Chapter 280： Slada (1/2)

"The Dark Lord of the Pirate (

Slardar was silent, standing there quietly, looking at his fist, as if thinking about something.

Although it was just a punch, it was already his strongest blow, condensing all the power he could explode, as well as domineering.

He shook his head slightly. He was not satisfied with this effect, not satisfied with his own strength, dissatisfied with his own strength, and his own domineering strength.

In my mind, the scenes played in the video, the battle of those strong men, although not as good as personal experience and on-site experience, he is a monster, and he can naturally see a lot of things.

Want to compare those strong ones, he is far from insufficient.

In the past, he had only his own anchor, a little spice, and a lighter for ignition. Now, there is one more thing, that is, the video phone worm.

At the same time, there is dissatisfaction with his opponents, too weak to give him more pressure, human potential is endless, originally he could not deal with the strongest beasts on the island, but he is learning domineering After that, a relaxed awakening.

In a short period of time, the domineering progress was rapid, and the few beasts were naturally not his opponents. For this reason, in order to gain greater pressure, he also limited his armed color, relying solely on his body and those beasts. Fight.

Although there is still an effect, it also limits the progress of his own arrogance.

Maybe in a little while, his body alone will be able to deal with the beasts.

This island, the treacherous environment, and the beasts, is a hotbed for his improvement. Now, it will become a shackle that limits his progress.

The island that was once dangerous has now become free to come and go.

He needs to fight, a stronger opponent, this island, except for the village, is about to make Fa no longer interested.

Putting down his fist and taking up his weapon again, the huge anchor was directly carried on his shoulder by Slardar, judged its position, and walked in one direction.

Slardar is already familiar with this island, especially with the improvement of his strength in the past few years, where has he not been?

As for the blood lion's corpse, he didn't care. The blood lion's meat was not delicious, and the stench from before made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Slardar gradually left, the blood lion's corpse exuding a strong breath of blood, attracting the aura of hunters, constantly approaching, dividing the blood lion's corpse, or triggering another war.

To the west of the hunting island, there is a swamp, with a lake in which a small waterfall slides from the top to the bottom.

With a "boom", a figure fell from the sky, and instantly fell on the water of the lake, splashing a huge splash of water.

In the lake, there are still a group of ferocious creatures. This is the master of this lake and the master of this swamp. This swamp is their hunting ground.

On the shore of the lake, or lying quietly in the water, or floating quietly on the water, facing the falling "outsiders", they just glanced at them, and they didn't care.

The body of each head is seven or eight meters long. Although short, it has sturdy limbs, long, big mouth with amazing bite force, tail with amazing power, and it is covered with a layer of hard scale armor.

This is the crocodile, the overlord of this swamp, an overlord race on the entire hunting island.

It was Slardar who jumped from the waterfall. Looking at it, both sides seemed to be used to it. Under the calm surface of the lake, a huge shadow was drawn, and there was a huge movement, but under the spray that had dispersed.

Then, the huge shadow under the lake gradually became clear. Soon, a huge body emerged from the water. This is a huge crocodile. Unlike other crocodiles, it has a body length of nearly 30 meters and is the overlord of the island. One of the creatures, and the king of the entire crocodile family.

Half of his body emerged from the water, and the other half of his body was exposed. On top of his head, there was a figure lying, it was Slardar.

As early as six months ago, this crocodile king was conquered by him, at least he thought so.

In accidents, he fell in love with this lake, and after hunting or fighting, he always came to this lake to take a bath and wash his body.

However, this is the territory of the crocodiles. They are the masters of this lake. How can they allow an outsider to come? This is the first time such a thing has happened.

The moment Slardar came over, he was already spotted by this group of crocodiles, and they all turned into prey in their eyes, so a great battle began.

Undoubtedly, this group of crocodiles faced Slardar and was undoubtedly overthrown. Finally, the overlord hidden in this lake appeared, this giant crocodile, who was also defeated after a battle. Losing his combat power, or falling down, watched Slardar take a bath in the water, and then left very coolly.

For the second and third time, the arrival of Slardar was a kind of provocation for them, and they continued to fight, but they were not Slardar's opponents. As this time increased, they gradually stopped resisting and let Slar Arrived, then departed.

This is a monster, and it won't cause trouble anyway, just come to take a bath, sleep here from time to time, open one eye, close one eye, and Slardar has become a frequent visitor to this lake.

Time gradually came to the evening, Slardar lay quietly on the head of the giant crocodile, opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and judged the time.

Slardar doesn't stay in the village often, and basically goes back once every three days. This is also because the villagers are worried about his accident.

It is now exactly the third day, "I'm leaving." Slardar stood up slowly and said, using the body of the giant crocodile, he made a light leap and jumped onto a rock wall next to the waterfall, stepping on At the upper footing point, although the body is huge, it is very relaxed. The rock wall is very hard. If you don't use force, there is no risk of chipping.

Walking on the way back to the village, he dragged a huge bison in his hand.

Suddenly, Slardar frowned, then stopped, and carefully looked at the ground around him. He often walked along this road, but now he found strange things. He found traces of people passing by.

Not just one person, but many people, crooked weeds, all kinds of signs, all show that many people pass by this place.

Such traces were not left by the hunters in the village. Slardar knew it well. Following these traces, Slardar gradually discovered that the direction of these traces led to the village.

Did something happen in the village? A group of strangers came to the village? With such thoughts, Slardar's face changed, and he hurried towards the village.