The long spear had pierced the lion's corpse and was still trembling violently.
The person who had thrown it must have been incredibly strong.
And the spear had been specially fashioned. Did that mean there were people on this island?
The next moment, strange shouts rang out.
The cries sounded very unusual.
On the aircraft carrier, Chen Dongliang heard them through the cameras mounted on the soldiers' helmets.
The carrier's equipment began trying to identify what language they were speaking.
But the result came back as an unknown language. In other words, it didn't belong to any country on this planet—or even to any known regional dialect.
The equipment contained the world's most comprehensive language database. Even if it couldn't translate an unfamiliar language with complete accuracy, it should still have been able to identify it.
But now, it couldn't even identify these words.
That meant this language might be one that had yet to be discovered on Earth.
As Chen Dongliang pondered this, figures began pouring out of the bushes.
They wore rough-spun clothes and looked bizarre. Even their ears were pointed, just like elves in the movies.
They seemed to be people from ancient times, judging by the wooden spears and stone knives most of them carried.
The heavily armed soldiers were completely stunned by the sight.
"*******" A burly man stepped forward and pointed at the soldiers, shouting loudly.
Figures with bows appeared all around him, aiming their arrows at the soldiers.
Clearly, they had surrounded the soldiers and were ordering them to do something.
The soldiers stared at the guns in their hands, bewildered. Did these people even know what they were holding?
Clearly, they didn't.
When the soldiers made no move, the leader roared, "***"
They still couldn't understand him.
But several archers immediately fired