Kaya and her group's camp was set up in a small valley, with high cliffs on three sides. The entire camp had only one entrance, which was now blocked by the Du'an tribe.
Damn it, these guys look like trouble!
I cautiously hid behind a tree not far from their camp, carefully observing their every move.
The savages before me were full of vigor, especially the warrior leading them, who stood out remarkably among the crowd.
It wasn't that he had an extra arm, but rather that on his bare chest, a strange flying bird was tattooed with bright red ink. This bird had three heads and five tails, and its eyes were so lifelike that it looked like it could fly off his chest at any moment.
I wondered how Kaya and the others were doing, whether they had enough food.
I frowned, calculating the time in my mind. It was already afternoon, and the sun was gradually setting in the west. Soon, the leader would send people to look for the two unfortunate souls who had just left, and then I would be exposed.
Time was running out. I needed to solve a problem: how to eliminate or drive away these Du'an tribe warriors.
Although I was confident that none of them could defeat me in a one-on-one fight, the fact that there were over thirty of them made things difficult.
As I was thinking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my chest, as if something was burning my skin.
Damn it, what the hell is this!
I looked down. The black mark on my chest, which had been barely noticeable since I left the other island, now seemed alive, even faintly glowing!
Holy hell, am I about to transform like Ultraman?!
I gripped the tree trunk and slowly squatted down. The pain was like being repeatedly seared on a hot plate. If I hadn't had a strong will, I would have cried out long ago.
After a while, the feeling gradually subsided. By then, my forehead and back were covered in cold sweat, and I had even dug a considerable hole in the hard bark of the tree.
Since returning to the deserted island, I had been pondering what this black mark on my chest truly was.
I gently touched the black mark on my chest. The blackness, imprinted on me like ink, made the silver wolf tooth necklace even more conspicuous.
Now, I was almost certain that the changes happening to me were undeniably linked to this wolf tooth necklace!
Back then, the savages said this thing was blasphemous, and they chased me for it. I had mocked them for being superstitious and ignorant. Now, it seemed there was some truth to it.
I had a strange feeling that the black mark on my chest was a warning to me.
When I was in college, I read a book about world mysteries in the library.
Within the ancient Egyptian pyramids, there were certain curses. Some archaeologists or tomb raiders who intruded into cursed chambers died one after another.
Even if they didn't die on the spot, they would later die in various bizarre ways.
This was the legendary curse of the Pharaohs, that anyone who disturbed their rest would face eternal damnation.
And the wolf tooth necklace I had obtained was probably something similar. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Although without it, I would have died in the temple long ago, what goes around comes around. Now, its negative effects were gradually manifesting.
I could hardly imagine what would happen if, during a life-or-death struggle with an enemy, it suddenly started glowing. That would be the end of me even without a fight.
After dealing with the Du'an situation, I would definitely find a way to get rid of this black brand.
While I was experiencing this transformation, the Du'an tribe members made a new move.
I saw the tattooed man, their leader, say something to his subordinates. His men scattered and, before long, returned with bundles and bundles of firewood, neatly stacked at the entrance of the canyon.
"Kaya, the east wind has arrived. If you don't come out and surrender now, I will burn you all inside."
The tattooed leader walked unhurriedly to the entrance of the valley and shouted into it, intending to force Kaya and her group to surrender.
"We'd rather suffocate inside than become your slaves!"
The response to the tattooed man was an arrow shot from the valley. The leader's face turned grim. It seemed he hadn't expected Kaya and her people to be so stubborn.
Well done!
I was delighted that Kaya hadn't fallen for the tattooed man's nonsense. After all, once they laid down their arms, they would be at his mercy. The Du'an tribe could then do as they pleased with them.
But seeing the tattooed man about to order his men to light the fire, if I didn't come up with something, I would have to watch Kaya and her people march towards their doom!
Time was pressing. I quickly inventoried the items in my backpack.
My bag now contained rope, a small knife, and a few of the simple Molotov cocktails I had left from before.
What could these things do?
I looked around the surrounding environment, and after some thought, inspiration suddenly struck.