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Chapter 143 No-Fly Zone! A Wrong Prophecy and Cave-Dwelling Half-Man! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

In another world, near a road that leads to the far north.

Zhao Chong stroked the stubble on his chin, gazing at the distant landscape blurred by the wind and snow.

The two deep tire tracks stubbornly stretched towards the horizon, but were gradually covered by new snow.

He took a piece of chewing gum out of his pocket, tore off the wrapper, folded it neatly, and put it back in his pocket before popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly.

"Damn it! It's broken again!"

Behind him came Sun Dezhu's furious roar, accompanied by the sound of him scratching his helmet.

Zhao Chong didn't turn his head, his gaze still fixed on the forbidden zone of life that the Jinhe clan chief called the "Ancient Frost Giant Battlefield".

"What's the panic? Record the data, pack it up and send it back. Let the higher-ups have a headache."

His voice was calm, as if the loss was not their military drone.

"Yes!"

Sun Dezhu responded, but his hands didn't stop. He angrily typed on the control panel, saving the video signal after the drone was destroyed.

Opening the "Path of the Pioneers" to the far north is the main mission, but exploring this eerie ruin is also one of the missions assigned by headquarters.

Although the area directly north has a harsh environment, it is still within the scope of human technological understanding.

This forbidden land, passed down through generations by the Ice River tribe, exudes an eerie aura.

This is a circular area with a diameter of about 80 kilometers, which no living creature can penetrate.

That's not all; even purely mechanical creations cannot penetrate its depths.

Initially, the Colony's staff believed it was just a superstition of the natives, perhaps that some undead creatures or special strong electromagnetic fields remained in the battlefield ruins.

However, when the first reconnaissance drone flew within five kilometers of the restricted area, the image on the screen suddenly distorted violently, and then the signal was lost.

It wasn't interference; it was more like being slammed down from the sky with tremendous force.

Subsequent multi-angle observation aircraft clearly captured images of the wreckage of the crashed companion, with no trace of storms or external attacks in the vicinity.

It just abruptly and defied the laws of physics as it crashed to the ground.

Later, they released mechanical dogs and drone bionics, all of which met the same fate.

This strange discovery, once reported back to headquarters, aroused great interest and concern.

Throughout the day, in addition to the remaining construction team continuing to clear roads, helicopters and other equipment were constantly being transported here. Furthermore, a Razer drone equipped with enhanced signal capabilities was also deployed here.

Then the incredibly powerful Sharp Eagle also encountered the Sky-Clearing Kill.

Despite its powerful performance, the drone was attacked without warning and crashed to the ground after traveling 5 kilometers.

That area was a cleared-out place for some unknown reason.

"The Eagle drone also failed; the mechanical dog went in and was crushed into a pancake." Sun Dezhu's tone was full of frustration. "What on earth is in this hellhole? The scientists at headquarters speculated it was some kind of magical force field, but isn't that nonsense?"

"Whether it's nonsense or not is none of our business," Zhao Chong patted him on the shoulder.

Just then, the encrypted communicator rang.

"This is Zhao Chong."

"Captain Zhao, latest instructions from headquarters." A serious voice came from the command center through the communicator, "The danger level here has been raised to the highest. Your unit must immediately suspend all exploration activities at this site and switch to a defensive posture to ensure the safety of the 'Path of Pioneers' construction team. Research troops and heavy equipment are on their way."

"Received." Zhao Chong answered readily, finally feeling relieved.

He turned off the communication and waved to the soldiers around him.

"Back to base! Orders from above. We're leaving this hellhole for now!"

A young soldier couldn't help but ask, "Captain, are we just going to let it go like this? We've lost several sets of equipment, and we haven't even heard a sound."

Zhao Chong chewed his gum, a smile appearing on his face.

"How can we just let it go? Headquarters won't let us conduct physical exploration? It's not like we haven't been given new missions."

He pointed to the snow-covered plains in the distance to the south.

"I reckon the mammoths will arrive tomorrow. Let's catch them!"

"Ow!"

The oppressive atmosphere was instantly swept away.

The crowd laughed and began preparations for capturing the mammoth.

Zhao Chong's gaze, however, once again fell upon that desolate, circular restricted area.

The snowstorm seemed to have subsided, and visibility had improved considerably.

Unfortunately, it's impossible to observe whether the area is dangerous or peaceful.

The battlefield of the ancient frost giants is too bizarre.

