Kunta''s skill is not good. He can be a believer of ancient gods. His body has changed since the day of completing the sacrifice. His speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people. Moreover, he has lived in the valley for a long time, and his big eyes are easier to use than ordinary people in the thick fog.

    Although he lost to Manda accidentally at the beginning, who can think of a 12-year-old boy with Jurassic combat experience? Under normal circumstances, Kunta can easily deal with two or three ordinary people.

    But today these three people are obviously not ordinary. The seemingly clumsy fat man not only found Kunta''s sneak attack, but also made an accurate counterattack. More importantly, the other two did not disperse. They hid in the thick fog and were ready to surround the enemy.

    This is not a simple defensive strategy, but a trap to lure the enemy into depth. Kunta finds himself deceived. He is looking for a chance to escape. In the night fog, he can disappear in the other party''s sight as long as he runs out more than ten steps.

    But the other party didn''t give him a chance. The three stood evenly and neatly, blocking all Kunta''s escape routes.

    If you don''t kill one, I''m afraid you can''t go away.

    Kunta looked carefully at the three people in front of him. The fat man was a cruel man, and there was a tall and thin man who didn''t look good. There was only a half bald middle-aged man, medium build and slightly bloated. It seemed that only he was easy to deal with.

    Kunta turned his eyes, picked up the dagger and rushed straight towards the middle-aged man. He was fast. Normal people couldn''t even see him clearly, but the middle-aged man was not flustered because his speed was not lost to Kunta at all.

    He dodged to avoid Kunta''s attack. Kunta didn''t want to fight and saw the other party get out of the way. He just wanted to rush out of the siege. He didn''t want the middle-aged man to stretch out his hand and accurately pinch his neck. Kunta rushed forward and the middle-aged man attacked. Their strength was all concentrated on Kunta''s neck. Kunta was black and fell heavily to the ground.

    He almost passed out, but luckily he was a little short.

    He chose the wrong target. The middle-aged man was the strongest of the three. He pulled out a machete from his waist, pointed to Kunta''s face and said, "where is the count?"

    Kunta vomited out the dinner. He wiped his mouth and gasped for a long time. He didn''t care about the threat of the other party. He waved a knife desperately with a dagger. When he saw the opposite side dodging back, Kunta immediately stood up.

    Smart people can make smart choices at the last minute. Even if the knife is on their neck, don''t fantasize about each other''s forgiveness. Kunta knew that no matter whether he answered each other''s questions or not, the three men could not let him leave alive.

    Kunta raised his knife and rushed to the tall and thin man. He fought several times. Kunta found that he was the weakest one, not because of his poor skills, but because of his high center of gravity. If the first target was him, he might have successfully escaped now. Unfortunately, the three people were too tacit. Kunta successfully cut his tall leg, but was kicked to the ground by the fat man.

    "Where is the count?" the middle-aged man kicked Kunta severely. Kunta covered his chest and coughed violently.

    "Ask you again for the last time!" the fat man patched Kunta''s face and kicked him in the left eye. Kunta covered his eyes and moaned painfully.

    "Kill him!" the tall thin man stretched out his feet and aimed at Kunta''s neck. They knew that the valley was dangerous and didn''t dare to waste too much time.

    Kunta struggled to climb forward. Seeing that his thin and tall right foot was about to step on his neck, he suddenly saw that the other party''s left foot was soft and fell to the ground on his back.

    It seemed that someone had cut his hamstring. Before he could feel the pain, his left leg lost its function for a moment. He touched his knee and found that the blood on his lower leg had soaked his pants. Severe pain hit him. He gave a wail, and the sound echoed in the valley for a long time.

    The middle-aged and fat men looked around. They were attacked, and they had not seen the attacker yet.

    Fat raised his machete. He wanted to kill Kunta immediately, but a slight chill came from his knee, and he fell to the ground.

    The middle-aged man''s ears trembled and looked around. He saw a figure and heard some footsteps.

    He was nearby, no more than 30 steps away from the crowd. He controlled his steps well, chose a good route, and had a clear goal. He only cut his legs.

    Unexpectedly, he was hiding from a character who was good at sneak attack. Seeing Kunta still crawling hard, the count stepped on his hand. He wanted to cut off Kunta''s head with a knife, but he heard footsteps approaching.

    The middle-aged man retreated, and the footsteps retreated. The other party had the patience to deal with him.

    Kunta gritted her teeth and continued to climb forward. There was an uncontrollable warm current in her heart: I knew you would save me.

    It was Manda who attacked in the dark. He struggled for a long time about whether to save Kunta.

    The enemy is too powerful. It can be determined that these three people have nothing to do with the Claude Sai family. Baron Claude Sai just cooperated with them to become a mass actor. He can easily mobilize the Baron, which can see the strong background of the other party.

    The combat effectiveness is explosive and the background is amazing. It is obviously not wise to fight with such opponents. Although he has a deep friendship with Kunta, as Kunta said, he cherishes his life more, which is not shameless, and Manda has no shameless concept.

