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The wind blowing high up makes one feel exceptionally calm.

Especially in the early morning.

Arbitrarily standing on a golden pillar (borrowed from Cleopatra's family), overlooking the chicken farm, and the 'farmer' Ivan.

Upon hearing Ivan's accusations, he calmly replied:

"The view is better from a higher vantage point, and I'm counting their numbers and behavior patterns."

Sitting on a tree branch, Ethan gave a polite bow. "I... am just a Level 2 [Child of the Forest]. Acting rashly will only hinder Mr. Ivan's performance."

"..."

Ivan grabbed a chicken by the wing, flipped himself onto it, and rode on it like a cowboy.

Right now, he's being bounced up and down, glaring angrily at Klaus:

"—And—you—?"

Klaus explained meticulously, "Aurora and I are logistics personnel..."

"May all the gods bless you!" Aurora clasped her hands together, offering Ivan her sincere blessings.

"..."

Ivan almost spat a mouthful of blood all over the strange chicken.

"Hurrah!!!"

His grief and anger transformed into power, and he roared even louder than before. His [Heart's Desire] danced with a fierce and powerful arc of light, splitting the skull of the monster beneath him with a single axe blow.

Taking advantage of their numbers, these strange birds used their sharp beaks, like countless short spears, to relentlessly peck at Ivan's armor.

The sound of "ding-ding-ding" was incessant.

Fortunately, the snake-man skin was quite protective, and it didn't break, though it pecked Ivan so hard it hurt.

After watching the show for a while, I roughly figured out what these creatures were like.

These chicken-like creatures were less attacking Ivan and more attacking his leather armor. The snakeskin armor worn by the others only covered their upper bodies or protected their vital organs, while Ivan was completely covered from head to toe.

He rummaged through the warehouse and grabbed a pile of fresh chunks of flesh from the dismembered snake-man corpses, then threw them some distance away.

Sure enough, several were attracted and began vying for the food.

it works!

These creatures were hunting Ivan as if he were part of their diet.

Without further hesitation, he retracted the golden pillar and landed steadily.

"Wait."

Before he finished speaking, everyone saw him suddenly pull out two more large chunks of pinkish-white meat that smelled fishy, ​​scattering them along the way like a god of wealth distributing riches.

The chickens that were still attacking Ivan all turned around and started chirping as they chased after him.

It shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Last night, after dissecting the Naga and Serpent People's corpses, the warehouse had several hundred units of fresh meat left over, with only three days left to shelf life...

Using their hides to make armor is already crazy enough.

Unless absolutely necessary, I would never want to eat these things.

Now is the perfect time to make use of waste.

He sped through the forest, choosing only open areas to run through, with his "army of pheasants" in hot pursuit, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Lead them along any path to a very far place.

After confirming that these dim-witted fellows wouldn't be able to find their way back anytime soon, they quietly circled around and returned.

The location of the free-for-all.

Ivan plopped down on the ground, his snakeskin armor looking like a haystack that had been bullied by a hundred geese, and he grumbled as he pulled chicken feathers off his body.

"...You ungrateful bastard! Watch me eat all the chicken legs at lunchtime..."

Aurora suppressed a laugh as she treated the scratches on his face and arms.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

"How can I not be angry?!" Ivan spat out the fuzz that hadn't quite cleared from his mouth. "You guys were just watching the show up there! Especially you—Klaus, with that wrench of yours stretched out like that, would it kill you to pull me out?!"

Klaus climbed down from the tree after checking Newton's work.

"Your weight exceeds the safe load limit, which will affect the weapon's delicate structure!"

Ivan nearly fainted.

More than half an hour later, Ren Yi returned from another direction.

"How is it?" Klaus asked.

"good."

Ren Yi still had that indifferent expression, but Klaus could detect a hint of pleasure in it—not pure, happy pleasure, but rather a kind of mischievous pleasure.

He couldn't help but silently wish the guy he was being targeted a happy ending.

"I just tried a lot of things," Renyi explained. "Those creatures are omnivorous."

"But I discovered that they particularly enjoy eating snake-human flesh."

Ivan was engrossed in trying to use an axe to cut off the wings of the pheasant he had killed to make roasted chicken wings; the wings were longer than his arm.

He frowned, looking somewhat disgusted.

"Carnivorous animals... all have a gamey smell, probably not as tasty as the chicken from our Earth..."

He could arbitrarily reach out and dismantle the corpse.

[Lv3 Screaming Chicken]

[Comment: From a biological evolutionary perspective, it shares a common ancestor with Tyrannosaurus Rex. So congratulations, you practically just tore a dinosaur apart with your bare hands. PS: A distant relative of a distant relative.]

[Decomposition successful!]

[Rewards: 60 Fresh Screaming Chicken (Day 5), 150 Feathers]

The statement just now, "especially fond of eating snake meat," seems to be stating a fact that has just been verified.

But Ethan paused in his action of folding up his climbing whip, and looked up at Renyi as if he remembered something.

Sensing his gaze, Ren Yi also turned to look back at Ethan.

Two seconds later,

Similar kind smiles slowly appeared on their faces.

"Hello,"

Ivan felt uneasy about the strange atmosphere. "What are you two laughing about? It's creepy."

"The time is too short, I don't know if it will be enough." Ethan stroked his chin thoughtfully.

To establish an effective instruction-feedback mechanism,

It requires a certain amount of time for Pavlovian conditioning training.

"It doesn't need to be domesticated as a pet..."

He randomly dismembered all the screaming chickens on the ground, then put the backpack on his back.

"If we don't have enough time, we'll make up for it with quantity."

......

Two days later, deep in the swamp.

Suddenly, two dim, vertical pupils opened up in a patch of muddy ground.

Those vertical pupils shifted.

"Hiss~"

Then a large mouth opened below and yawned.

What bad luck.

It flicked its tongue.

The queen took the adults out on errands, and the rest of the creatures retreated to their warm nests to sleep or gamble away meat strips with their scales.

Why was it assigned to stand guard here?

hateful!

It rested its chin on its crossed arms again and continued to close its eyes in boredom.

Not long after, a strange vibration traveled from the muddy water to its skin.

It listened with some impatience—

The sound of wind, the chirping of insects, and the occasional croak of a frog in the distance...

Nothing seems wrong.

But the tremors continued, accompanied by increasingly louder screams.

"Squeak—Crunch—Ah!"

The sound was high-pitched and thin, like a kettle boiling water.

What is that?

It was an ear-piercing, jarring noise that made its scales tingle. What kind of foolish tribe was migrating and stumbled right into the Naga territory?

Sensing the approaching sound, it emerged from the mud.

"Squeak! Cackling!"

Next second,

Countless giant, strange birds, even taller than it, were already upon it.

It could clearly see the bits of meat and dirt stuck to the beak of the first bird.

"hiss--"

A short, sharp gasp caught in his throat.

It was submerged.

"Boom!"

A massive swarm of hundreds of screaming chickens rolled over the snake-man sentinel.

Countless pairs of chicken feet with sharp claws trampled over it.

All that remained were muffled "plop plop" sounds and a dark red mark that rapidly expanded in the muddy water.