Chapter 167 Hunting and Threats
This is a special planet.
A special environment creates a special ecology, and ultimately creates equally special humans.
Not long after Calvin returned to the tribe, he discovered this fact after contacting the members of the tribe.
The double gravity environment was considered normal, but the average height of the adult men in the tribe was 2 meters, which attracted his great attention.
There must be other factors involved in their bones and muscles to achieve a higher limit than ordinary people in this environment.
This doubt was explained after Calvin saw their things.
Did they grow up eating this stuff? Calvin murmured crazily in his mind.
The object of the complaint was the suspicious food that Mu casually handed over, which in Calvin's eyes had obviously excessive radiation content.
Well, if it can be called food.
The food in front of me was composed of some unknown plant starch, and its lumpy shape was quite normal.
However, this starch was invisible to the naked eye, but the unusual haze effect that stood out in Calvin's eyes really surprised him.
This thing obviously contains radioactive elements, and it definitely exceeds the standard!
Calvin is not afraid of eating this. His stomach is designed to digest this kind of thing.
But he is really interested in how local humans digest this food and how it continues to this day.
If this doubt can be resolved, and Calvin can confirm that these humans do not fall within the mutation range recognized by the empire, then this place will definitely be a new source of troops for the empire!
What were you thinking... He shook his head.
This place is still under the jurisdiction of the Bad Omen Order, so how could people from the Ministry of Military Affairs be allowed to intervene.
Speaking of the Order of Omen, I don’t know what is going on with Constantine now…
His thoughts were still going on, but the food being handed to him brought him back to reality.
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 feeling.
What's special about it is that its existence is based on unilateral giving without expecting anything in return.
In the days after returning to the tribe, Calvin experienced this kind of all-round care.
Mu's life was rough and she remained unmarried and had no children.
From the moment she picked up Calvin, she regarded him as a gift from God to her.
She cherished Calvin, her later relative, very much. In addition to praying and thanking God every night, her strong maternal care made Calvin somewhat unbearable.
This expression of emotion reflects her strong personal style - silent and stubborn.
It is reflected in every aspect of Calvin's life, from the fine stitches on his fur to protect him from frost, to the wide variety of dry food in his bag when he goes hunting.
Whenever Calvin tried to do these things by himself, Mu's silent but gentle eyes made him finally 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 loosen and soften more.
It is easy to reject love, especially since Calvin had already realized it, so this kind of thing would never happen to him in this life.
Family love is different. Who can refuse someone who is unilaterally devoted to you without asking for anything in return?
I can't, you can't, and neither can Calvin.
He knew that both his mental age and absolute life span were far greater than this woman who had never left the plateau in her life.
But he was unwilling to refuse, instinctively.
Whenever he touched the stitches on the fur on his body, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if a gap that had always existed was being tenderly cared for and filled.
He understood that this body was an instinctive regret. It was a pity that as a mortal, he never had the opportunity to enjoy the family affection that belonged to him...
There are always storms on the snowy plateau, and the snow in the coniferous forest is blown by the wind and falls from the branches in fine pieces.
At the edge of the forest covered with a foot of snow, Calvin was squatting on a pile of wood that had been cut down, facing the wind and sniffing the fishy smell in the air several kilometers away.
The Astartes' 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 air in the wind was cold and dry, and Calvin's olfactory cells efficiently filtered all useful information amidst the sting of low temperature.
The smell carried in the air was complex and messy, and Calvin could distinguish many animals, ranging from giant beasts that he could not carry for the time being to small rodents jumping between branches.
With the dry food Mu prepared for him in his mouth, Calvin was still waiting.
He hasn't found a suitable target yet. The identified information is either of inappropriate size or inappropriate distance...
That’s it!
Looking at the 3 o'clock sun 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 is marked as inedible by hunters, its gorgeous fur alone can be exchanged for a lot of money...
Whoosh!
In the deserted forest, Calvin doesn't need to disguise himself. When exerting his full strength, his unformed body also possesses strength and agility beyond that of a mortal.
The white fur left shadows in the air, and only the footprints on the branches and the rustling of shaken snow in the air proved that he had passed by here before.
The straight line distance of five kilometers in the primeval forest is the limit of a day under the feet of mortals, even the elite hunters in the tribe are no exception.
No matter how much, it's not impossible, but in the dangerous wilderness, they must ensure that they have enough physical strength to cope with possible accidents.
Calvin had no such concerns.
Even in the coldest part of the cold season, he could run and jump in the forest without any scruples, covering a distance of nearly ten kilometers in a cup of tea.
call! hiss!
Calvin's figure appeared on a raised cliff. The goal of his trip was in the open space less than ten meters below his feet.
The bear-like creature named Kraken was happily wandering in the open space to find a new cave, completely unaware of the peeping eyes dozens of meters away from the headwind.
call!
The wind in the mountains and forests is always changeable, and the headwind one second turns into a tailwind the next.
Calvin, whose whereabouts were exposed, did not panic, but took his time to watch the reaction of the giant beast in front of him.
It did not choose to escape, probably because it was reluctant to part with this rare shelter.
Weighing 200 kilograms, it is considered petite 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, baring its teeth and claws in a way that was both fierce and ridiculous.
Calvin's reaction was to slowly pull out six iron picks from the belt around his waist with both hands.
After thinking about it, 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 holding the remaining four iron sticks between his fingers, Calvin looked at the already tilted sun above his head and decided not to wait any longer.
Facing Kraken's roar, his thin figure jumped up from the cliff and pounced down like an eagle striking!
The iron sign in his hand was hidden behind him in mid-air, and his hawk-like gaze was pointed directly at the neck of the giant beast!
