Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1574 - 36 Night Outing

Chapter 1574: Chapter 36 Night Outing

Tang Zheng did not deliberately instruct Fang Zhiwen and the other two to keep secrets. Even if other newbies learned of it and felt dissatisfied, he didn’t care. Both parties were not on the same level, and it was no longer necessary to waste energy on such trivial matters. Of course, if some newbies took this as motivation to strive harder for survival, he wouldn’t mind giving out a few Seeds.

"Anyway, there are plenty of Black Iron Seeds, why not give some away? Bet on the spawn chance. We have too few people with Psychic type and Healing System abilities." Li Xinlan walked into the Stone House, saw Tang Zheng bustling about cooking for himself, and felt extremely touched, "Let me do it."

"You go rest, Bi Yun, don’t wear such a long face, think of something happy." Tang Zheng tried to comfort the gamer girl, but to no avail; she was hit hard.

"I’m ready to leave." Xu Biyun sat on the beast skin, hung her head low, and suddenly muttered.

"That’s not a bad idea. The game is too dangerous now. Once you’ve saved up enough points, just leave, that goes for Bai Guo too." Li Xinlan genuinely hoped that the gamer girl would find relief soon. She had no intention of persuading Tang Zheng to retain his subordinates.

Hearing the kindly concern of the mature woman, Xu Biyun buried her head in her bosom and cried out. She wanted to contribute to the Team, to continue with everyone, but unfortunately her capabilities were mediocre, and her improvement limited. She had become a burden.

"Even if some newbies activate these two abilities, it’s useless. They won’t have enough time to grow; the game is so difficult, one careless move and they could die. It’s better to hope that a few Conquerors with better tempers come through." Tang Zheng changed the subject, not wanting Biyun to continue being sad.

After dinner, when the moon rose above the willow tops, the expected Arthur had yet to appear.

"Could this guy have been wiped out?" Tang Zheng stood outside the gathering area, looking into the distance. If Arthur returned to find his Tribe burnt to a white ground and the corpses of John and the others, he would definitely seek vengeance. But so far, there was no sign of him.

"I’ll handle patrol, you go sleep for a night. Get enough rest, then fight in combat." Perhaps Pang Meiqin was no longer around, which would have been an excellent opportunity to roll in the sheets, but Li Xinlan didn’t want Tang Zheng to overwork himself.

"You all sleep. I’ll go scout. If I encounter the enemy, just disperse the Natives and drive away, don’t engage." Tang Zheng released the Hell Motorcycle, its thunderous engine noise echoing in the wild.

"I’ll go too." Bai Guo wanted to jump on the back seat but was stopped by Tang Zheng.

"By myself, even if I have to run, it’s easier." Tang Zheng raised his index finger to his lips, silencing Bi Yun’s protest, "Don’t say anything. Go now, might even get a chance to play the part of the hiding mantis stealing the cicada’s prey, might get some advantages too. Wait for others to attack, their chances of winning are definitely greater."

Tang Zheng had too few cards in hand. If he had enough to arrange an ambush, he would absolutely not initiate an attack.

"Be careful on the way, come back soon." Li Xinlan kissed Tang Zheng on the lips like a gentle wife, then waved her hand.

Tang Zheng saluted with his hand at his forehead, turned the throttle, and the Motorcycle shot out like a Meteor, leaving a trail of rolling dust for thousands of miles.

Not long after leaving, Tang Zheng, who disliked the noise, took out the Warhorse Statue he got from the Demonic Shadow at midnight and summoned a mount. Otherwise, without even getting close, the loud sound would scare away the prey.

The sand on the ground provided a cushioning effect, the Horse Hooves stepping on it made almost no sound.

Tang Zheng carefully watched his surroundings, finally reaping some benefits; a team of vague Black Shadows appeared two hundred meters ahead to the right.

He blew a whistle. Tang Zheng’s legs squeezed against the horse’s sides, sprinting forth.

The Natives let out terrified screams, including the cries of children and women, as the men yelled loudly, holding Javelins and Stone Axes, protecting their wives and children, facing Tang Zheng directly.

Whoosh, whoosh, as the Natives swung their arms powerfully, a barrage of Javelins flew.

Tang Zheng took out a Baseball Bat, forcefully knocking aside the incoming Javelins. Some grazed his body, nailing themselves into the ground, vibrating with a buzzing sound.

The Natives exhaled loudly, took a step forward, their arms swinging like Windmills, smashing the short-handled Stone Axes out.

"Interesting!" With his feet planted in the stirrups, Tang Zheng stood up, the Baseball Bat striking directly at the incoming Stone Axes.

Bang, bang, sparks flying, the Stone Axes were deflected, but the Baseball Bat’s quality was too poor. After blocking three times, it was already twisted beyond recognition and was then cut into two by a Stone Axe, narrowly missing Tang Zheng’s head and crashing into the ground behind him.

Phew, Tang Zheng threw away the Baseball Bat and flung an arm, sending a Stone Axe flying. After doing all this, he had already charged up to twenty meters in front of the Natives. Not wanting to provoke these people, he pulled the reins, circling around.

The Natives stood their ground firmly. The little girls were crying, but the boys held small Stone Axes, eyes filled with ferocity. If it were not for the fact that all the slings had been used up in the previous battle, Tang Zheng would have been greeted by a barrage of stone projectiles.

