Lost Jungle

23

    The low-pitched roar of the strange beast came from the edge of the jungle, and instantly echoed in every corner of the tribe.

    In the surrounding woods, strange beasts rushed out. In the nearby stone house, a thick stone door was pushed open vigorously. Suddenly, a large number of strange beasts appeared on the spacious passage, and rushed to the depths of the tribe.

    Wen Feng looked at all this strangely, and the sudden change of dignified atmosphere in the tribe made Wen Feng puzzled.

    What's the matter? What happened?

     Turning his eyes away from the strange beasts flying around, Wen Feng looked up at Vikas beside him, with obvious confusion in his eyes, "Vikas... drink!" The questioning words were interrupted, and a scream , Wen Feng was roughly resisted by Vikas on the shoulder.  

    Fine scales grew rapidly from the tight light yellow skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a layer of hard silvery white scales covered Vikas' tall body in an instant.   

    The sharp animal claws pressed the palms of Wen Feng's back firmly, and the slightly bent legs jumped high, leaving a few deep grooves on the hard muddy ground. Vikas, who followed Wen Feng, quickly appeared on the passage, joining the swift and violent tide of alien beasts.   

    The gentle facial features were tightly attached to Vikas's back covered with fine scales, Wen Feng's cheeks were flushed with blood, and his long black hair slid over his cheeks, hanging upside down.    

     Narrowing his eyes in discomfort, Wen Feng vaguely guessed that some great danger was about to come, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart, what kind of danger, or an enemy, could make the beast so nervous.    

     According to Wen Feng's long-term observation and speculation, the strange beasts who usually take turns living on the other side of the snow mountain should be doing some kind of work similar to sentry, waiting on the high place halfway up the mountain, closely monitoring the appearance of the enemy .    

    Standing firmly in front of a large stone house, with thick arms, Vikas gently put down the fragile creature on his shoulders as much as possible.    

     His legs were on the solid ground, his bloodshot head hadn't calmed down, and with a little dizziness, Wen Feng subconsciously reached out and grabbed Vikas' arm, and the icy and delicate touch came from his fingertips.

    With wide-open black bright eyes, he turned his head and looked around quickly, and there were densely packed strange beasts covered with scales of various colors in front of him.

    This was the first time Wen Feng saw so many strange beasts. It seemed that the whole jungle's strange beasts had gathered here, occupying the wide passage, even on the stone roof.

    Wen Feng took a rough visual inspection, and there were nearly a thousand strange beasts here.

    Under the bright sunlight, the smooth and dense scales reflect the dazzling light, creating a colorful splendor.

    Just when Wen Feng wanted to take a few more glances, the stone door behind him was pushed open, and a smell mixed with stale and rancid smell came from close range.

    With a twisted neck and slightly raised black eyes, with a trace of panic, they stared straight at an invisible darkness.

    In the dark corner, there were two hazy black figures trembling, Wen Feng intuitively felt that there was a certain kind of excitement inside, a kind of excitement about to be relieved.