As Allen ran away, he took back his intact wooden arrows.
The more wooden arrows Allen retrieved, the easier he would be!
"We need eight crossbows, one for each of us. No, I need to make two more as standby! In case of any accident."
Allen was lost in thought.
After Allen left for a while, Shaman, who had expected to be eaten by wild beasts, had a new chance.
Shaman was very particular about where to run.
Shaman was running in the direction of his compatriots, but he failed to escape Allen's chase and died in the forest in front of his compatriots.
It was because of the close distance that the corpse of Shaman was finally found by the cannibal who came out to hunt.
"Ouch!"
The savages roared crazily, and they rushed up and drooled with scarlet eyes.
If they were not hungry, they would not come out to hunt.
In this case, after they saw the corpse of Shaman, they immediately thought of frying it and eating it separately!