It was a strange thing that even their human technology couldn't comprehend.

Fortunately, that area does not expand outwards. The people of the Ice River tribe said that the ancient battlefield of giants has existed for countless years. As long as you do not go there on your own initiative, nothing bad will happen!
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Meanwhile, at the base 173 kilometers away, the atmosphere was far less relaxed than on the front lines.

A strong smell of disinfectant mixed with a strange odor of burnt protein permeated the closed laboratory.

On the dissection table, the Emei Mountain monkey transported from Earth had its eyes wide open, its pupils still holding the last trace of terror.

"Professor Deng, carbonization has been confirmed in the brain tissue of Subject Thirteen, and his vital signs have disappeared."

The researcher in the white lab coat pushed up his glasses and reported the results in a flat tone, as if it were not a life, but just a set of obsolete data.

Deng Dakang stared at the last frame on the monitor screen. The energy curve that broke through the threshold in an instant felt like a needle piercing his temple.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a buzzing in his head.

This is the third day already, and the number of experimental subjects that have been scrapped has reached double digits.

From initial confidence to current panic, the huge contrast has made his already thinning hair look even more precarious.

These monkeys are not cheap; although the cost of feeding and transporting them is not high, training them is very troublesome.

Deng Dakang stared intently at the image on the screen of the monkey's burned brain, muttering repeatedly, "No, no... the direction must be wrong..."

He wanted to use modern technological creations to amplify and analyze specific brainwaves, thereby sensing and controlling the so-called "magic particles" that are ubiquitous in this world.

The theory was perfect, but reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

All the monkeys that underwent the tests, no matter how meticulous their training, met the same fate—their brains were instantly overwhelmed by a torrent of violent energy, either turning them into idiots or having their brains "cooked" directly.

"What went wrong?"

Deng Dakang suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the laboratory.

"Is it possible that humans are fundamentally incapable of interfering with magic? Or is our equipment... my conjecture is simply a joke in this world?"

His gaze swept over several experimental devices piled up in the corner. These were previously immature equipment used for brain-computer interaction, as well as devices for amplifying and reading specific brainwaves.

He scratched his head in frustration.

Seeing his dazed expression, Wang Hu thought for a moment and pulled up another document on his tablet: "Professor, would you like to take a look at this?"

"What is it?"

"It's a report from Zhao Chong at the front lines, just sent by President Su! It's about a new discovery regarding the ancient frost giant battlefield ruins."

Deng Dakang paused, then took the tactical tablet.

The report details how the drone abruptly and physically violated the laws of physics as if it had been slapped down by an invisible hand.

"A Pure Land? How could there be a Pure Land in another world?"

Deng Dakang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Is that magical interference? Or some kind of physical phenomenon, or perhaps some kind of force field interference?"

"professor?"

Deng Dakang shook his head: "Let's eat first, and then we'll talk about it! We have absolutely no clue about these things."

Deng Dakang checked the time and found that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

He nodded, picked up the tablet, and went out the door.

Wang Hu looked at it with Deng Dakang's biology lab assistant, and then followed them over.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Deng Dakang took his tablet and went directly to the female elf prisoner area.

"Gong Pengfei, do you have detailed information about the female elf's brainwaves?"

Yes, would you like to see it?

"Make a backup of the data so I can compare it!"

"it is good!"

Half an hour later, Deng Dakang looked at the data in front of him and rubbed his head in frustration.

"The difference isn't significant, so there shouldn't be any problems! Why does it so easily damage the brain? Are magical particles incompatible with low-intelligence creatures?"

"Or is it necessary to test on humans?" Deng Dakang was very annoyed.

"Professor, human experiments require approval!" Wang Hu whispered from the side.

“I know!” He asked Wang Hu for a cigarette, lit it, and then stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Is it magical interference, or is the brainwave frequency wrong? Damn it, how do I even manipulate magical particles?"

Seeing Deng Dakang's almost demonic appearance, Wang Hu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Professor, is the energy of the electricity too high?"

Deng Dakang looked at Wang Hu: "Why do you make such a guess?"

"Professor, these magical particles are very strange; they can enhance the properties of many ordinary materials. Could our modern electronics be rapidly amplified during operation, thus forcibly manipulating the magical particles of this world?"

“No, I used ultra-low power amplification of brainwave signals before, which shouldn’t have caused brain death in the monkeys.” Deng Dakang exhaled a smoke ring in frustration. “I seriously suspect that the world itself is extremely hostile to the fundamental physics we understand!”

