Chapter 1514 Little Monster Leader

Where is the culprit?

I have no idea.

But one thing is certain.

Since the little monster can use the seemingly harmless cubs as a lure and launch a cramming attack on us, it means that the opponent has reached the point where it has to fight against all odds.

You know, whether for monsters or humans, cubs represent hope.

Who would give up hope casually unless forced to do so?

Since even hope has been abandoned, and such a large-scale suicide attack is launched, it means that the leader behind them has only one purpose - to kill us.

No matter what the means, no matter the cost, we must be killed.

The reason why it has reached this point, I think, may be related to the failure of several previous sieges.

Although I rarely live in dense forests, I still know the rules - survival of the fittest.

The advantages and disadvantages here do not entirely refer to strength, but also to wisdom, strategy and survivability.

Several previous night raids had failed. Such a result was unacceptable to the little monster who had been hungry and frightened in the dense forest for a long time.

It's okay to fail, but you can't lose in a row. Once you lose in a row, even if you are the leader, you will be finished.

Don't think that the leader is great. Other little monsters are holding you up, but you are the leader. Other little monsters are shaking things up, but you are nothing.

The necessary factors that determine whether other little monsters will support you or turn the world upside down are whether they can fill their stomachs and whether they can reduce the death rate of companions.

Obviously, previous successive attacks have proven that the current leader is unable to do this.

It may be because of lack of ability, or it may be because the opponent is as fierce as a tiger.

In short, it can't.

If you fail to do so, your status will be shaken.

For a leader who has been in a high position for a long time, the shake of his status means that his power will be completely lost, food will no longer be abundant, and the exclusive female will eventually be accepted by the next leader.

All of this is unacceptable to the little monster leader who is accustomed to enjoying power, status, fullness, and desires.

Therefore, it wants to win, it must win, even at all costs, even if it pushes the hope of the ethnic group to the forefront, even if it abandons many of its companions as abandoned children, even if only half or even a third of it may be left in the end. There is no clan member left.

As long as you win, it's all worth it.

As long as you can win, you can stabilize your position. As long as you stabilize your position, you can continue to dominate and be free and indulgent.

Food can be collected again.

Females can be selected again.

The subordinates can have children again.

Even if there are less than one-third of the tribe, it is sure that it can increase the number of the tribe back to its original size in a short period of time.

After all, in the face of high fecundity and high survival rate, everything is not a problem.

The biggest problem now is these dozens of besieged guys.

Why haven't they surrendered yet?

Why do they still have such a strong will to fight?

Why can't they feel any signs of physical exhaustion?

Even ferocious giant wolves and fire-breathing monitor lizards cannot be so tenacious and powerful!

What exactly are they?

Is it local or foreign?

If it is native, why has it not been discovered until now?

If they are from outside, what is their purpose here?

Is it to overthrow the dynasty he established with his own hands?

Hiding behind a bush somewhere, secretly observing the scene where the tribesmen were being slaughtered mercilessly as they surged up like a tide, the little monster leader trembled in his heart.

It always thought it had a chance to win, but at this moment, it already felt that it had little chance of winning, just like when it was a weak child when facing an adult giant wolf.

This group of people in front of me is so terrifying!

Can't win. Absolutely can't win.

The little monster leader's eyes flashed with fear and helplessness, but he still persisted, still deceiving his fellow creatures, encouraging them to move forward, telling them that these creatures brought many delicacies that could be used to satisfy their hunger. Females can also be used to reward the most heroic warriors.

The premise is that they can win.

But is this possible?

Holding on to the tree trunk, I looked coldly downward at this little monster hiding among the trees and making strange screams. I had already concluded that it was the leader - except the leader, who would take a break when the battle was at its hottest?

Since he is the leader, he deserves to die.

I smiled and slowly pulled the Odachi out of its sheath.

Since the scabbard is made of flexible cowhide, it does not make any sound, but the killing intent can affect the instinct of living things.

The moment the knife was completely unsheathed, the little monster leader suddenly turned around in fear.

It didn't know that I was standing behind it, and it didn't even notice that there was someone missing from the team. It was just staring at me and the knife in my hand with a pair of frightened eyes.

It is fearful, trembling, incontinent.

The more a creature lives on the edge of a knife and licks blood, the greater its instinctive reaction to its surroundings.

The same goes for the little monster leader.

Although it has been at the top of the world for many years, the instinct that has been honed in the days of licking blood from the knife's edge cannot be thrown away.

In its horrified eyes, this tall, giant-like guy possessed absolute power and unrivaled strength.

Just by facing it, you can already be sure that if you resist, you will definitely die.

So, it made a move that was beyond my expectation - it knelt down and surrendered.

This is the instinct of weak creatures. When facing an invincible opponent, most of them can save their lives by surrendering.

This has even become a law in the jungle.

But unfortunately, the person in front of me is not a local, but a foreigner.

I had no time to pay attention to the humble gesture of the little monster kneeling down and surrendering. This was just the rule of this island jungle, what did it have to do with me?

Besides, I have my own set of rules - if you cut the grass without eradicating the root, the harm will remain for life.

The knife is out of its sheath. If it doesn't get stained with some blood, how can we make it through?

So, I smiled and nodded to it, and then took its life.

The little monster's attack stopped two minutes after the leader died.

Then, this group of guys, who were still aggressive before, dispersed in an instant and disappeared from sight.

The so-called rabble refers to this group of guys.

It would be better to at least leave a few behind and resist resolutely.

But speaking of it, I am a little disappointed and regretful. I thought that the leader of the little monster who could organize such a beautiful night attack and encirclement would be a tall and strong type. In the eyes of monsters, he is like a tree standing in the wind, and in the eyes of humans, he is unparalleled in power.

The result was a coward who was so scared that he peed his pants and knelt down to worship him.

With a sigh, I swung my knife again and chopped the little monster leader to pieces.

Xiao Zhi ran over at a very fast speed and saw that the corpse of the little monster leader had turned into a puddle of mud. He was instantly unhappy, glared at me, squeaked, and collected the corpse with his forelimbs in displeasure.

I don't know what makes it unhappy again. Maybe the Beetle Monster feels uncomfortable a few days every month, even if it is a male.

Happy New Year's Eve.