"Plus the corpse vulture's short lifespan of only a few decades..."
"Among those in the group who can really stand up for them, I'm afraid they all died in this attack."
"This corpse vulture that returned to the group alone can only become a marginal figure in the larger group."
"It's good enough not to be bullied by other small groups... It definitely doesn't have the guts or the appeal to come and cause trouble for us."
"Do not worry!"
After hearing these words, Mai Fan truly felt at ease.
After all, this group of people has already been harassed and retaliated by people who slipped through the net.
It's just that they were more prepared and didn't suffer a loss.
In a situation like today, if this ethnic group doesn't sign up for the group... then it won't be a big deal.
And this lizard man's deduction was absolutely correct.
This corpse vulture flew towards its own group like a bereaved dog.
Along the way, it didn't even dare to look back, for fear of being chased by the lizard men.
It was probably after flying a long distance that the corpse vulture felt safe.
There is a medium-sized cliff in front of it, and it plans to fall on it and rest for the time being.
Plop la la, a few messy feathers fell to the ground as it landed.
At the bottom of the canyon, there was a creature taking a nap, and a piece of it fell on its head.
"Um?"
The creature sniffed it with its nose... After smelling the unique smell of corpse vultures, it muttered in disgust: "Why is it such a low-level thing again?"
There seems to be a companion beside it, whose voice is even more charming than its own, and what he says is full of complaints: "Isn't that right!"
"It's all the big sister who bullied others and deliberately chose such a barren direction for us."
"It was agreed that during the mating season, everyone would do it according to their abilities. But in the end, they still cheated and gave us the worst land."
"Did you know? Before setting off, I asked the mother-in-law in the tribe..."
"In every mating season in the past, the success rate in this direction has always been the lowest!"
As soon as this was mentioned, the ladies started to sigh.
After accepting their fate... they all raised their heads... and showed a disgusted expression towards the stinky guy above their heads.
"But even if I'm alone, I don't want to find this kind of guy... If I bring this kind of guy back to Banshee Canyon, I'm afraid he will be laughed at by the entire tribe."
People around it also echoed: "No, it's really ugly, and it also stinks!"
"If future generations are like it again, they will never be able to turn over or hold their heads up for the rest of their lives."
"Even if it comes to the next season, there won't be any good males left for you."
"The banshee who has chosen the corpse vulture is no longer qualified to meddle with the males of the higher-level tribe."
These large ethnic groups have such double standards.
For the harpy, appearance is more important than anything else.
Because they themselves are not an inferior group.
Sometimes, male bloodline is nothing at all in the eyes of women like them who pay attention to appearance.
So the corpse vulture above their heads didn't know that it had just escaped another disaster.
Probably after resting and thinking that he was safe, this corpse vulture squatted alone on the cliff and worried about its future.
"What can I do? All my brothers and sisters are dead. My parents are the first to bear the brunt."
"There is also a grandfather in the family who is very sick and will die of old age soon... When he returns to the clan, I will still be his supporter."
"This is the cave of the small family that I occupied before, and the lone vulture that I bullied from time to time..."
"If I find out, I will go back alone..."
Speaking of this, the corpse vulture shuddered...
"Forget it, never mind, who insisted on attacking the lizard people in the first place!"
"It's all thanks to that big brother who doesn't know what to do. He killed a whole family...and left me, the one who survived, scared!"
"Oh, why are the lizardmen of this tribe so powerful... They are different from those I have encountered before!"
The corpse vulture was complaining...poof, a bunch of shadows suddenly flew out above his head.
The corpse vulture shivered in fright, and subconsciously spread its wings, intending to spread its wings and leave quickly.
'Plop la la,' plop la la! ''
"What are you doing! I'll fight you!"
"Oh mom, harpy! Help! My virginity!"
Before the corpse vulture even spread its wings, the others were pinned to the ground.
When he was struggling, he looked up...and was frightened.
After confirming the race that held him down, the lone corpse vulture launched a vigorous resistance.
If nothing else, none of the males who fall into the hands of the harpy die well.
A group of people who desperately want to survive, as long as they have some ideas, they will fight to the death.
It’s just that the opponent is too powerful.
In normal times, corpse vultures and harpies have also faced off, and usually there is no problem in one-on-one combat.
But what the corpse vulture didn't expect today was that dozens of harpies could be hiding under a seemingly ordinary cliff.
Why do these group-hugging groups that have never appeared in the Barrens appear here today?
When the corpse vulture was thinking that he might have to finish playing today...
The banshee with its eagle talons on its head suddenly spoke: "Did you just say that there is a lizard-people habitat nearby?"
"It's not a lie, is it?"
Lizardmen are a community that reproduces very quickly and has a social system. They usually choose to locate in areas with relatively rich products.
Because they need enough resources to raise their young and expand their tribes.
In this desolate land...how come there are large ethnic groups?
Were you asking for news about the lizard people?
The corpse vulture was stunned for a moment, and secret joy emerged in his heart.
This showed that he still had a chance to survive. For this reason, the corpse vulture sold the lizard man without any burden.
"Of course there is, and the group is quite large."
"Why do you think our family was wiped out? It's because there are wizards in this clan!"
"The lizard man's ritual sacrifice, such a rare variant... I thought they must have discovered a breeding farm with great resources somewhere, and settled there."
"If you don't believe me, I can tell you the exact location. Go and see for yourself!"
Hearing the corpse vultures say such information, the harpies were surprised at first, and then after thinking about it calmly, the expressions on their faces became a little solemn.
If it is really what this corpse vulture said... then their next attack will be dangerous.
I don’t know how many of these dozens of sisters can snatch men from that ethnic group.
How about sneaking over and taking a look yourself?
Look for their usual loopholes, and when someone is alone, they can just grab one and run away...
If you think about it this way, it's actually not that difficult.