Wang Hu was completely confused: "Professor, then... what should we do? Should we wait until our comrades capture more intelligent beings from other worlds before we start? The more biological specimens we control, the more results we might get."

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I meant we should wait for our comrades to capture more intelligent beings from other worlds."

"Yes, intelligent beings from another world. The products from Long Lake that we used before, as well as the beast blood we collected, weren't very effective. No, that's not it, next sentence."

"Um... we're controlling more biological samples? That means we're getting more results!"

"Yes, that's it, control! Yes, control!"

Deng Dakang's eyes gleamed, his previous dejection vanished.

"If magical particles cannot be controlled, and will become unruly once controlled, then what about using a guiding method?"

"The magic particles may be extremely resistant to forced intervention by electrons and currents due to certain mechanisms, but they did not initially reject the monkey's own thinking. After the power of the equipment we were testing was amplified, it directly burned out the head chip we implanted inside the monkey, causing the experimental monkey to suffer brain death."

He stared at Wang Hu, a look of excitement in his eyes.

“We shouldn’t use amplifiers and enhancers. We also need a filter, or perhaps a safety device. Or maybe some kind of special translation device.”

"This device can safely receive signals from other worlds, whether they are biological materials, mineral materials, or even living beings themselves. We need a biological medium that can translate our commands into a language that the rules of this world can understand!"

Wang Hu: "..."

"It seems we can't use Earth's monkeys anymore!"

Deng Dakang's voice echoed with increasing excitement in the laboratory.

"We want to use the creatures native to this world for our experiments! We want to find the monkeys of this world!"
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Another world, heading south!
Traveling south from the far north permafrost, crossing that distinct white-green boundary, one arrives at a verdant land where life gradually begins to emerge.

The further south you go, the taller the trees become, and the stronger the damp, grassy scent in the air becomes.

The trees in this verdant land reach for the clouds, and the species are far more diverse than those in the Amazon rainforest on Earth. Various unknown wild beasts lurk in the forest, emitting low roars.

The mountains rise high into the clouds, and many rare and exotic creatures roam among them, ruling as kings.

This land nurtures countless lives, but also harbors countless deadly dangers.

Jinshan, holding the scepter he had "borrowed" from his elder brother, pointed to a sheltered mountain hollow.

"We'll spend the night here."

His voice was slightly hoarse and tired.

Dozens of tribesmen who had broken away from the Ice River tribe immediately sprang into action. Several young warriors gripped their stone spears and carefully cleared the surrounding bushes, driving away any poisonous insects or wild beasts that might be hiding there.

After confirming that everyone was safe, they breathed a sigh of relief and began packing their bags.

Exhaustion and hunger were etched on everyone's faces.

A young soldier named Shiya took out a piece of raw meat, still streaked with blood, from his leather bag, swallowed it in a few bites, and then smacked his lips and muttered, "It's tasteless. Without the salt, the meat has no flavor."

A woman next to him, who was scraping wild vegetables with a stone knife, rolled her eyes at him. "You should be grateful to have something to eat. Why are you being so picky? Do you want to be strung up in a tree and made into jerky by a caveman?"

Shi Ya shrank back and fell silent.

The legends of the Green Lands in the tribe are so terrifying that even the bravest warriors have nightmares at night.

Those southerners like them, if they captured them, would enslave the captives and abduct the women and children.

Those ridiculously long ears will smile as they shoot through your throat.

If you encounter either of the two races mentioned above, you might be slaughtered or enslaved. That would be considered lucky!

If you encounter the following races...

Legend has it that if the cave-dwelling half-humans capture free people from a tribe, they will raise them as food. They especially enjoy torturing and killing the children of the free people. The elders of the tribe say that the children are sweet and delicious, which makes them very popular with the cave-dwelling half-humans.

There are also the legendary half-orcs born from the union of beasts and humans. They are essentially a group of incomprehensible wild beasts who worship cruel evil gods and tear living people to pieces to please the gods.

Jinshan also tore off a piece of raw meat, paired it with bitter wild vegetable roots, and slowly chewed it.

He ate slower than anyone else, but his gaze remained fixed on the dark jungle.

"Any prophecies today?" Shi Ya leaned closer and lowered his voice. "We've been gone for almost half a month, and Ah Bing complained again today."

"Shut up." Jinshan didn't even turn his head. "We'll be there soon, we'll be at our clan's new breeding ground."

