"Awesome! The Wasteland Brutal Bears are really too powerful." Little Zack felt like his excited heart was about to leap out of his chest. He looked at the silent Allen beside him and called out, "Brother Allen, take me there. I want to tame one. I have to tame one."
"Brother, stop joking around. Which eye of yours saw that I can take more of a beating than a Spine Sword Tiger?" Allen was truly speechless. Seeing the hopeful look on Little Zack's face, he really could not bear to refuse him.
"If you won't go, forget it. Hmph, I'll go myself." Little Zack pouted and jumped down along the tree trunk.
By the time Allen reacted, Little Zack had already reached the ground and was running toward the Wasteland Brutal Bears.
Dina followed after him without thinking.
"Damn it, you two are going to get me killed." Without hesitating for even a moment, Allen slid down the trunk while hugging it and hurried after them.
As he got closer and closer to the pandas, Little Zack happily imagined returning to the tribe with a Wasteland Brutal Bear. Everyone would surely welcome him like a hero.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the faster he ran. But when he was less than fifty meters from the brutal bears, the hot blood throughout Little Zack's body felt as though it had been doused with a bucket of water at minus fifty degrees.
It was because the nearest brutal bear turned its somewhat comical head and glanced at him.
Endless ferocity shone from those large black-and-white eyes, like a beast released from an iron cage, ready to choose someone and devour them at any moment.
Little Zack, who had been running, abruptly stopped. He stood there