Chapter 167 Hunting and Threats

This is a special planet.

The special environment creates a special ecology, and ultimately creates equally special humans.

Calvin discovered this fact shortly after returning to the tribe and coming into contact with members of the tribe.

The double gravity environment is still normal, but the average height of 2 meters for adult men in the tribe has attracted his great attention.

Their bones and muscles must have other factors involved in order to get a higher upper limit than ordinary people in this environment.

This doubt was explained after Calvin saw their things.

They grew up eating this stuff? Calvin was complaining wildly in his heart.

And the object of the complaint was the suspicious food that Mu handed over casually, which in Calvin's eyes obviously exceeded the radiation content.

Well, if it can be called food.

The food in front of him is composed of some unknown plant starch, and the block shape is normal.

But this starch is invisible to the naked eye, but in Calvin's eyes, the conspicuous and abnormal light fog effect really surprised him.

This thing obviously contains radioactive elements, and it is definitely exceeded!

Calvin is not afraid of eating this, his pre-set stomach exists for digesting this kind of thing.

But he is really interested in how the local humans digest this kind of food and how they can continue to this day.

If this doubt can be solved, and Calvin can confirm that these humans do not belong to the mutation range recognized by the empire, then this is definitely a new source of soldiers for the empire!

What is he thinking about... He shook his head.

This place is still under the jurisdiction of the Omen Order, how can the military department be allowed to intervene.

Speaking of the Omen Order, I don’t know what is going on with Constantine now...

His thoughts are still extending, but the food handed to him brought him back to his senses.

Calvin decided not to think about these troubles for the time being, and turned his attention to how to deal with "Mu"'s meticulous and overly enthusiastic care...

Family affection is a special kind of emotion.

Its specialness lies in that its existence is based on unilateral, unrequited efforts.

In the days after returning to the tribe, Calvin experienced this kind of all-round care.

Mu had a rough life, and she was unmarried and had no children.

From the moment she picked up Calvin, she regarded him as a gift from the gods.

She cherished Calvin, her future relative, very much. In addition to praying to thank the gods every night, the strong maternal care made Calvin a little overwhelmed.

This expression of emotion has her strong personal style - silent and stubborn.

It is reflected in every aspect of Calvin's life, from the fine stitches on the fur to resist the frost, to the wide variety of dry food in his bag when he went out hunting.

Whenever Calvin tried to do these things himself, Mu's silent but gentle eyes made him finally choose to give in.

This is the power of family affection, which may not be as fierce as love, but it can make Calvin's steel-like heart loose and soft.

Love is easy to refuse, especially Calvin has long been aware of it, so this kind of thing will never happen to him in this life.

Family affection is different. Who can refuse a person who unilaterally gives for you without asking for anything in return?

I can't, you can't, and Calvin can't.

He knows that he is far older than this woman who has never left the plateau in his life, both in terms of mental age and absolute life length.

But he didn't want to refuse, instinctively.

Whenever he touched the stitches on the fur on his body, he had a strange feeling in his heart, like a gap that had always existed, being gently cared for and filled.

He understood that this was the instinctive regret of this body, regret that as a mortal, he never had the opportunity to enjoy the affection that belonged to him...

There were always storms on the snowy plateau, and the snow in the coniferous forest was blown by the wind and fell from the branches in small pieces.

At the edge of the forest covered with a foot of snow, Calvin was squatting on a section of the remaining felled wood pile, sniffing the fishy smell coming from the air several kilometers away.

Astarte's sense of smell was used by Calvin here, becoming an effective guide for him when hunting alone, and a guarantee that he would not get lost in the forest.

The airflow in the wind was cold and dry, and Calvin's olfactory cells efficiently filtered all useful information in the stinging of low temperature.

The smell in the air was complex and messy. Calvin could distinguish many animals, from giant beasts that he couldn't carry for the time being to rodents jumping between branches.

Calvin was still waiting with the dry food prepared by Mu in his mouth.

He hadn't found a suitable target yet. The information he had identified was either of the wrong size or the wrong distance...

That's it!