Jinshan rebuked his clansmen, stopping them from asking questions.

In reality, he himself wasn't confident either.

He gripped the scepter in his hand tightly. This scepter, stolen from his brother, was now cold and hard, and it was his only support.

Since leaving our ancestral land, prophetic dreams have become increasingly rare.

His past dreams were almost forgotten, and his ancestors and the gods were no longer paying attention to him.

He was terrified and had to weave a hope for himself and for his followers.

He just hoped that this hope wouldn't be shattered so quickly.

As night deepened, most of the tribespeople had fallen into a deep sleep around the small fire, their soft snores rising and falling.

Jinshan stood guard alone on the outermost edge, his ears catching the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional howls of wild beasts in the distance.

After working until late at night, someone came to relieve us.

"Keep a close watch. These cave-dwelling half-humans are often nocturnal and very dangerous."

The tribesman nodded and tightened his grip on his weapon.

After Jinshan relieved himself of his post, he lay down in a sheltered corner, and his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he instantly drifted off to sleep. The long-awaited dream returned.

This time, the dream had changed; it was no longer a blurry shadow.

In the darkness, he saw the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping together in his dream...

He saw it, he saw it clearly...

The half-humans, clad in heavy iron armor, seemed to be the "tin cans" mentioned by the elders of the tribe. They wielded various weapons, and the long swords in their hands reflected a cold light.

As the blade flashed, a familiar head flew up, its surface still frozen with resentment and fury.

A familiar body falls helplessly.

Is it my brother Jinhe's?

The headless body still tightly gripped the scepter that symbolized the supreme power of the Ice River tribe.

Jinshan jolted awake in his dream.

Wait, isn't my brother's scepter in my own hand?
He suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, cold sweat soaking through the animal hide on his back.

All around were the steady breathing of the tribespeople and the chirping of unknown insects in the forest; everything felt so real.

The scenes in the dream vanished as quickly as the tide receded; the grotesque tin cans and my brother's unseeing face all became blurry in my memory.

"The scepter! The scepter of the people!"

He panicked and fumbled around with his hands, his fingertips touching something cold and hard.

It was the scepter that was stolen from his brother.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath, and his tense body finally relaxed, revealing a set of rotten, yellow teeth that were faintly visible in the dim light.

It turned out to be just a dream.

He held the scepter tightly to his chest, the cold touch giving him a sense of security.

"It was just a dream. The scepter is with me. How could my brother be killed while holding it?" Jinshan muttered to himself, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

Brother, oh brother, are you alright?

Those guys will probably be killed once they've had their fill, right?

Alas, we have become the Ice River Tribe's greatest hope!
"Chief, did you have a nightmare?" A spearman on night watch asked in a low voice when he saw Jinshan get up.

“No.” Jinshan sat up, patted his scepter, and said in a low voice, but with an undeniable air of authority, “It was the god in my dream who told me that the path we are on is the right one.”

The spearman glanced at him with his cloudy eyes, then turned away without a word and continued staring into the dark jungle.

Jinshan, however, could no longer fall asleep.

He stroked the ancient patterns on the scepter, his mind preoccupied with the dream he had just had.

His dreams were becoming blurry, and he had to try his best to piece together his memories.

He had a bad feeling about this prophetic dream.

The Glacier Tribe is the weakest tribe in the far north. They lack the physique of the Hardfooted Man, the forging techniques of the Thern, the ability to control wild beasts like the Forest Long-Eared Man, and the ability of some orcs to transform into wild beasts.

All they possess is this prophetic power passed down through generations.

It is precisely through this elusive ability that the tribe has managed to survive amidst repeated natural and man-made disasters.

But merely lingering on is not what he wants!

The legend passed down from their ancestors says that their forefathers were once the masters of this green land, possessing inexhaustible grain and countless cattle and sheep.

"I will lead you to reclaim everything that belongs to us." Jinshan looked at his sleeping people and made a vow in his heart.

His prophetic abilities have awakened; he is the destined savior!
As for this scepter...

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

Once we find a safe place to settle down, we'll throw it into the deepest ravine, letting the so-called prophecy go to hell.

He stood up and looked south.

There was no living creature in the dark jungle.

Jinshan licked his chapped lips.

"Go even faster tomorrow!"

"This time, I will lead my people to new glory," Jinshan said to himself.

Jinshan felt a surge of excitement as he recalled his ancestors' tales of how their Ice River tribe had once been incredibly powerful, possessing vast fields and abundant resources in the Green Lands.

