Starting from Robinson Crusoe

Chapter 334 144: More Spoils_2

At this moment, he couldn't even feel hunger; he didn't know why that monster hadn't killed him, nor did he know what he should do next.

The high temperature of the flames baked his brain, making him feel an urge to urinate.

Raising his neck for a long time made him increasingly exhausted, but he didn't dare look at the ground—he was very afraid of Chen Zhou, yet he was also curious about the monster clad in armor, and couldn't help but want to see what would happen next.

...

The performance of the young captive was satisfactory.

Seeing his awkward posture and his face flushed by the bonfire, Chen Zhou decided to first untie the grass rope on his legs, letting him stand up and get his blood flowing.

The dagger was in the inner pocket, and he needed to take off the Vine Armor to retrieve it. Chen Zhou found this troublesome, so he picked up the Wooden Saber discarded by the Indigenous Warriors and walked to the young captive's side.

Seeing the monster approach him, the young captive, who had been very composed, could no longer suppress his inner fear and shouted loudly.

Chen Zhou couldn't understand the indigenous language and could only judge from the tone that he was probably begging for mercy.

"Relax, I don't intend to kill you."

He lowered his voice and spoke to the boy as gently as possible.

Meanwhile, his large hand, clad in Metal Finger Guards, pressed against the boy's thin shoulder, and the other hand cut the grass rope on his ankle.

The captive boy couldn't understand Chinese, he could only feel the coolness of the Metal Finger Guards, instinctively stopped shouting, his mind went blank, and he didn't even notice that the restraint on his leg had been untied.

"You can stand up now."

After saying this, Chen Zhou inexplicably felt his own voice was unfamiliar and strange—

It had been more than two years since he had communicated with others of his kind, and now speaking to a human, he himself felt uncomfortable.

The young captive didn't understand his words, still lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Seeing this, Chen Zhou directly grasped his shoulder, applied a little force, and lifted the little fellow, who was about 160cm tall and weighed less than 80 pounds, into the air.

...

A feeling like soaring through the clouds overwhelmed him, and before the indigenous boy understood what had happened, he found himself standing on the sandy ground.

His eyes widened, with an indescribable feeling, cautiously looking at the monster who untied the grass rope on his leg and didn't kill him.

The perspective from lying on the ground was completely different from that after standing up.

Truly standing next to Chen Zhou, the boy felt just how massive the monster's figure was.

Chen Zhou's barefoot height was 184cm; wearing boots, it approached 186cm. With a helmet, he appeared to be 190cm.

Add to that Chen Zhou's exaggerated shoulder width, the Metal Shoulder Armor inlaid with iron plates, and standing together with the indigenous boy, he was not only a head taller but more than twice his body width.

A giant of this size had never been seen in the primitive tribe.

Just from this sight, the boy, visually overwhelmed, was convinced he was either a Devil or a Celestial God.

...

"Come with me."

Afraid of the indigenous boy escaping, Chen Zhou's hand remained on his shoulder, half pushing and half dragging him to the canoe's side.

The tide had already started to recede, and the canoe, which had been partially immersed in seawater, was now completely stranded on the beach.

Having not brought a Hand Axe down the mountain, Chen Zhou planned to first see how thick the bottom of the canoe was.

If possible, he would pierce a few holes in the bottom of the boat with a spear; if not, he would try to set fire to burn the two canoes, cutting off the escape route of the indigenous warriors.

However, setting a fire created too much commotion, and the charred canoe could be seen from a distance.

If they were directly burned, the two canoes might not serve as a lure to draw the indigenous warriors close.

...

Shoving the indigenous boy in front of the canoe, Chen Zhou found that this large vessel, enough to carry a dozen people, had a rough exterior but had been carefully charred by the indigenous people to be quite exquisite inside.

They had no carpenter tools, not even metal, and used stones and flames to craft the canoe.

The interior of the canoe was entirely blackened from fire, with some Wooden Sabers and Wooden Arrows scattered within.

Chen Zhou tried to poke the bottom of the boat with the spear.

It turned out the bottom of the canoe was very solid; the spear couldn't pierce it. To destroy it directly, besides using an axe or chisel, the most expedient way was to use explosives.

Just as he was pondering how to take the indigenous boy to a secure place for temporary confinement, the boy suddenly ignored the cold hand pressing on his shoulder, pointing excitedly at another canoe and shouting.

His demeanor had a restrained joy, faintly showing an uncontainable fear of Chen Zhou.

Continuously repeating words Chen Zhou couldn't understand, he even took a step forward, seeming to try breaking free from Chen Zhou's grip to escape.

Fearing the most that the indigenous would escape,

Feeling the indigenous boy's bold actions, Chen Zhou immediately applied more force, his strong arm pressing on the boy's shoulder, making it impossible for him to move, forcing him to lower his body, stopping his shouting and struggling.

...

"What's on that boat?

Why did he react so strongly all of a sudden?"

Chen Zhou was particularly puzzled and once more lifted the indigenous boy, bringing him to the other canoe.

Approaching it, the indigenous boy suddenly became excited again, though this time he dared not attempt to break free from Chen Zhou's grip, merely repeating a phrase quietly, which sounded like a person's name.

Looking into the canoe, Chen Zhou found another indigenous captive lying inside.