"This guy is the number one warrior of the goshawk tribe, hehe!"

The task of carrying Gesang on his back fell on Lei Ju's shoulders, but fortunately, he was tall and didn't feel heavy. Instead, it gives the illusion of relief, as if he is not carrying a person on his shoulder, but an empty pocket.

"He's the number one warrior?"

"A self-proclaimed guy from the frog tribe at the bottom of the well is estimated to be stronger than him in terms of combat skills, even rocks."

"That's right, the goshawk tribe is all soft eggs."

Aoki echoed, as if he had shown a contemptuous attitude towards the neighbors of such a barbarian tribe, the warriors of the tribe. Obviously, the two tribes did not have a pleasant relationship in the past.

For the first, Lytton has a more sensitive reaction than the savage. The first is honor, but also strength. But in the wilderness, the selection of the tallest among the short, first, is far less important than Lytton imagined.

Gesang's first, that is, his identity in his own tribe, out of the goshawk tribe, he is nothing.

Anyway, Lei Ju didn't take Gesang seriously at all. However, in Lytton's opinion, Gesang's physique is strong, his muscles are strong, and he looks like he is powerful. The strength should not be underestimated. Savages deal with nature and compete with wild beasts for living space, and there will be no shortage of combat skills. If it is a healthy Gesang, I am afraid that two or three ordinary people will not be able to do it. Young and in good health, Gesang is likely to live. If this guy had enough will to survive, miracles wouldn't have left him.

When we arrived at the tribal camp, it was already noon the next day.

The members of the entire Brute Bull tribe were busy, and they didn't even go out to gather food. This is unimaginable in normal times, but fortunately, the tribe has relatively abundant food reserves. In addition, the allocation of the witch manager has also achieved a certain effect, and the food of the tribe should be enough for the winter.

But war is coming.

No one has the heart to spend energy building a camp at this time, the Wild Bull tribe is like a pocket war machine, seemingly small, but once the bell of war rings, the entire tribe can be unusually united, running rapidly, bursting out of the staggering efficiency of war.

Each one has their own role to play and appears in the positions that the Witch Administrator thinks is most needed.

Daddy Ji is good at weaving, but in fact, he also has a unique understanding of the making of bows designed by Lytton. In particular, the use of animal glue and vegetable pine resin as adhesives has reached the extreme. The longbow making team led by him has completed the selection of materials and started the process of processing the preliminary materials.

The pottery team of the pottery girl also gave up the task of making pottery and began to make arrows for bows and arrows according to the patterns brought by the rocks.

Ceramic arrows are probably not as sharp as stones, and they are not as stable as metal. And in most cases, it can only be used once, which is a real consumable. It is not as common as metal that can be used repeatedly, and it is very common for the pottery arrow to shatter at the moment it flies out of the bow and hits its prey. But the clay arrowhead was the only one that the Bull tribe could produce on a large scale, and it was the only alternative that Lytton could think of the moment he smelled the clouds of war.

In the distance, Chief Wu ran out of the camp and greeted Litton and the others.

No one in the camp even showed concern for the return of the chief, and they were all caught up in intense work.

It has to be said that the Wild Bull tribe is a tribe born for war, and the only reason why this tribe is not famous is probably because the population cannot grow, so it has to choose to lurk.

"Chief, is the news from the rock real? Where are our enemies? ”

The witch chief showed the composure of a superior in front of the tribesmen, but when he faced Lytton, the worry in his eyes betrayed his heart.

Li Dun handed the long sword in his hand to Chief Wu: "This sword should not be the property of the surrounding tribes, it should be a weapon brought by outsiders." This craft is much more advanced than ours, and if the goal of these intruders is to rule the area, I think we're in danger. ”

Not only is it dangerous, it is simply a catastrophe.

The outcome of the contest between metal weapons and stone weapons was already doomed without Lyton even guessing.

Chief Wu's hand sank, took the long sword, and his face suddenly became a little more solemn, and the appearance of the metal weapon made him realize that the opponent this time was probably not simple.

"Where have they been?"

"I don't know, we found a survivor who might bring some useful news. But before that, you need to bring him back to life. As he spoke, Lytton shouted to Ray, who was walking at the back of the line, "Bring people here." ”

It was just a simple addition of water to the injured person, but in fact, this guy couldn't swallow at all, so he could only wet his lips.