"From now on, you are my Slaves. If you behave, after ten days, I will grant you your freedom!" Tang Zheng held the reins in one hand and took out another Baseball Bat, issuing an ultimatum to the Natives.

Facing these primitive people, even though they were cannibals, Tang Zheng did not wish to engage in Wanton killing of innocents. According to estimates, the Game would definitely be over in ten days.

The Indigenous People clearly did not intend to negotiate with Tang Zheng, let alone become slaves. The two bravest Natives stood out, howling and pouncing on him.

These thirty-six individuals were survivors from a tribe. Five days ago, their gathering place had been conquered by a Trojan Squad. They had escaped when another squad attacked, but unfortunately, their luck had come to an end now.

Gravity Bombs were launched continuously, smashing into the head of the one on the right, knocking him down instantly. The other one charged at Tang Zheng and brought down his Stone axe.

Bang, the Stone axe was deflected by Tang Zheng, followed by another strike, hitting the Native’s lower jaw and shattering all his teeth.

"Don’t test my patience; disobey, and you die!" Tang Zheng’s gaze was fierce as he prepared to make an example by killing one as a warning to others.

Three more Natives had originally stood up, but upon hearing his words, they instinctively stopped in their tracks. As primitives, their animal instincts told them that the man before them was strong.

Tang Zheng threw out a Baseball Bat, and a stone not far away was shattered into dust. Seeing this scene, the Natives finally gave up their last bit of resistance.

As the leading man knelt down, all of the Natives submitted.

"Good, follow me!" Tang Zheng tossed out a large bag of Food, teaching these Native children how to tear open the packaging. After tasting the flavor of luncheon meat, these guileless little fellows began to sincerely revere him, running around the War Horse excitedly.

The adults, smelling the aroma in the air, made swallowing noises in unison. Some had already voluntarily requested to scout in exchange for a can of canned food.

"You go!" Tang Zheng picked out a Native man with family and threw him a can of luncheon meat.

The physical strength of the Natives was remarkably enduring; they were even able to keep up with the Trojans at a brisk pace, and even the children were nothing but sweaty and breathless.

"Damn it, who said that Stone Age primitives were weak and sickly? Any one of them could be pulled out to run in a Marathon and easily bring home a championship." Tang Zheng muttered, questioning those experts. After cursing the tricky Silver Trojan, he returned to the priority at hand - in the Theme World, survival couldn’t be managed by existing Experience alone. It was crucial to gather as much information as possible, or the outcome would be dire.

"Chieftain, prey spotted!" Ten minutes later, a Native came running back frantically, reporting rapidly while pointing westward, yet his eyes were unwaveringly fixed on Tang Zheng’s Wristwatch.

"Continue the patrol!" Even though he had mastered Language Specialization, Tang Zheng barely understood him, but rewarding was definitely necessary.

Watching the Native leave excitedly with his canned food, envy was evident on others’ faces. Tang Zheng sighed; primitives were indeed simple-minded. As long as there was Food and you didn’t take their possessions, they were very compliant. As for freedom and such, their level of thinking obviously hadn’t reached that far.

It wasn’t long before Tang Zheng spotted his target - three Europeans with two Native children, camping.

Tang Zheng’s arrival startled them; they were in disarray, some even accidentally fell into the Campfire, causing the burning wood chips to fly around like fireflies.

"Stranger, leave this place!" The leading European wielding an assault rifle chastised Tang Zheng.

The other two were greedily eyeing the Natives behind Tang Zheng, as if they couldn’t wait to claim them.

"Fuck, I can’t even afford canned food." The European cursed, threatening loudly, "Leave the food and you can scram."

"Do you have grass for brains? Did you ever think about how I managed to capture so many Natives?" Tang Zheng chuckled, seeing that the three idiots were Newbies, obviously the remnants of a destroyed Team.

"No matter how you did it, my Bullets can easily blow your head off." The European roared, "Do as I say and make it quick."

Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders, then suddenly flung the Baseball Bat in his hand, crushing the head of a Newbie. The other two were a mix of shock and rage, pulling the trigger. However, the Bullets stopped in front of him and did not proceed.

"Is that all you’ve got?" As Tang Zheng’s words fell, the two Newbies who had emptied their Ammo Clips started to flee.

Tang Zheng pointed with his right hand, and those halted Bullets fired, turning one Newbie into a sieve. Then, he took out a Rope, fashioned it into a lasso, and with a flick of his Wrist, like a Cowboy, he threw it.

The lasso accurately looped around the Newbie’s neck. As Tang Zheng pulled hard, the unfortunate was dragged over; before he could get back up, he was already being dragged along by the full-speed charging War Horse, kicking up a large amount of dust.

Nearing midnight, Tang Zheng located Arthur’s camp Tent. The man was injured. It was a failed attempt to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead; ambushed by a Chinese Team, not only did he lose his Native subordinates, but three Group Members also died, leaving his Team completely crippled.

"Who the hell ambushed my camp, I must have my vengeance in blood!" The furious Arthur gulped down Red Wine, his eyes as red as a Rabbit’s. He wanted to vent, but without any women by his side, he turned his gaze to the only two male subordinates remaining.

The crisp sound of Horse Hooves saved the chastity of the two subordinates. (To be continued. If you like this novel, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)