Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 583 Orangutan
Romi suddenly woke up, threw himself forward, and reached for the crossbow under his head.

To be on guard at all times.

He even kept the gun wound up all night, only locking it with a safety catch to prevent accidental activation.

The training as a tech hunter gave him unparalleled agility. The young man grabbed the crossbow with both hands. The blood on his palms remained on the handle. He immediately pulled the trigger in the direction behind him.

"boom!"

The bowstring vibrated.

But the crossbow in Romi's hand suddenly fell apart.

"Empty!" he was surprised.

The habit of carefully inspecting the crossbow and stringing it before going to bed has become as natural as breathing, ingrained in my bones, and I will never forget it.

But now, there are no arrows on it.

After the arrow was fired in vain, the huge force stored in the bowstring failed to be transmitted to the flying arrow. With nowhere to vent, it was all returned to the crossbow itself, instantly breaking its delicate structure.

A flash of cold light passed by.

The disappeared arrow appeared in front of Romi - held in an extremely strong arm.

Its hair is like snow.

The roots stand upright.

It's not enough to just remove the arrow, you must first carefully remove the mechanism buckle, release the bowstring... and finally put it back in place.

Fine work.

This was supposed to be something only humans could do.

The fist blew.

Romi lost consciousness instantly.

I only had time to murmur:
"Beakbeak...gorilla!"

……

……

Outside the marching tent, the herdsman Kone, who was lying on the ground, was trembling with panic as he watched the scene in front of him.

Under the moonlight.

The tech hunters on guard were knocked down one by one. Their enemies were extremely cunning and silent, and even knew how to assassinate like humans by covering the tech hunters' mouths first.

Let them not make any sound.

The figures flashing in the night, under the moonlight and the searchlight, show their exploding hair, as if they were wearing a layer of pine needle raincoat, their huge bodies are extremely agile.

Orangutan.

They are also creatures active in the Wasteland of Bones.

They are broad and strong, using their powerful forearms to assist in walking like gorillas, but the mouth on their huge heads is a protruding steel beak like that of the beaked beasts, with sharp teeth that pierce the lower skin and are exposed.

Cone knows:

In addition to their immense strength, orangutans also have very high IQs. Even if they are not elders, their average intelligence level is no less than that of children and teenagers.

Unlike other wild animals that like to attack herds, orangutans are more inclined to attack humans themselves, especially in a playful way.

This will make anyone who encounters them miserable.

only……

"Why are there so many?"

He couldn't believe it.

In the experience of the wandering tribes, orangutans have always been solitary creatures. Not to mention groups, they don't even have fixed couples.

Only during the breeding season.

We would get together occasionally.

Even so, many disputes will break out between them.

But right now, there are dozens of orangutans attacking the technological hunters.

Each one is larger than two humans, with thick skin and flesh, and great strength - in other parts of the continent, "beaked gorilla" is even used as a slang term to describe a person with thick limbs and unimaginable brute force, which can be praised or criticized. But when it really falls on a human head.

It's not so comfortable.

"Puff!" Liu Si pulled out the knife fiercely, and the sharp blade cut a big hole in the body of the orangutan. Blood gushed out and splashed on the snow-white fur, like a flower blooming on white paper.

The orangutan in front of him took a step back in pain.

Before the Tech Hunter could catch up, his hind legs went limp, his knees felt extremely painful, and he immediately fell to the ground.

Then, the whole person was lifted upside down.

It's another orangutan.

Liu Si was still hanging in the air and trying to swing his knife, but his arms were grabbed by the opponent's huge hands. With a slight force, it was like a hydraulic press, holding him tightly.

Bones creak.

It feels like it's about to be crushed.

The fighting power of the Tech Hunters is not weak, but as creatures of the Skeleton Wasteland, the Orangutans have been able to evolve into a solitary ecology even when surrounded by ferocious beasts... This fact itself actually shows the strength of their individual combat power.

Not to mention, we now have the advantage of numbers and can work together.

Even if, according to common sense, the technological hunters injured the orangutans in front of them, they would not retreat, and their companions behind them might launch an attack at any time.

"This is unscientific!" Liu Si roared in his heart.

——For a technology hunter, such an accusation is indeed quite heavy.

After a fierce battle, more than a dozen technology hunters were all subdued.

Several herdsmen were no exception.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The victorious group of orangutans made noisy calls from their sharp beaks and raised the captives in their hands above their heads. The scene was chaotic and extremely exciting.

"It, what are they going to do..."

Some tech hunters endured the severe pain, gritted their teeth and muttered in their hearts.

These white monsters attacked them, and everyone was injured, but not killed.

It's not like the orangutans are foraging for food.

These huge upright animals were seen jumping up and down with the captured technology hunters in their arms, stepping over the tents that had been built with great effort. Dozens of orangutans were running towards one place.

This time the goal is clear.

"White tent?"

The orangutans were heading towards the white cowhide tent left here by the North Wind Clan.

The orangutans holding the captives in their hands began to run in a circle around the white tent, dancing and shaking the technological hunters in their hands, making them miserable.

The rest, however, gathered into a pile.

They stood in front of the big white tent, as if waiting for something, but occasionally a beaked gorilla could not help but make a commotion.

Until a beaked gorilla walked out with a hunched body, sparse mane, and originally snow-white fur that had turned a little gray.

Even the running orangutan stopped.

This old orangutan is already quite old, but judging by the way it looks aged, it is clear that it has not been able to break free of its physiological limits and reach the age of an elder. It is just age in vain.

In the wild, such orangutans are old and weak, and should have been forced to survive by eating carrion and waiting to be eliminated. However, at this moment, among this group of orangutans, they seem to have some kind of prestige.

It raised its arms high.

The slender ape arms were almost longer than the orangutan's body, making it appear more than twice as tall.

And in the moonlight.

In the old orangutan's palm, there was a thick wooden stick, which at first glance looked like an old man's walking stick.

The captured tech hunter didn't know whether his life was in danger, so he lay dormant, still not understanding what was going on.

But the next moment, following the old beaked gorilla's action.

All the upright beasts in the field knelt down in unison - the large white tent surrounding the center of the grass hill.

(End of this chapter)