Manager Wu felt a huge pressure, and his heart was also extremely nervous: "Wu God, healing is not what he is good at!" ”

Although Mr. Wu is not good at treating injuries, he has no choice but to go up hard. Anyway, if you change someone to treat it, it is estimated that the guy who finally left half his life behind will be summoned by the gods and go with the wind.

In the cave, the witch manager cleaned Gesang's wounds with a solemn expression, feeling the hot temperature of the other party's body, obviously the situation was not good.

"I need to collect some herbs."

After saying that, Chief Wu left in a hurry, and Litton hurriedly called Aoki to follow to help: "Remember that it is about to get dark, and your task is to let Wu Hao return to the tribe unharmed." Don't worry about the rest. ”

"Don't worry, chief, I'll bring the witch back."

At this time, Father Ji walked over with a sandalwood bow, and his old face seemed to recall the glory of the past. With a long sigh, he said: "Chief, the Barbarian Bull Tribe is not afraid of war, but now ......"

Lytton nodded, "I know I don't want to do that if I can avoid war." ”

Father Ji's cloudy eyes shot out a fine light, and the whole person seemed to be sharp: "But chief, you don't have to worry too much, the Barbarian Bull Tribe is not afraid of any opponent." War is not as terrible as it seems. ”

In fact, a large part of the reason for the weakening of the Barbarian Bull tribe is because of the war.

However, after Daddy Ji sighed lonely for a while, then his mood improved again, and he held the sandalwood bow in his hand and handed it to Litton and said, "Chief, this is simply a treasure, with your design of arrows, it can easily shoot arrows anywhere a hundred steps away, and it has enough lethality." ”

After the sandalwood bow was in his hands, Lytton felt the weight in his hand sink significantly.

This is also a weapon that Lytton has high hopes for, but unfortunately this sandalwood bow is not a weapon designed for war for Lytton. More often used in the hunting process.

Litton gently stroked the smooth and wood-grained bow, and continued to ask, "By the way, Daddy Ji, how are the other bows made?" ”

Father Ji frowned slightly: "Can't you have a little more time?" In just one month, we were able to make more than 10 bows, which were of comparable quality to this sandalwood bow, but in a few days, I am afraid that it would not be able to meet the requirements at all. The lifespan of a newly crafted bow will be greatly reduced. ”

"No matter what, the time must be fast." Litton gritted his teeth and said, as he spoke, he also turned his head to look at Gesang, he seemed to hear this guy move just now.

"Is there going to be a war?" Father Ji swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he was no stranger to war, but it was not suitable for the current Barbarian Bull tribe.

Lytton shook his head and said, "It's not clear, the only thing that can be sure now is that there is a strong opponent who has entered our area." Of course, they haven't discovered the Wild Bull tribe yet, or have no interest in the Wild Bull tribe at all. But the threat is near, and many times ......"

"We have no choice." Daddy Ji said the result for Lyton.

After that, Father Ji promised that he would let people go to the forest to find suitable materials for making a good bow, and he planned to prepare more war materials for the tribe.

After dinner, the witch steward returned to the garrison with a rattan basket on his back.

He walked to the place where Gesang was lying and dumped all the plants gathered in the rattan basket on the ground. With a few pulls in his hand, he picked up some plants and quickly stuffed them into his mouth. He frowned and began to chew, and when his mouth was full of grass, he spit the crushed herb in the palm of his hand, and then pasted it on Gesang's back.

"This is a fever-reducing herb, whether he can wake up or not depends on his creation."

Chief Wu glanced down at Gesang, whose face was flushed, but there was no sign of waking up. Then he returned to the corner where he was resting and began to pretend to sleep.

Hope is as slim as ever, although Li Dun hopes that Gesang can wake up, he needs to know what kind of attack the goshawk tribe has encountered, so that he, the tribal warrior, is seriously injured and left outside?

However, in the wilderness where there is a shortage of medical treatment, this is very difficult.

In the middle of the night, when there was some movement in the camp, Lytton propped himself up, and by the faint light of the fire, he seemed to hear a low, weak voice: "Water, water!" ”