The awakening of his prophetic abilities gave him immense confidence.

He believed himself to be the chosen one, the legendary savior who would carry on the tribe's legacy!

puff……

A very faint sound, like the muffled thud of a wet cloth being punctured, was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Jinshan, who was about to go back to sleep, suddenly froze.

A strong smell of rust mixed with the stench of blood assaulted my nostrils.

He looked in the direction of the scent, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

One of the two tribesmen on guard duty had fallen to the ground, his body still twitching slightly.

Several figures, barely half a person's height and almost invisible in the darkness, were crouching on a member of their tribe, repeatedly stabbing his throat with short blades in their hands, their movements so practiced as to be horrifying.

Upon seeing this scene, Jin Shan's blood seemed to freeze instantly, only to be boiled by a raging inferno.

"Enemy attack!!"

He let out a roar, grabbed the heavy metal scepter beside him, and pounced like an enraged beast.

Seeing that their sneak attack had been exposed, the short figures did not linger in the fight and let out a sharp, piercing whistle.

The next moment, dozens of identical figures rushed out from the jungle in all directions.

They were short in stature, with thick beards, and each one was as sturdy as a moving stone block. They were the legendary cave-dwelling half-humans who lived underground!
Despite their short stature, they are extremely agile, moving with incredible speed and agility, as if they had springs under their feet.

Screams, the dull thud of weapons piercing flesh, and the cracking sound of bones breaking instantly echoed throughout the small campsite.

"Kill that leader!"

Jinshan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at a cave-dwelling half-human wearing armor made of unknown steel, who was issuing commands. He charged straight at the creature, wielding a scepter.

As long as he is killed, this bunch of scum will scatter!
With only one thought in his mind, he quickened his pace even further.

Seeing that they were only a few steps apart, he could even see the other person's huge, emotionless eyes that had adapted to the darkness.

Just as he raised his scepter high, ready to smash the other's head, the cave-dwelling half-man leader calmly raised a dark, iron lump.

The thing had a strange shape, with three holes side by side.

Jinshan's mind suddenly went blank.

He'd seen this thing in his dream!
Those divine messengers, those tin cans...

Before he could think it through, a blinding flame shot out from the three holes, accompanied by a deafening roar.

boom!
A tremendous force slammed into his right leg, and Jinshan felt his footing give way, instantly losing his balance and falling forward to the ground in a disheveled state.

He got a mouthful of mud and rolled around on the ground several times before stopping.

He struggled to get up, but a sharp, excruciating pain shot through his right leg, leaving him completely powerless.

Jinshan subconsciously looked down.

By the flickering firelight in the camp, he saw that his right leg below the knee had become a blurry mass of flesh and bone.

That leg is gone.

"my leg……"

"what--!"

An indescribable pain, fear, and despair overwhelmed him, causing him to let out a scream that was not human.

In that instant of distraction, a huge dark shadow loomed over him.

He struggled to lift his head and saw a cave-dwelling half-man grinning maliciously, raising a huge stone hammer high.

Boom!
Jinshan's ancestral helmet immediately dented.

His vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

The killing stopped shortly afterward!
A cave-dwelling half-human trotted heavily to the leader, the metal plates on its breastplate clanging together with a dull thud.

“Centurion, all the human bastards who invaded the kingdom have been brought under control; none of them have escaped.”

The cave-dwelling half-man, known as the centurion, was less than a meter tall and as sturdy as a breathing granite block.

His eyes, though not as murky as those of his clansmen, were surprisingly shrewd, hidden beneath his unkempt beard.

His grey-gold armor, in the flickering firelight, revealed a peculiar camouflage pattern, almost blending into the surrounding shadows.

What's most eye-catching is the dark, heavy iron weapon in his hand.

Three dark gun muzzles lined up side by side, with sharp axe blades attached to the bottom of the gun barrels. They can both spew flames and slash and kill, making them a perfect combination of close combat and ranged attacks.

The centurion casually wiped the bloodstains on the muzzle of his gun with his ungloved thumb, letting out a disdainful snort.

"Let Grumon eat it."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the women and children of the Ice River tribe huddled on the ground, shivering.

“Cut off their heads and stick them at the entrance of the woods to the east, as a warning to those who come after.”

"Aww! Cut off his head and set it up as a marker, feed the rest to Grumon!"

"Feed the Grumon!"