Looking at the sun at 3 o'clock in the distance, Calvin, who was worried about returning empty-handed, finally found a suitable target in the air.

Although the flesh and blood of this giant beast were marked as inedible by hunters, its gorgeous fur alone could also bring considerable benefits...

Whoosh!

In the deserted woods, Calvin didn't need to disguise himself. When he exerted his full strength, his unformed body also had strength and agility beyond that of ordinary people.

The white fur left a trail of afterimages in the air. Only the footprints on the branches and the snow blocks that were shaken off rustled in the air to prove that he had passed by here before.

A straight-line distance of five kilometers in the primeval forest is the limit of a day for ordinary people, even the elite hunters in the tribe are no exception.

It is not impossible to walk more, but in the dangerous wild, they must ensure that they have enough physical strength to deal with possible accidents.

Calvin has no such concerns.

Even in the coldest time of the winter season, he can run and jump in the forest without any scruples, and travel nearly ten kilometers in the time of a cup of tea.

Whoosh! Hiss!

Calvin's figure appeared on a raised cliff, and the open space less than ten meters below his feet was his goal.

The bear-like creature named Kraken was happily wandering in the open space to find a new cave, and was completely unaware of the peeping dozens of meters away from the wind.

Whoosh!

The wind in the mountain forest is always changeable. The headwind in the last second becomes the tailwind in the next second.

Calvin, whose whereabouts were exposed, was not in a hurry, but watched the reaction of the giant beast in front of him leisurely.

It did not choose to escape, probably because it was reluctant to leave this rare place to stay.

Weighing 200 kilograms, it is considered small among its kind, but its ecological niche still gives it a lot of courage that it shouldn't have.

It tried to drive Calvin away, and its claws and teeth were both fierce and ridiculous.

Calvin's response was to slowly use both hands to pull out six iron sticks from the belt around his waist.

After thinking for a while, he took back two of them.

Metal is a precious resource here. These six iron sticks are already most of Mu's property, so they should be used sparingly...

After clamping the remaining four iron sticks between his fingers, Calvin looked at the sun that was already tilted above his head and decided not to wait any longer.

His thin figure faced the roar of the Kraken, jumped up from the cliff, and swooped down like an eagle!

In mid-air, the iron stick in his hand was hidden behind him, and his eagle-like eyes were pointed directly at the neck of the giant beast!

The instinctive claw attack was easily dodged, and the dynamic vision that exceeded that of humans could not lock on the white figure leaping around.

The beast howled timidly, spinning in place and trying its best to keep up with the opponent's footsteps, but its strong body became synonymous with clumsiness at this time.

The roaring sound was still echoing, and the tense pulling continued.

Under the secretion of adrenaline hormones, the beast's physical strength was rapidly declining.

The extremely fast wandering continued, and the beast's breathing began to become short. It was not good at endurance and its physical strength was at the bottom, and its steps began to stagger.

Whoosh!

Calvin, who had been teasing the beast for a while, saw that the time had come and rushed forward decisively.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Another two consecutive claw attacks were dodged.

When the third powerful sweep came, Calvin took a half step back, and then jumped onto the shoulders of the beast that stood up.

With the help of the infrared vision in his eyes, Calvin accurately inserted the iron stick in his left hand into the bright red pipe on the neck of the beast, and then took advantage of the gap before the counterattack came, and jumped to open up the distance... Boom!

As the huge body completely lost its life and fell on the white snow, Calvin also jumped down from the woods not far away.

The iron skewer with tail pipe and blood groove was not in vain for his deliberate polishing. Under the continuous bleeding, it would not stain the fur he liked.

Casually stepping on the bloodstains around the giant beast, he took back the iron skewer that was still dripping blood.

Carrying this huge trophy on his shoulders, Calvin looked at the little sunlight left above his head and hurried to set foot on the way back.

It was 5:30 in the afternoon, which was already sunset time in high latitudes.

The hunting teams in the tribe also appeared at the end of the sentry soldiers' vision in the golden afterglow.

When Calvin was the last one to walk out of the woods in the afterglow of the setting sun, everyone at the outpost was stunned by the heavy spoils of war on his back:

"Hey! White-skinned guy! What did you bring back this time?"