    The reason why Kunta was rescued was another consideration. What would happen if we let these people leave the valley?

    First of all, the valley''s weak defense has been exposed, which means that powerful enemies may attack the valley at any time. According to the current strength of the valley and Manda''s position in the valley, he will probably be incorporated into the Death Squadron and become the cannon fodder for the first wave of death.

    Of course, escaping from the valley is also one of the options. It should be easy to survive in the Jurassic in the middle ages, but if the enemy chases and attacks hard, the situation is another matter. He knows what happens to the prey left alone.

    Night hunting is a gift of wild animals, especially for some small guys who like to eat meat. If they can''t learn the survival law of night, they can only wait to starve to death.

    These three men are beasts. Unfortunately, this is not their territory. Although Manda is not particularly familiar with the valley, he is confident to deal with the enemy for a while.

    In the thick fog, Manda''s eyesight was not as good as Kunta, but he was more familiar with the valley than the enemy. He rushed to the fat man''s back and slashed his back with his golden finger. The fat man shouted in pain and fought back. Manda had disappeared.

    Not long after, Manda walked around behind the tall and thin man and hit his ankle with his golden finger. The tall and thin man punched back and hit Manda on the cheek. Manda rolled and disappeared into the fog.

    Don''t expect a fatal blow. Only consider the timing and speed of the shot. If you win the prize and escape immediately, the killing effect can only depend on luck.

    Seeing Kunta crawling slowly in front of him, the middle-aged man didn''t do it easily. He roughly judged Manda''s position and whispered, "stand up, or I''ll cut off his head immediately!"

    Manda smiled to herself: do you want to lie to me?

    Although it sounds contradictory, there is hope to save Kunta only if he doesn''t care about Kunta''s life and death at all.

    "Baldness, cut it!" the gloomy laughter echoed like a bouncing ball in the valley. "Look who is faster!"

    Manda suddenly ran behind the tall thin man, stretched out five fingers and tore a large piece of meat off his back. The tall thin man sitting on the ground screamed. This is exactly what Manda expected. The bigger his cry, the better. The three headed dog and the book bug should hear the echo in the valley.

    The middle-aged man tried to chase Manda, but after much thought, he chose to give up.

    "Can you go?"

    The fat man stood up hard, took two steps, but fell to the ground again. The thin man tried twice and couldn''t stand up at all.

    The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and looked down at the ground.

    There was a white line on the ground, which was the mark left by lime when he entered the valley. The two companions looked at the middle-aged man and looked a little flustered.

    "Don''t worry, I''ll find a helper and go back."

    It''s still a lie. He can''t come back.

    He left his two companions and ran along the white line.

    After running for a while, the footsteps behind him gradually approached. The middle-aged man immediately stopped and looked back. Manda also stopped and waited.

    The middle-aged man turned around and ran again. The footsteps approached again. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and ignored it. As a result, he was hit in the back of his head by a stone.

    You run and I run, you stop and I stop, and see the opportunity to take the black hand. This is Kunta''s tactics.

    The stone is not small and sharp. The middle-aged man immediately saw blood in the back of his head, but he still didn''t stop. Manda lost another stone and was avoided by him. When Manda threw the third stone, the middle-aged man used Yu Guang to judge Manda''s position.

    He suddenly turned around and chased him. The speed was amazing. Manda hurried to the grass on the hillside. Suddenly, the middle-aged man shouted, "vines!"

    A vine suddenly sprang out of a dead tree, entangled Manda''s ankle and made him fall. Manda struggled to get up, but found that the middle-aged man had come in front of him. He raised the machete without a word of nonsense and directly cut into Manda''s neck. In a hurry, Manda caught the machete with his hand, twisted it with force and folded it into two sections.

    The middle-aged man was silly. He knew that the child was a believer in ancient gods, but he could not see the gods and classes that Manda believed in.

    Empty handed broken blade, is it above level 3? The middle-aged man was stunned. Manda took half of the machete in her hand and threw it in the middle-aged man''s face.

    The middle-aged man dodged and dispelled his doubts. Believers above the third level didn''t need to fight in such a embarrassed way. Looking at Manda''s back, the middle-aged man read again: "vines!"

    In late autumn, the withered vines seemed to have life, grew and circled at a very fast speed, and quickly woven into a big net, trapping Manda firmly in it.

    Seeing Manda''s ability, the middle-aged man took precautions. He let the vine wrap Manda''s wrist, made his palm unable to move, and lost the opportunity to use the golden finger.

    The middle-aged man quickly walked up to Manda, stared into Manda''s eyes and asked, "where is the count?"

    Manda struggled a few times and gasped, "let me go and I''ll take you."

    The middle-aged man licked the remaining half of the machete and stabbed Manda in the face.

    This is unscientific. The villain died of talking too much. Why did he talk so little?