Little George's words are true, the wolf-tooth tribe really deserves to be the most in the great wilderness... Poor tribes.

When the three of them walked to the gate of the tribal camp, Chu Ci and Yan Entropy glanced at each other, thinking that Little George had deceived their feelings.

On the south side of the Great Wasteland, the two rescued Little George, who said that the human nobles had broken the armistice, and that he would tell his father to send troops to attack the humans.

Now that I look at it, this is complete nonsense, and bragging B doesn't have such a, and there is no factual basis.

Because this tribe is so damn!

At this time, looking at the tribal camp not far away, little George was nervous and uneasy.

Chu Ci and Yan Entropy were looking at the patched tent with disappointment, their faces full of disappointment.

Yan Entropy proposed: "Why don't we go back and sneak into the human territory and find a way to find the van, don't count on these barbarians for the time being." ”

Yan Entropy was afraid that after entering, the poor inside would care what he wanted to eat.

It can be seen from the leopard in the tube, Yan Entropy has traveled south and north for so many years, and it is not unseen similar to this kind of tribal civilization, but it is the first time I have seen it like this.

The tent was full of patches, the wind leaked everywhere, the fence was not as high as his calf, the symbolism was greater than the actual effect, a flag with a fanged wolf's head fluttering in the wind, there were holes everywhere, the whole camp was like a post-war ruin, especially when the autumn wind blew, it gave people a desolate and desolate feeling.

"If you come, you will be safe, you will come, understand the situation, let's talk about it, poor and poor, maybe people are poorer and more ruthless. Chu Ci sighed, and he didn't know whether to comfort Yan Entropy or himself.

Just about to ask, Chu Ci suddenly noticed a red thing at the entrance of the tribal camp and asked, "That's... Pigs?"

"Oh, it's a pigmon. Little George explained, "Its meat must be delicious, and the meat that the people eat is this kind of pig-beast meat." ”

Speaking of this, little George subconsciously licked his lips.

Chu Ci noticed Little George's movements, frowned and asked, "It should be delicious, what do you mean by this, haven't you eaten it?"

"Eat... Eaten. ”

"Then why don't you know if it's delicious or not? ”

"Once, once I was hungry. Little George, who was blushing, pointed to the big tooth marks on the buttocks of the pigs in the distance and said, "When I was hungry, I rushed up and took a bite, and... ”

"And then what's wrong?"

"And because the Pigmon was so skinny, there was no meat on the buttocks, and it bit into the bones, and I didn't get any meat, and I don't know if it tasted good or not. ”

Chu Ci gave a thumbs up.

He felt that the reason why the clawed sloth didn't want to become a barbarian war beast was probably because he thought that the barbarians' IQ was inferior to them.

Yan Entropy laughed heartily: "Your father didn't beat you." ”

"Nope. Little George's voice became lower and lower: "He said that beating me is a waste of strength, and I don't have the strength to eat, so beating me is equivalent to wasting food." ”

Chu Ci wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, he felt that this was a very sad story, and it was not good to laugh.

Yan Entropy smiled back and forth, Chu Ci sighed again, looked at Yan Entropy and asked, "That Pigbeast is the pig of the earth, right?"

Yan Entropy was overjoyed: "That's a pig, it's just a little thinner." ”

"Damn, is that a 'little bit of weight'?" Chu Ci was speechless, this pig-beast looks exactly like a pig on the earth, but no

It's all thin and out of shape, lying there with skin and bones, no meat on his body, a big tooth mark on his buttocks, his eyes are green, and he is probably hungry.

can see the green light in the eyes of a pig, and Chu Ci can be regarded as a long insight.

Seeing Chu Ci and Yan Entropy's disappointed appearance, Little George's heart was very uncomfortable, and he also felt quite embarrassed.

The Great Chieftain tribe had long since cut off their supplies, and it was worse than killing them.

For the barbarians who can only fight and are not good at breeding and farming, no food is a dead end, unless they run to human territory to grab food.

For other tribes, offending the Great Chief and not recognizing the leadership of the Great Chieftain's tribe is basically a rebellion.

Under normal circumstances, the Great Chief could have conscripted other tribes to defeat him.

However, many barbarians believe that the reason why the Wolftooth tribe did not survive and suffered heavy losses was simply due to the failure of the Great Chief to send reinforcements.

Later, for unknown reasons, in order not to tear off this only fig leaf, the Great Chief has not taken strong measures against the wolftooth tribe, although he has always regarded it as a thorn in the eye.

After all, the Wolf Tooth Tribe now has only a population of more than 200 left, and it can't make much waves, whether it can survive the winter is two words, maybe the entire tribe will starve to death after this winter.

If it weren't for the fact that the Wolf Tooth tribe was too poor, if it weren't for the lack of population, or if it weren't for being given the title of "Black Tanned Tribe", it would have been annexed by the surrounding tribes long ago.

