Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

There are four men in total.

The aborigine at the head took a big step, and quickly went to Barto's side, leaning over Barto's ear, as if saying something.

Because the distance was too far, I couldn't hear their conversation clearly, so I had to turn my eyes to the three aborigines behind him.

And the three aborigines dragged two prey.

I was going out from the woods, and it was so dark that I couldn't see too clearly with my eyesight.

But when the three men dragged their prey to the open space in the center of the tribe, with the light of the bonfire, I could see clearly what the prey they were dragging...

It's people!

The uniforms are tattered, but I can still easily tell that those two people are the two team members who parted ways with me not long ago.

Damn!

I slammed my fist on the tree trunk next to me. I couldn't figure out why the two of them, who were far away from the tribe, were caught?Could it be that he accidentally ran into an aborigine hunting in the jungle halfway?
After thinking about it several times, only this idea is more realistic.

But now, this is not the most important thing. What's more important is that I can't just stand on the branch and watch the two of them die, can I?
I narrowed my eyes and watched carefully.

The two team members were in such a state of embarrassment that they were no longer human, and the worst one was covered in blood, especially his head. He didn't know what he had gone through, and left a blood hole, which was covered with sticky plasma. His hair was condensed together and turned black and purple.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that both of them are still alive.

At least not dead.

This made me a little relieved, but just as the two team members were being dragged to the campfire, the singing and dancing of the aborigines stopped, and the children walked towards the two team members playing around. , a little mischievous, picked up the stones on the ground, and threw them on the two team members again and again.

And those two team members had long since lost the ability to resist, so they could only bear the severe pain silently, struggling a few times in vain at most.

As for the rest of the men and women, they all focused their attention on their patriarch, Barto.

I watched quietly.

It's not that I don't want to make a move, but that the difference in the number of people between the two sides is too large. I only have one person, and the natives, even if they are only adult males, have more than 20 people.

Even if I rush up immediately now.

It was also impossible to rescue those two team members in the first place. The best result, I am afraid, is that I kill a few aborigines to avenge the two of them.

If the situation is slightly worse.

Then I will probably suffer. After all, the aborigines on the island are not as good as ordinary people in modern society. A person can be good at dealing with emergencies.

Two fists are no match for four hands, and random punches can kill the master.

Even though many times I rely on my own, almost perverted self-healing ability to do whatever I want, but right now, I don't want to rush in like a reckless man, or act recklessly like a fool.

Suddenly, Barto, who was standing among the crowd, raised his hands.

I don't know what he said, but those former names who were paying attention to him suddenly cheered, dancing one by one like a festival.

And the four men who brought the two team members just now ran into one of the thatched huts quickly, and each of them came out with two masonry jars in their arms. The strong smell of strong alcohol immediately wafted out.

I know that this is a traditional craft of the aborigines on the island.

They used a strange vine-like plant, added some animal bones, and made spirits after being placed and fermented.

Although the taste is mediocre to me, I have to admit that it has a strong aftertaste and is very easy to drink.

"It's difficult..."

I sighed silently. I originally planned to act quietly after the dead of night, but now it seems that those aborigines are obviously going to have a carnival, and they probably will stay up until very late...

Right now, the only thing I can do is wait.

After all, I am alone, and what I can do is really limited...

I just squatted on the tree silently, watching the aborigines quietly, and stripped one of the team members naked. Several women surrounded him, poured spirits on him with their hands, and covered him with blood. After washing all the bloodstains up and down, some strange symbols were drawn on his body with some unknown paint.

Then, all the women who had just washed the team member's body fell to the ground.

And the tribe's patriarch, Barto, was like a king, holding a sharp stone ax under adoring eyes, slowly walked up to the team member who had been stripped and washed, and looked down at him.

Barto's face, illuminated by the dancing flames, looked extremely cruel.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart.

Probably, I have already expected what will happen next, but now I have no way to stop it, there is nothing I can do.

Helplessly, I watched the strong Barto raise the stone ax in his hand.

The powerful arms suddenly swung the stone ax down.

The corpses of the poor team members over there were separated in an instant, and their heads rolled like a ball for a long distance. Then, they were held by a woman in both hands, and brought back, and placed on a big rock by the campfire, like a trophy. To be watched by all.

Then, there was the dismemberment scene that even I found disgusting.

Miserable.

People eat people.

No, in the eyes of those aborigines, we will not even be regarded as human beings at all, and they will not feel that we are their own kind at all. In their concept, we invaders and the ferocious beasts on the island have nothing to do with us. What a difference.

We are nothing but their prey.

There seems to be nothing wrong with eating the prey I caught, but as a bystander, it is really difficult for me to continue watching.

But I had to watch it.

The other team member, who was still sane, had long been terrified by the bloody, cruel and primitive scene in front of him.

His face was pale.

There was no trace of blood, and his lips were trembling, but he couldn't even yell for help.

Suddenly, as if he had been electrocuted, he stood up abruptly, but before he could turn around and run a few steps, a tall aboriginal man picked up a thick and sturdy wooden stick in his hand , rushed forward and broke one of his legs suddenly.

"what--"