Chapter 690

Chapter 690

Samba was lucky. After a life-and-death struggle, he killed a crocodile with a dagger.

When everyone saw the death of the eight-meter-long super crocodile, which turned over and

floated to the surface, they found it unbelievable.

The mutated super crocodile had been inflicted with multiple injuries. Raphael had severely injured

the crocodile’s left forelimb with a flame bomb and broken its claws. Patrick had dived into the river

and blinded it. Samba took the dagger and continued to have close combat with the crocodile. The

scene was quite dangerous.

The people who had fallen into the water had already climbed onto the raft. In high spirits, everyone

gave Samba a thumbs-up and loudly praised him for his skill.

"How awesome!”

Everyone couldn't help but make a nolse of excitement, and at the same time, they urged Samba to

climb up the raft quickly. After all, it was quite dangerous to soak in the river.

“Are you hurt?” Only Christina asked with a straight face.

Samba was quite nervous to hear other's compliments now he was greeted with the cheers of

Charles and the others. Although Samba was ferocious-looking, he was very shy. He shook his head

to show that he was fine.

As Christina and Samba were on different rafts, she couldn't check his wounds closely, so she could

only shout at Charles and order him to check.

"... Stop howling. I don't see you guys being so high-spirited when fighting with the crocodile just

now. Go and see whether Samba is hurt!”

Because of Samba’s dark skin, even if there were some small wounds bleeding, they could be easily

ignored.

When Samba saw Christina quarreling with Charles and the others, he immediately became nervous.

If she angered all the men, Samba worried that Christina would be bullied by them.

Therefore, Samba gesticulated with hands and feet, for fear that Charles and the others would not

understand his language.

Samba conveyed that “I am not smart but I can hunt.”

Finally, Samba slapped his chest hard with his olght fist and roared, which meant “Never mind.”

I'm not as smart as you little people, but I've hunted and lived by myself since childhood. I'm not

afraid of crocodiles.”

Others could get a rough idea of what he was trying to say, which probably meant, “A little injury

doesn't matter.”

At this moment, they also knew that there was a deep wound on the inner side of Samba’s right

arm, which was scratched by the claws of the crocodile’s forelimb. The wound was so deep that dark

red blood kept oozing out. Samba’s dark skin prevented them from noticing it at first.

Charles and the others felt a little ashamed.

A scheming mind couldn't face the purity of simple-mindedness, just like one’s dark side dared not

to look straight at the bright sun

Samba never thought too far, nor did he know the current struggle in the minds of Charles and the

others. When Samba returned the dagger, Patrick said, “It belongs to you.”

Samba didn’t quite understand but he was also happy to get such a good dagger, which was harder

and sharper than any tool he had ever seen.

Raphael, who was on the same raft as Christina, suddenly behaved like a crazy person. He grabbed

the heavy

flame gun, aimed, and fired at the dead crocodile floating on the river, making deafening noises.

The water and the riverbed shook violently.

“What's wrong with you?”

"... What if it comes back to life?” Raphael refilled the gun in a serious manner.

“Bullets cost money. Don't waste resources. How can it come back to life...”

Raphael was indeed venting his emotions but he didn’t put it clearly. “On the Third Island,

everything is possible.”

The two sections of Scepters that he had finally found disappeared again. He was just in a bad

mood.

"Hey, where the hell are my Scepters?”

Raphael turned around and questioned the Barbarian Matriarch with an unfriendly alr.

The raft continued to drift down the current. In fact, everyone regretted going down the river so

casually. The Third Island was much more dangerous than they had imagined.

Under Raphael's furious questioning, the Barbarian Matriarch replied calmly, “You'll see it soon.”

There might be ancient ruins hidden nearby.

Just as Patrick and the others held their weapons tightly in their hands, vigilant against dangerous

creatures in the river, they calculated according to the map and realized they would soon reach the

great waterfall as long as they travelled down the lower reaches of the river.

But suddenly they seemed to have broken into a barrier.

The rives in front of them disappeared, and their rafts were thrown into the sky by an unknown

force. Christina and the others all cried out in astonishment.

Ah

One by one, they fell from the air and had their buttocks hurt. When they came back to their senses,

they were surprised by the scene in front of them.

A second ago, they were rafting on the river and in an instant they reached a lush virgin forest.

The black soil here was fertile and wet, and there were many towering old trees. The sun above

them was shining brightly, shedding light on their faces through the leaves. The surroundings were

full of vitality with the chirps of cicadas, insects, and birds. The sounds of birds’ fluttering wings and

small animals’ swift movements on the trees could also be captured.

"What the hell is this place?” They couldn't help but ask.

Was this an illusion?

At this moment, Gary suddenly shouted excitedly, “Listen, it's the sound of a waterfall!”

Although he could not see the waterfall, he did hear the strong sound of the rushing water.

“The waterfall should be nearby.”

“No matter where we are now, our purpose will be fulfilled as long as we find the waterfall.”

Everyone's mood gradually brightened up. “Who is Nagar? Why living in the waterfall...”

“It sounds like a god's name.”

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