Chapter 18

Primitive society is good at this point. The place is big and the population is small. If you grab it, it will be yours. It's just that he is only one person. If he wants to leave, he must be fully prepared, otherwise only the savage and savage along the way can gnaw him into scum. It is best to deceive a few people with relatively high force values ​​to follow him. Walk together.

Hunting, building a house, finding resources, occupying land, and protecting oneself all require manpower. If a person wants to live well in a primitive society, unless he is an immortal.

If he wants to find the right man, he must be able to walk on his own quickly.

For this, Yan Mo is not worried at all.

In just four days, his bones had closed; on the fifth day, his wounds had healed to the point of leaving only an irregular red mark.

He asked Kusamachi, people here heal very quickly with minor injuries. As long as major injuries don't die, the healing period for broken bones is usually half a month. This half month means that the bones are fully grown and they can run and jump at will. But serious injuries like Yan Mo's are usually amputated, and few survive.

After understanding this, Yan Mo's legs could obviously walk down the ground, but he still tied the wooden planks and asked Cao Ding to carry him back and forth for convenience.

Yan Mo doesn't think that a body that can recover quickly is a blessing given to him by God. He only thinks that it is because God doesn't want him to spend all his time on recuperating from illness. In short, the purpose is one - let him make a good transformation!

Xiaomo! The hunting party is back! Your master is back! ' Kusamachi's excited cry sounded outside the tent.

Yan Mo responded, took out three of the golden needles from the guide's reward list, and inserted them into the shòu leather wristband in his left hand. The reward list is too troublesome to retrieve, you have to call out the reward list page first, and you have to point your finger on the desired item, and then you can take out the desired item.

After several times of verification, I couldn't find a tricky method, which caused someone to feel extremely resentful. It's so troublesome to use. If I want to use a gold needle to save my life, how can I still have time?

Guides are unreliable, you can only rely on yourself. So Yan Mo made himself a wristband that could easily insert gold needles.

This shòu leather wristband was made by him in the past two days. Because there was no suitable sewing and sewing, he did not use needles. Instead, he used a stone awl to create a row of four eyes on the shòu leather, a total of 12 rows of small dòngs. Pass a leather rope made of shòu leather through these small eyes, and finally close the ends at both ends.

Hopefully this bracer won't get anyone's attention.

Yan Mo looked left and right, a little worried, it seemed too dazzling for a slave to wear such a wrist guard with dual functions of beauty and protection.

After thinking for a while, Yan Mo pulled out the three gold needles and inserted them into his straw rope belt for internal testing. If the bracer is on and no one is paying attention, it's not too late to plug it back in.

Cao Ding lifted the curtain and came in, her expression full of joy. When the hunting team came back, she said that the original eagle could get some fresh meat and fur, and she, as the slave of the original eagle, could naturally follow. Because there is not so much salt to marinate the meat, in the first two days after hunting, everyone will have enough food to eat, even including slaves, so every time the hunting team returns, it is a great event for the entire tribe.

The hunting team is about to enter the tribe. Today, everyone will go to the square. I will carry you with me. Your master will be very happy to see you! "

Yan Mo didn't want to meet his brat master, but he wanted to know how many people there were in this tribe, and what the age and gender distribution was, so he didn't refuse.

Kusachi ran towards the square with Yan Mo on his back.

Almost every tent ran out, and everyone had a smile on their face.

In the past few days, Yan Mo has heard so many voices and seen so many people for the first time. Children kept running past him yelling, and adults ignored them.

Some people greeted Soding, and some people wondered about Yan Mo on her back, but everyone was rushing to the square at this time, but no one chased Soding to ask what happened.

The crowd gathered in the square more and more. Yan Mo was carried by Kusoding to her master's side. Yuanshan and Cinnamon were also there. In addition to the immobile river, his two children also came.

Kusachi put down Yan Mo and let him stand on one leg against himself.

Yan Mo, Yuandiao and others bent over. The etiquette of slaves to the upper class was kneeling and bending over.

Probably in order not to attract attention, Yuandiao and others, including Cinnamon, ignored him.

Yan Mo noticed that behind Yuanshan stood a big boy between a teenager and a young man. The boy's appearance was a little different from that of the Yuanji tribe.

The people of the Yuanji tribe are all tall and big, with deep facial contours, dark eyeballs, and tanned skin. The boy was thin and soft, with pale skin and green eyes. At first glance, he looked like a person of two races.

It was Mosquito, the original Snake People, and Lord Dashan exchanged four honeydew melons. " Kusamachi said.

It turns out that last time I ate a quarter of the slaves, Yan Mo was silent.

