Warlord

The search for water through the natives was quickly disbanded.

Ten poisoned spears were suddenly thrown out from the dark forest behind the surviving aboriginals. They were neatly planted in front of Zero’s feet, separating him from the aboriginals like a cordon.

At that moment, there was a slight sense of absent-mindedness. When did his sense of danger decrease? When Zero thought of this, he felt relieved as he looked at these primitive weapons. For a long time now, only powerful mutated beasts or modern weapons had been able to trigger the signal of danger. The worst kind of weapon would be a weapon that had been artificially forged.

Zero had never encountered this kind of wooden primitive weapon before. To Zero, it was no different from a tree in the wilderness. Moreover, these spears only served to warn him, not to pierce his body. As a result, they did not carry much killing intent, which was why he ignored them.

But Zero didn’t like being on the defensive, and when his fingers touched the butt of the revolver, he had to stop.

A strong killing intent was coming from behind him, and if he remembered correctly, Monnie seemed to be in that direction as well.

Turning around, he saw that Monnie was still looking confused. She had no idea that in the darkness behind her, a half-moon saw was less than ten centimeters away from her delicate neck.

It was only when he looked at her that Monnie noticed something was wrong. The girl immediately tried to avoid the weapon. However, a slender arm came out of the darkness and gently pressed down on Monnie’s shoulder.

Monnie didn’t dare to move, even though it was small, but it gave Monnie the same feeling as a Violent Bear’s palm.