The three of them stood outside the tribe, each with their own thoughts.

Chu Ci has already decided, go in and take a look at it politely and be done, as for counting on people to help find the human nobles to ask for a van, this matter is basically that the widow has died and the child is gone, and there is no hope.

At this time, in the Wolftooth Tribe, Wolftooth George, that is, Little George's father and old George, was sitting in a tent with leaky winds, screaming and scolding irritably.

There are many reasons for being irritable, no food, no drink, no face, nothing to want, and the most important thing is that his stupid son is still lost.

To add insult to injury, winter is approaching, and warm clothing doesn't matter to adult tribal warriors, after all, the cold is nothing to the barbarians who are known for their strength.

The difficulty is that in these months there have been twelve newborns in the tribe, and there are no enough animal skins and clothes to protect them from the cold, and with tents that leak everywhere, whether these little ones who are waiting for milk can survive the winter is two words.

The thought of this made old George want to kill.

Durima can't eat anymore, and these tribal idiots are still hiding in tents every day to give birth, can they have something serious?

Originally, tribes such as the Wolftooth Tribe, which was on the outskirts of the wasteland, used to supply a large number of elite warriors ready to fight at any time, and the Great Chieftain tribe used to replenish every month.

In return, the tribe that receives the supply responds to the call for battle.

The Great Chieftain tribe has long been cut off from supplies, and the surrounding tribes have not sent aid in order not to offend the Great Chief, which makes it even more difficult for the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

The house road happened to rain overnight, seeing that winter was coming, the stupid son was lost, there was no news for a few days, and eighty percent of them died outside.

George, who was not happy to think about it, was even more irritable.

"You kobold Sunrise Great Chieftain, a pegg-like bastard, a cunning bastard more cunning than a human, a damn maggot. ”

The more the grumpy wolf tooth thought about it, the more angry he became, and broke in the tent

scolded loudly, and had improper contact with all the immediate female relatives of the big chief, with a detailed explanation of the posture.

George, who was scolding in the tent, was just about to drink saliva and brew, when he was interrupted by a barbarian boy who suddenly broke into the tent.

"Chief, Chief George Jr. is back. The young barbarian looked at the angry old George, with a look of good fun.

Earlier, Old George told him that if Little George came back, he must be notified immediately, so that Old George could break his stupid son's dog leg as soon as possible.

Now the Manchu tribe is just this entertainment program, waiting for little George to come back and watch the show.

"Where?" asked Old George, huffing.

"At the camp gate. ”

"Let's go!"

Chu Ci and Yan Entropy hugged their arms, and in front of them stood little George, feeling the warm welcome of the people of the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

"Little George, you weren't caught up in the eagle while you were sleeping, haha. ”

"No, he must have gotten up in the middle of the night to pee and get lost. ”

"Who is this next to Little George, is it the legendary dwarf clan? ”

"Look, look, this kid is going to cry again. ”

Chu Ci"... ”

Chu Ci also didn't expect that little George, as the son of the chief, was so popular that he had no prestige at all.

"Little George, tell us about your dwarven friends. ”

"Look, what his dwarven friend's necklace is wearing, it's actually the front teeth of the grass rabbit. ”

"Yes, he is proud of having killed grass rabbits, and wears rabbits' front teeth as trophies, hahaha. ”

"Aren't the dwarves the most old-fashioned race, I didn't expect it to be so humorous. ”

Yan Entropy glanced at Chu Ci's neck, and then: "Hahahaha." ”

Chu Ci"... ”

It doesn't matter if others laugh, even Yan Entropy is there, and Chu Ci's face is white.

Unlike Little George, who was standing in place and at a loss, his face was full of indifferent words, staring at his fellow Georges with disdain, and thinking: "Lao Tzu is also a senior cadre, and what do you have to worry about with a group of medieval evil sand barbarians." ”

"You said that this group of people is so poor, and they are still so happy every day. ”

Yan Entropy shrugged his shoulders: "Poor and happy, the poorer you are, the happier you are." ”

"Yes. ”

A group of satisfied and mocked little George, and began to bury Chu Ci and Yan Entropy again.

Yan Entropy still had that happy expression, squeezed his fists: "Do you want to beat him, he looks so ugly, and his mouth is so cheap." ”

Chu Ci roughly counted, more than 20 barbarians, with big shoulders and round waists, more than two meters in their heads, and the muscles on their bodies were all trained and deformed.

Shaking his head, Chu Ci said: "It's better to have more than one thing, when the father comes out, say hello and let's leave." ”

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, as soon as Chu Ci's words fell, an angry roar came out of the camp.

"Where's the damn little George, get over here!"

This roar was like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The crowd parted, and a strong, unspoken barbarian walked out, like an upright blind bear.

Yan Entropy's complexion changed slightly, and he whispered: "There is a faint energy reaction!"

"Energy reaction?" Chu Ci was slightly stunned, and stretched out his hand to the gun on his waist.