Looking at the giant antelope, three meters high and five meters long, frantically attacking a few third-level Soot Skin Demon Fiends in front of it, Babulu gently licked the corner of his mouth.
Fresh blood and flesh...
On this African land, in Babulu's small tribe, the materials from a third-level greater kudu are enough to exchange for many things!
Oil? Salt? Guns and ammunition? Magic crystals? Maybe even a fresh young girl!
Thinking of this, Babulu even felt his heartbeat surge and quickly suppressed his excitement, unable to help praising his good fortune today.
Just left home not long ago and already encountered an early-stage level 3 mutant beast. More perfectly, this mutant beast happened to be in a fierce fight with several Soot Skin Demon Fiends.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
For professionists roaming the African continent, this is simply common sense.
