on the ground, creating a ripple-like sense of oppression. .
But at the same time, the hunting captain also roared, gave up eating and walked over, put his hand on the priest's shoulder, and brought him behind him.
"A pious warrior will not threaten the messenger of the gods, unless it becomes cowardly and fearful, and dare not face the challenges issued by the gods."
Katon Bloodthirsty holds his own The weapon was a power ax picked up from a dark corner. Although it could no longer rotate, the huge weight and the sharp saw teeth on it still allowed it to maintain terrifying lethality despite the brute force of the beastmen.
“I’ve eaten too much meat and become bolder, so good——”
With a heavy crash, an upcoming challenge was interrupted, accompanied by the explosion of explosives There was a flash of light, and several horned beasts guarding the entrance of the "cave" flew through the air like rag dolls thrown by giants. Their necks had been broken before they hit the ship's cabin, and their brains flowed out from the shattered skulls. , one of the horns was even directly shattered by the impact of the explosion.
“Enemy!!”