The cave-dwelling half-men around them let out excited howls, brandishing their giant axes and spears, like butchers walking towards livestock to be slaughtered.

The women and children of the Ice River tribe cried out and begged for mercy, but their cries were quickly drowned out by the dull thud of sharp blades cutting through flesh.

They moved swiftly and efficiently, without any unnecessary movements, as if they were simply handling livestock.

A tuft of hair was roughly grabbed, and the sharp pain jolted Jinshan awake from his daze after being knocked unconscious.

He was dragged to an open space, where the sweet, pungent air mixed with the stench of burning flesh filled his lungs.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred.

he saw...

The scepter he treasured, representing the tribe's heritage and future, was now being weighed in the hands of a cave-dwelling half-man.

"Centurion, this broken stick looks like a magical artifact!"

"A magical artifact?" The centurion walked over and glanced at it several times before waving his hand impatiently. "It's out of magic stones, and the runes are broken. It's junk. Just throw it away!"

Upon receiving the order, the cave-dwelling half-man casually flicked his wrist, and the scepter traced an arc before plunging into the blood-filled mud pit beside him with a thud.

Seeing the scepter being thrown away like trash, Jinshan's mind went blank. He roared angrily, but only a hoarse, leaky sound came out of his throat.

He then saw the supplies that his people regarded as their lifeblood piled together, and a cave-dwelling half-man holding a fire-breathing pipe, from which flames gushed forth, turning everything into charcoal.

The centurion who had just shot him walked over, grinned menacingly at him, and then a cold glint flashed before his eyes.

The world is spinning.

His gaze suddenly rose, then began to tumble.

He saw a headless body, dressed in clothes he recognized, but the right leg was missing.

The cave-dwelling centurion beside the body grinned maliciously, weighing the blood-dripping giant axe in his hand.

"So...it was the person in the prophecy..."

"It's me..."

From that moment on, Kingsoft's consciousness completely embraced the endless darkness.

he died.

The cave-dwelling centurion grinned and kicked Jinshan's still-blinking head with his toe, as if kicking away an inconvenient stone.

"There are more and more hybrids on the ground lately."

"Centurion, it must be a riot started by those guys who play with corpses. Why don't we launch another great expedition!"

boom!
"Do you want to kill all our people? Those guys are watching us from the sky the whole time, don't even think about it!"

The cave-dwelling half-man who had been hit on the head lowered his head, looking utterly dejected.

"Pass down the order: have scouts lock down all the passes, and kill any human bastards who dare to set foot on our land to feed the Gru beasts!"

The many cave-dwelling half-humans laughed happily.

A cave-dwelling half-human blew his whistle only after the battlefield had been mostly cleared.

Soon, a group of hairy animals wearing saddles appeared.

They stand 1.3 meters tall, traverse cliffs with ease, have steel-like fur, and are topped with huge horns, yet their teeth are nearly identical to those of carnivores.

Despite its robust goat-like appearance, it looks extremely dangerous!

The strange goat approached and bleated.

A cave-dwelling half-human chuckled and patted the horn on the other's head.

The strange goat bleated as it bumped against the armor of the cave-dwelling half-human, making it clatter.

A caveman dragged out the roasted corpse of a wild man from the Ice Age tribe.

The goats nudged the cave-dwelling half-human affectionately, their calls growing even more cheerful.

"Eat up, eat up, my darlings!"

As the centurion blew his whistle, the strange goats swarmed toward the charred corpse, opened their mouths wide, and enjoyed their cooked feast!

The many cave-dwelling half-humans laughed heartily, then took out the meat they carried with them and began to feast.

However, they did not enjoy the corpses of those savages.

After everyone had enjoyed the feast, some of them went into hiding to deal with the battlefield, while others restored the place to its former glory.

There were many dark clouds today, and the light was not bright, but these cave-dwelling half-humans were able to walk on flat ground in the dark, clearly possessing extremely high night vision.

The caveman, known as the centurion, mounted a goat—what they called a Gru—on the back. Just as they were about to shift their patrol point, the pack around his waist suddenly emitted a red and green glow.

The cave-dwelling half-human saw the light and quickly took it out.

He took it out and examined it closely, and was surprised to find a familiar yet stressful fluctuation.

"Three long and one short – it's those damned canned goods from the South that have invaded!"

The centurion immediately pulled the trigger of his three-barreled musket.

A muffled gunshot rang out, and he immediately shouted, "Emergency assembly!"

(End of this chapter)