When Calvin returned from the snowfield carrying heavy prey, a vibrant voice came to his ears, adding a touch of color to the setting sun.

That was the voice of the daughter of the warrior leader in the tribe, and the source of Calvin's recent troubles.

Nomadic girls are like this, a contradiction between a fawn and a mother wolf.

In front of her father and brothers, in front of her tribal playmates, and even in front of people she likes, she shows the agility, liveliness, simplicity and no taboos of a fawn.

You can see the vitality in her every moment, and those big wet eyes are always curiously looking at everything that interests her.

But on the other hand, if you are not appreciated or she detects malice, then it will be embarrassing.

In this era when women also have to take up swords and guns, she is no different from her fathers and brothers as a member of the warriors.

Putting aside the superficial evaluation of her appearance, the dagger on her waist and the white callus on her thumb can tell you what the anger of a mother wolf is.

"Hey! Don't be silent all the time! This is a really big guy! How did you deal with it!"

She jumped to the front of Calvin and blocked the former's steps.

But the latter ignored her, just raised his head and scanned with his silver pupils, which cooled the girl's curiosity and enthusiasm at the same time.

"Ah this person! And his..."

The girl was stopped by her brother halfway through her words, and the latter's cautious eyes were always focused on the snow-white fur of Kraken.

He knew that his gaze would definitely be noticed by the other party, but he couldn't help but look.

At this age, he can hunt such prey alone and bring it back to the tribe intact.

The strength and courage shown by the other party cannot be underestimated.

This is no simple hunting.

As long as they have enough knowledge of hunting, any hunter in the tribe will fall into a surprised silence when they see this prey and the boy carrying it.

The 200-kilogram body is just the limit of Calvin's current load. The hind legs of the Kraken, which are stained yellow by the soil, are dragging on the ground behind Calvin, leaving a long snow mark.

Mars looked up:

The white fur is bright and intact, and there are no wounds on the whole body, only a slight trace of blood on the neck.

This is not the product of a trap, but a precise and cruel one-sided slaughter.

Can he do it? It should be possible. But can he do it so cleanly? It's difficult...

Mars thought about these details and compared them with his own abilities, and came to a fact he didn't want to face.

After waving his hand to stop the girl's meaningless offense, the hunter, who was in his eighties and still in his prime on the local planet, turned around and walked to the big tent in the center of the camp and told his father his observations.

"What do you want to do?" asked the leader of the tribe.

He was looking at the newly acquired sword in his hand at this time. He was not moved by Mars' words at all, as if the young man was not threatening his son's future status.

"I... don't know." Mars said a little discouraged.

The leader turned around, picked up the leather on the table, gently wiped the edge of the sword, and then said to Mars:

"What can't be obtained by force, conspiracy can't last long. The clearest thing in my life is to recognize my own abilities and what I can do. What about you? My child?"

"But..."

"No buts!"

The leader inserted the sword on the table and interrupted Mars' unspoken words.

"I'm going to sacrifice the lives of tribal warriors and drive away a person who has done nothing wrong for the threat you might face?"

He strode over the table, walked to Mars, grabbed his collar, and asked face to face:

"Or are you afraid? Afraid that you won't have the chance to take over the power in my hands?"

"I'm not!"

"Then you can't wait? Do you think 70 years is too long, and I, an old man, should have given way to you long ago?"

"No! No!" Mars explained in a panic.

"Waste! Then you should use your bravery to prove your qualifications to me!"

The leader pushed Mars, who was out of control, away, and looked down at his fallen body:

"You need to understand that the ore that can be used to forge a blade can only be obtained with a blade. The people of the tribe are not blind. Whoever can give them more stability and water is their alpha wolf. I've said all, you can do what you want."

After that, the leader pulled out the weapon on the table, turned around and walked out of the tent.

The two people's communication came to an end, and the tent returned to peace again.

In the tent hundreds of meters away, Calvin was looking at them thoughtfully as he accepted the hot water and towel handed to him by Mu.

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