It seems that Lothar led Dante and the others all the way here, but we're not too far from the tribe now, so it shouldn't have taken him too long to get here.

At this moment, Dante and the native who came with him took the vines off Luo's body.

These rattan sticks are about the size of a thumb, and they are as strong as the hemp rope I make. They should be fine for binding things.

Next, I prepared to draw my machete to butcher the enormous prey for easier transport later.

To my surprise, Dante smiled and waved his hand at me, saying...

"Sir, just keep an eye on things. Leave the butchering to us. We should thank you for bringing such a large prey to the tribe."

I have no objection to this. They deal with these animals all year round. When they butchered those three cave bears, their techniques were already as good as those of professional butchers.

But I really want that crocodile skin. It's great for making armor; it's lighter than metal armor and offers excellent protection.

I smiled and nodded, then handed the Nepalese knife to Dante and said,

"Dante, skin that guy whole for me, I need him."

“Yes, sir. Dante will definitely skin that guy whole and give it to you.” Dante smiled, took the machete from my hand, and ran towards the direction of the Deinosuchus.

Before long, Dante and the others successfully peeled off a complete crocodile skin, and then they began to remove the crocodile's body, limbs, and large tail.

This tail is the best part of a crocodile's body; it's full of collagen and tastes delicious.

These good pieces of meat need to be transported back first, and the task of transportation naturally falls to Luo.

The giant hyena's weight is estimated to be around 400 kilograms, so it has no problem transporting food that weighs half its own weight.

Moreover, Luo runs much faster than us, and can make multiple round trips to transport the crocodile meat.

All we need to do is pack and bundle the meat. We have plenty of time now. As long as Luo makes six round trips, we can transport the rest of the meat back with him on one more trip.

When Dante and his companions cut open the crocodile's belly, the crocodile had swallowed the whole fish whole.

They discovered that the fish it ate were still perfectly fine, and it was edible as long as the surface mucus was washed off.

This made everyone very happy, since the deinosuchus ate the fish in such a short time that it didn't have time to digest it.

We actually got a good deal and got something for free again. It feels so good to get something for free.

The next task will require Luo to make several more trips. The leader is generous and leaves the crocodile's liver, lungs, and other internal organs as Luo's reward.

I have no problem with this, of course. As someone who helped us transport large quantities of meat, this reward is hardly much.

Luo was probably already familiar with this situation, and it no longer held back, lying directly on the ground where its internal organs had spilled out and starting to eat them voraciously.

Luo eats very quickly, and he eats the hard-to-reach intestines and offal first before starting to eat the liver, lungs, and other parts.

This time the prey was too big; Luo was already full after only eating the offal and part of the liver.

It knows what to do next, so it won't eat too much. The remaining parts can be eaten slowly after returning to the tribe.

Luo felt very satisfied. It had been a long time since it had eaten so heartily, and it even worked more happily than usual today.

The pieces of meat dismembered by the indigenous people are relatively large, making it easier to bind them with vines.

Their carrying poles for camel cargo are also very distinctive. They are basically tied together like symmetrical cargo boxes used by horses, one on each side.

At first, I thought everyone would only have Luo carry more than 200 kilograms of heavy loads, but I underestimated the indigenous people's confidence in Luo, or rather, I underestimated Luo's strength.

Looking at the crocodile meat piled high on Luo's body, which weighed at least 300 kilograms, it was clear that not a single bite of food was palatable.

In comparison, Top and Patgan's lives were much more comfortable. At least they didn't have to do hard labor like Low. They lived more like rural pets around me.

There are two reasons why we let Luo do this job. Not only will it save us a lot of time, but more importantly, Luo's size will deter any predators who might try to take advantage of the carnivorous creatures along the river.

If you want to snatch food from Luo's mouth, you have to ask its hydraulic clamp-like mouth for permission first.

The transportation along the way was entrusted to Lo and the native who later came with Dante. The tribe was not far away, and with Lo there, the chief was not worried about safety on the road.

Adding another person is just for extra insurance, so that we can deal with emergencies at any time, and someone can bring the message to the tribe immediately if a problem occurs.

It must be said that the leader's considerations are as insightful as ever. With such leadership, the threat to the rainforest can be minimized.

Since we would be waiting here for quite some time, the smell of blood had become even stronger.

To be on the safe side and avoid any unnecessary trouble, the leader had everyone gather some firewood and light a campfire. Under the glow of the campfire, everyone felt a little more at ease.

We sat there and used knives to cut some bloody pieces of crocodile meat. Over the crackling fire, we started grilling the pieces of meat like skewers.

Soon the crocodile meat sizzled and emitted white smoke, filling the air with a pungent aroma of burnt meat.

Barbecue, the oldest cooking technique, using the freshest ingredients without any seasoning, brings a happy and satisfied smile to the faces of these indigenous people.

They were no different from us, just like friends and family, munching on meat while chatting and laughing.

Looking at their simple smiles, I felt as if I had returned to the rural areas in the 1980s and 90s before the roads were built, when we walked on those flower-patterned streets and cobblestone paths, and witnessed the harmonious scenes between neighbors.

"Sir, everyone is very grateful to you. The leader asked me to give you this heart. Please accept it."

As he spoke, Dante placed a charred, still steaming heart into my hands.

I knew this was part of their tribe's traditional culture, so I didn't want to refuse too much and simply smiled and nodded in acceptance of everyone's kindness.

The meat was intentionally grilled with some blood still on it, so it has a slightly salty taste now. Eating the meat in its original state gives it a unique flavor.

This time, Top didn't refuse, so I cut off a piece of its heart for it. At first, Top frowned when it looked at the dark heart, but soon it started munching on it.