Chapter 105 105 Chase

However, Allen wouldn't let him go. When Allen saw a person jumping out of the grass, he shot a wooden arrow, but the cannibal shooter threw the stones in his hand decisively.

​ At that moment, Allen's attack was affected, so his wooden arrow missed.

Allen also dodged the stone's attack, but when he came to his senses, he saw that the cannibal shooter was running towards a place with more trees to avoid Allen's wooden arrows.

"Interesting! But do you want to race me in the jungle? Seriously?"

Allen thought the cannibal was too naive. After all, his physique had improved.

"But this cannibal seems to be intelligent. He knows how to launch a sneak attack and how to escape. Is he another cannibal who can speak? Then I can catch him to know the current situation of the cannibal!"

Allen was excited at the thought of this. Know your enemy and know yourself. If Allen had known the movements of the cannibals in advance, he wouldn't be afraid even if he had brought seven girls.

He would just kill everyone!

Thinking of this, Allen ran faster.

Allen was afraid that his wooden arrows would kill the cannibal shooter. Otherwise, Allen would have shot through his shins.

But it didn't matter, because Allen was getting closer and closer to the cannibal shooter.

"Stop! I'm not a bad guy!"

At the same time, Allen felt that the distance between them had been very short. He called out.

He wanted to test whether the cannibal shooter could speak his language or not.

And this test would determine whether Allen would keep the cannibal shooter alive or not.

Or just kill him!

"I would not believe you!"

The result didn't disappoint Allen. This cannibal shooter could speak! Although he was out of breath!

"No wonder you are so intelligent. You're the cannibal ambassador!"

Allen was excited. He felt that the war against the cannibals was going to be a success!

So Allen sped up again and finally pushed the cannibal scout down to the ground.

Although the cannibal scout wanted to fight with Allen!

But how could Allen lose to a cannibal scout in close combat?

Allen gave him a blow!

"Damn it! Strong arm!"

At the same time, the cannibal scout also let go of his grip on Allen's foot. Only then did Allen notice that this cannibal scout's right arm was incredibly thick, and his left hand was the size of a normal cannibal.

He immediately let out an exclamation.

At the same time, he broke the cannibal scout's arm without any hesitation. Otherwise, Allen didn't want to be knocked over by his arm.

"Tell me your name!"

"No. Tell me! How many people have you come?"

Allen asked the wrong question, but he quickly reacted and asked the right question.

"Ah..."

However, at this time, the cannibal scout seemed not to have reacted and was still in a daze, unable to speak.

Seeing this, Allen immediately knew that this guy was pretending. Even though Allen broke his arm, the cannibal scout didn't have any reaction. As soon as Allen asked him a question, he started screaming. "Your acting skills were so bad, weren't you?"

Allen's eyes flashed with anger, and he bent his arm again!

"Ah! Stop! It's broken!"

The pain finally brought the cannibal scout back to his senses. Being controlled by Allen, he didn't dare to move, because just after he screamed, Allen had already taken out his crossbow and pointed it at his head.

"Shut up!"

The two simple words seemed to have magic power, which made him dare not to say a word, no matter how painful his arm was.

He just looked at Allen as if saying that he didn't want to die.

Allen wouldn't be softhearted because of his gaze. Otherwise, he knew he would pay for it!

The main reason was that this cannibal was so ugly. Even with a pitiful expression, he was disgusting.

"Answer my question!"

Allen took a deep breath and decided to end the interrogation as soon as possible.

Because this cannibal scout probably never took a shower, and he had a bad smell.

"Okay."

The cannibal scout stared at the wooden arrow pointed at his head. The sharp head was like the most terrifying weapon in the world, giving him great pressure.

He had seen this kind of wooden arrow before when he collected the corpses of his compatriots. He knew how powerful it was. Anyway, an arrow at such a short distance would pierce through his head.

So he was very careful at this moment.

"How many people are here?"

"Okay, just the three of us."

"Where are the others?"

"They are still on their way."

"How many people are there in your tribe?"

"Do you mean my clansmen? I have never calculated."

He felt that because of his answer, the wooden arrow on his head seemed to be more piercing into the head.

The slight pain and the flow of blood seemed to make him feel the threat of death. He immediately began to shout.

"I didn't count, but I can estimate it now! Please don't kill me!"

After saying that, he even shed tears unconsciously.

Allen glanced at him in silence and put away his wooden arrow.

"Say it."

"Please, let me calculate it. The east side, the west side, and the patriarch."

The cannibal scout was scared out of his wits. He began to count the number of his clansmen in front of Allen.

But he didn't seem to be good at calculating. He had calculated for a long time, but he didn't get an accurate number.

Allen suddenly felt that it was difficult for a cannibal to do this.

So Allen came up with a way to help the cannibal.