But now, when he heard that there were more than 8,000 cursed tigers, Sumo suddenly felt troubled.

If these tigers were as ferocious as those on Earth, thinking about more than 8,000 of them charging at the same time, even Somo, as the strongest human being in the wasteland, would have no intention of fighting with them.

If you encounter one, other than hiding, you can only run!

In a head-on battle, it would be absolutely difficult to resist without a hundred machine guns, hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition, and a suitable line of defense.

"Yes, as far as I know, the number of humans who died in their hands is only five thousand, which does not allow them to have such a huge number."

"What they rely on is ethnic warfare, what they rely on is...killing us!"

"Their power, their status, and their titles were all established by killing us, who are also from a different race!"

The heavy tone was matched with Connie's complicated expression.

Somo could understand that when she said this, she, a member of a foreign race, was not like the human race, who would feel proud, boost morale, and be full of hope when mentioning Somo.

When the cursed tiger was mentioned, Connie was very disgusted, the kind of disgust that could not be concealed in her eyes.

Sumo had no doubt that if the cursed tiger wasn't too strong, Connie would immediately pounce on it and bite it to death.

But at the same time, after being disgusted, Connie shook her head again, as if to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in her mind.

Prestige comes from killing.

In the animal world, this is even more true.

"All alien races must fear them, including the upcoming ocean hunting plan, which was planned by their five royal families."

"Ocean Hunting Plan...?"
Chapter completed!