Mosquito doesn't like to talk, and his temperament is a little gloomy, but he's a good person, you'll know it after you talk to his director. "

Yan Mo nodded to Mosquito. Mosquito also nodded to him.

There was a sudden commotion in front of the square, and a huge team could be seen approaching the tribe from a distance.

Someone ran back first and shouted frantically: Harvest! Harvest! Lots of prey! "

The crowd cheered.

Yan Mo's eyes swept across the crowd, frowning slightly.

More men, less women. adult

More people, less children. And the old people are surprisingly few. In fact, they are old people. Although these people have deep wrinkles on their faces, their bodies look healthy. Based on their appearance, it may be that the priest he saw last time was this tribe. The oldest person in there?

Such a population composition is absolutely unreasonable and unsuitable for development.

Here comes the chiefs, priests and elders! "Cao Ding pulled Yan Mo and let Yan Mo sit on the ground, and then she knelt down herself.

The crowd was divided like Moses divided the sea, the chiefs were in the front, the priests were in the middle, and the elders entered the square at the end.

All slaves kneel down.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yuandiao, Yuanshan, and Cinnamon happened to block Yan Mo who was sitting on the ground, and Caoding and Moshen were kneeling on either side of the boy.

After a few people from the chief passed by, Cao Ding and Mo Sheng helped Yan Mo to stand up again.

The chief and others stood at the front of the square, everyone stood behind them, and no one dared to pass them, including ignorant children.

The huge team in the distance gradually approached.

Because of the terrain, even though Yan Mo was standing behind, he could see the whole picture of the team.

...I'm fucked!

This is Yan Mo's first impression of this team.

He thought it would be a group of savages in leather skirts, carrying a pile of dead prey on their backs.

But what did he see now?

He actually saw an army!

Moreover, he is a heroic master who has undergone rigorous training and has a terrible discipline!

The entire army consisted of young and middle-aged men, all of them wearing leather skirts and holding wooden spears, they had no shoes, and most of their bodies were naked, but anyone who saw them would understand their The body is their most powerful weapon!

Sweat made their bronzed and even tanned skin glow like oil.

The solid and bulging muscles are condensed like stones, making people suspect that even Ye shòu's claws can't break them.

Many people have blood and injuries on their bodies, but no one stops or shows pain because of this. Those who are seriously injured have been unable to return. Those who can return can at least walk back to the tribe on their own two legs.

The steps taken by each warrior seemed to be the same size. The entire team of about a thousand people was divided into four square formations, guarding the prey carried or pulled by slaves in the middle.

If the slaves dared to slow down, the supervisor would immediately drive them away with the whip.

It has clearly reached the range of his own tribe, and it has already reached the most central residence, but these warriors who are formed in a phalanx are still not slack, and the team has not even gone out of shape.

Enemies may appear anytime, anywhere. Not only do they have to fight the wild shòu, but they also need to fight all the tribesmen along the way who covet their prey. Even when they get to the door, they can't relax, because there are hunters from the sky.

Yan Mo subconsciously covered his heart.

Shocked to shock!

It's not that he hasn't seen a more powerful army, but he never thought that such a primitive tribe has developed such a murderous weapon of war.

In fact, it is not scary for an army to have murderous aura and force, no matter how powerful a single soldier is, it is no more than a team.

But when an army has terrible discipline, then they already have the qualifications to make people fear, not to mention their individual force value can not be ignored!

His ancestors, Yan Mo muttered to himself, he still underestimated these primitive people.

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The hunting party stopped at the entrance to the tribe.

The formation changed, and the team in the front gave way.

The chief who stood at the front of the square waved his hand, and the tribal slaves and some warriors who had been prepared for a long time immediately ran into the gap quickly. The soldiers are responsible for supervision, and the slaves are responsible for carrying the dead and preliminarily salted meat into the grass hut on the side of the square.

Yan Mo found that the hut was next to the hut he stayed at last time, like a temporary new construction.

But why build a grass hut to handle and store the dead game and bacon?

Yan Mo looked up at the sky and looked at the condor-like birds that were flying all the way with the hunting team and could not hover at high altitudes. He wondered if this was the reason?

The chief raised his hand again, and this time another group of slaves ran into the gap in the ranks, drove out or caught the prey that was alive and uninjured, and drove them down a slope into a large pit under the square. After all the prey had entered, the slaves pushed a boulder next to the slope to block the only gap.

That big pit, because Yan Mo was caught last time, the angle of view was wrong, and he didn't see it.

There were still some prey left in the team, and most of these prey were seriously injured and looked more threatening.

Yan Mo guessed that the prey that was driven into the big pit might all eat grass, otherwise it would not be possible to put them together. The part of the prey left behind are carnivores. I don’t know how these prey will be handled? Locked up in the hut he was in last time?