The instinctive claw strikes were easily dodged, and even the dynamic vision surpassing that of humans was unable to lock onto the white figure leaping around.
The giant beast howled timidly, spinning in circles as it tried its best to follow the opponent's footsteps, but its strong body now became synonymous with clumsiness.
The roaring sound still echoed, and the nervous pulling continued.
Under the secretion of adrenaline hormones, the physical fitness of the giant beast is rapidly declining.
The extremely fast wandering continued, and the pulled beast's breathing began to become short. Its physical strength, which was not good at endurance, had reached its lowest point, and its steps had begun to stagger.
Whoosh!
After teasing the giant beast for a long time, Calvin saw that the time had come and jumped forward decisively.
call! call! Two more consecutive claw attacks were dodged.
When the third powerful sweep came, Calvin took a half step back, then jumped onto the upright shoulders of the beast.
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 behemoth's neck. Then, taking advantage of the gap before the counterattack, he jumped to distance himself... BOOM!
As the huge body completely lost its life and fell on the white snow, Calvin jumped down again from the woods not far away.
The iron tag with the tail tube and blood groove was worth his painstaking polishing, and with the continuous bleeding, it would not pollute his favorite fur.
He casually stepped over a circle of blood surrounding the giant beast, and took back the iron sign that was still bleeding.
Carrying this huge trophy on his shoulders, Calvin looked at the little sunlight left above his head, and took the time to set foot on the way he came.
It’s 5:30 in the afternoon, which is already the time when the sun sets in high latitudes.
The hunting teams in the tribe also appeared at the end of the sentry soldiers' field of vision in the golden afterglow.
When Calvin was the last to walk out of the forest in the afterglow of the setting sun, everyone at the checkpoint was stunned by the heavy victory on his back:
"Hey! White-skinned guy! What did you bring back this time?"
When Calvin returned from the snowfield carrying a heavy load of 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 of the tribe, and the source of Calvin's latest trouble.
Nomadic girls are like this, a contradiction between a fawn and a she-wolf.
In front of her father and brother, in front of her playmates in the tribe, and even in front of people she has a crush on, she shows the agility, liveliness, simplicity and no inhibitions of a young deer.
You can see the vitality that permeates her every moment, and those big wet eyes are always curiously looking at everything that interests her.
But on the other hand, it would be embarrassing if you are not appreciated or if she detects bad intentions.
In this era when women also have to take up swords and guns, there is no essential difference between her and her father and brothers as a warrior.
Putting aside the superficial appearance evaluation, the dagger on her waist and the white callus mark on her thumb can also tell you what the she-wolf's anger is.
"Hey! Don't keep silent! This is really a big guy! How did you handle it!"
She jumped to the front of Calvin and blocked the former's steps.
But the latter didn't pay attention. He just raised his head and swept it with his silver eyes, which made the girl's curiosity and enthusiasm cool down at the same time.
"Ah this man! And his..."
The girl was stopped in the middle of her words by her brother, whose cautious eyes had been focused on Kraken's snow-white fur.
He knew that his gaze would be noticed by the other party, but he had to look at it.
At this age, one can hunt such prey alone and bring it back to the tribe intact.
The strength and courage shown by the other party no longer allowed him to despise him.
This is no longer a simple hunt.
As long as they know enough about hunting, any hunter in the tribe will fall into a stunned silence when they see the prey and the boy carrying it.
The body weighing 200 kilograms is exactly the limit that Calvin can carry now. Kraken's hind legs, stained yellow by the soil, are dragging on the ground behind Calvin, making a long snow mark.
Mars looked up:
The white fur is bright and intact, and there are no wounds visible on the whole body, only a slight trace of blood on the neck.
This was not the product of a trap, but a precise and brutal one-sided killing.
Can he do it? It should be possible. But can he do it so cleanly? It's hard...
Mars thought deeply about these details and compared them with his own abilities, and came to a fact that he was unwilling 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 to the big tent in the center of the camp and informed his father of his observations.
"Then what do you want to do?" the leader of the tribe asked.
At this time, he was looking at the newly acquired sword in his hand. He was not touched by Mars' words in the slightest, as if what the young man threatened was not his son's future status.
"I... don't know." Mars said a little discouraged.
The leader turned back, picked up the leather on the table, gently wiped the edge of the sword, and then said to Mars:
"What can't be achieved by force, conspiracy can't last long either. The most clear thing for me in this life is to understand my own abilities and what kind of things I can do. What about you? My child?"
"but……"
"No buts!"
The leader inserted the sword on the table, interrupting Mars' unspoken words.
"I want to sacrifice the lives of tribal warriors to drive away a man who is not at fault for the threat you may face?"
He strode across the desk, walked up to Mars, grabbed his collar, and asked cheek to cheek:
"Or are you afraid? Are you afraid that you won't have the chance to take over the power in my hands?"
"I don't!"
"So you can't wait any longer? You think 70 years is too long, and I, an old man, should have made way for you long ago?"
"No! No!" Mars explained in a panic.
"Trash! Then you should use your bravery to prove your qualifications to me!"
The leader pushed away Mars, who was out of control, and then looked down at his fallen body:
"You need to understand that the ore that can be used to cast blades can only be obtained by using blades. The people of the tribe are not blind. Whoever can give them more stability and water will be their alpha wolf. I will say this, Just take care of yourself."
After saying that, the leader pulled out the weapon on the desk, turned around and walked out of the tent.
The exchange between the two came to an end, and calm returned to the tent.
In the tent hundreds of meters away, Calvin remained calm as Mu handed him hot water and towels and looked thoughtfully in their direction.
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