Chapter 149: Capturing Saltwater Crocodile

With a suitable place to stay, there was no need to use this bamboo as a material to build a shelter. Looking at the tall rock ledge, Bell’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“Alright, we need to create a ladder. This will save us a lot of energy. Moreover, it’s almost night, and we need to start a fire.

I need to gather wood, so I’ll just finish all of it together.”

After leaving the dangerous environment of the tropical rainforest, Bell moved much faster. It took him less than half an hour to set up the ladder.

At the same time, he started a fire to pass the night.

Because it had been raining the entire night, the rock ledge was still wet.

Bell used the terrain advantage and gathered the surrounding dried grass to put on the rock ledge to reduce the dampness.

Although the grass was a little wet, if he did not put something to block the cold from the rock ledge, it would take a toll on his mind the next day.

After doing all this, Bell walked down from the rock ledge and dusted himself off. He looked at the live broadcast and said, “Alright, everyone, now that our shelter and the fire issues are settled, the next problem is food.

There is one law of wilderness you should always keep in mind.

The energy consumed to capture the prey should not be greater than the energy the prey can provide you.

Before you prepare to hunt, you have to think of this, or you will be wasting your time and energy.

Alright, let’s see what prey is here. ”

Taking out his dagger, Bell entered the hunting state.

Looking around, Bell suddenly stopped. The camera in the live-stream turned to Bell’s target.

It was a mud pool about 50 meters away from Bell.

Because of the rain yesterday, there was a dried branch about three meters long lying in the mud.

However, the strange thing was that there were no trees around. The dried branch looked a little out of place.

Bell knew very well that this was definitely not a dead branch, but a saltwater crocodile that lived in the mud.

Bell gestured for the audience to keep quiet and pointed in that direction.

“Look over there. I’m guessing that some of the audience will think that it’s just a piece of dried wood, but in fact, I’m willing to bet that it’s a saltwater crocodile. They love to sunbathe in these mud pools.”

Seeing that Bell had set his sights on the crocodile, the live-stream exploded.

“F*ck, host, are you thinking of making this guy your dinner?”

“Alright, according to the law of wilderness that Bell mentioned earlier, this is a bloody profitable deal.”

“What’s the taste of saltwater crocodile meat?”

“Crunchy chicken taste.”

“F*ck, the host was indeed deceiving our emotions. He even said that it was dangerous to encounter such a big guy. In the blink of an eye, he became knowledgeable of the taste of its meat?”

Bell smiled and did not explain further.

At this moment, Bell’s attention was focused on the crocodile.

“From the exposed parts, we can deduce that this saltwater crocodile should be about three meters long.

In other words, it is not old. In the wild, the saltwater crocodile’s main attack method is biting.

Then, it is the death roll that everyone is familiar with.

The terrifying bite force and the crazy rotation will easily tear off the body part of the prey.

I have said it many times. This saltwater crocodile’s bite strength is very terrifying.

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But at the same time, they have a fatal weakness: they don’t have strong muscles to open their mouths.

If you are fast enough, as long as a normal adult man presses on the crocodile’s mouth, the crocodiles will not be able to open their mouths.

Without its main weapon, the crocodile will not be a threat.”

Bell slowly sneaked closer while explaining.

“We only have one chance. Let’s take advantage of this time when it has its guard relaxed, and win with a single strike.

We can succeed as long as we can hold its mouth, but if we fail, we have to retreat immediately. ”

Bell approached the crocodile.

When there were only twenty meters left, Bell stopped talking and gradually slowed down.

The saltwater crocodile in the swamp did not seem to notice Bell’s arrival. It was still lying lazily in the mud, closing its eyes and sunbathing leisurely.

In this Australian continent, saltwater crocodiles were top predators. No creature had ever dared to provoke them, let alone attack them.

Therefore, in this unique environment, they were very lazy and would not be on guard.

At this moment, Bell had already circled around five meters behind the saltwater crocodile.

Even Bell could not help but feel nervous.

Bell could feel his heart racing.

It was normal for a human body to be in a nervous state in this situation.

After all, hunting a saltwater crocodile, even if it was not an adult saltwater crocodile, was definitely very dangerous. If it was not handled properly, Bell might lose his life.

However, at this moment, the saltwater crocodile seemed to have discovered Bell.

Sensing that the crocodile was moving, Bell was shocked and quickly stopped.

Once this saltwater crocodile showed any signs of attacking, Bell would activate his skill without hesitation to escape from its attack range.

Fortunately, this saltwater crocodile only turned around lazily. It had already eaten and was not interested in Bell.

It shook its long tail and continued to lie in the mud, enjoying the afternoon sun.

Bell heaved a sigh of relief.

He licked his lips and adjusted his condition to its peak.

This saltwater crocodile was destined to pay a heavy price for underestimating its enemy.

The Wilderness Hunter skill was activated again.

Instantly, Bell felt his adrenaline spike, and his physical fitness changed, as if he had endless strength.

Of course, this was just an illusion gained from a sudden increase in strength.

And now, he had to use this short period of time to decide the victor with the saltwater crocodile.

Taking a deep breath, Bell focused on the saltwater crocodile’s head. He only had one chance. He could not make a mistake.

Suddenly, Bell moved, jumping forward like a cheetah.

Ignoring the mess in the mud, he pounced on the saltwater crocodile and sat on its head.

His two hands were like steel pincers, holding tightly onto the saltwater crocodile’s mouth.

Under the sudden stimulation from the outside world, the saltwater crocodile’s body began to struggle in the mud. The scene was abnormally chaotic.

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