Gesang's life was extremely simple, and it wasn't until five days ago that he began to meet his soul master.

The first soul mentor to teach him was the Fire Devil, and this group of outsiders used the blood lesson to teach him not to take strangers' things.

The second is Lytton, a strange neighbor who seems to be a cunning fox, and never promises even the slightest bit when nothing good is good.

Standing behind Lyton, tears rolling in his eyes, Gesang was in a hurry! He was saved, but what about his people? Is it life or death?

With his own strength, he couldn't save his people at all.

Even if the clansmen are saved, for Gesang, the goshawk tribe is already in name only, the warriors are the objects of slaughter, and the means adopted by the fire demons against the resistance of the goshawk tribe is to kill, killing all the possibilities that may pose a threat to them. Without warriors, the goshawk tribe, with only children and women, would be completely vassalized.

But even so, Gesang had to save his own tribe's people.

It's about dignity, and it's about mission.

Lytton is still training his archery, and the effect is very good, and he even sighed a little, could it be that he has a talent for archery and has been buried in modern society? So much so that it was only developed by him in the age of the wilderness?

But even with a bow and arrow, Litton still felt a lot of pressure. The world is simply against him everywhere, and finally he made inventions, so that the Manniu tribe had self-sufficiency, and completely embarked on the small achievement of food and clothing, but because of the intervention of a group of outsiders, it was completely reduced to chicken ribs. He is like a young man who invented matches in a closed mountain village, fantasizing about bringing convenient fire to the world...... When he left the village, he found that people had been lighting cigarettes with lighters for many years......

Middle.

Middle.

Middle.

Twenty meters.

Thirty meters.

Fifty meters.

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The distance got farther and farther away, and finally Litton found his limit, and the distance of sixty meters, the bow and arrow were very high in the command. This is due to the coordination of his body, his absolute control of power, and his super perception of his surroundings. The only regret is that the bow has reached its limit.

It is conceivable that if a few warriors of the Manniu tribe are proficient in the use of bows and arrows, their combat effectiveness will be qualitatively improved.

Shooting all the bows and arrows in one go, Litton shook his slightly swollen arm, glanced back, and pretended to be surprised and said, "Gesang, you didn't leave?" ”

As a warrior, well, no one in the Bull tribe regards him as a warrior, and even calls him the contemptuous word 'soft egg' behind his back. But Gesang still has his own dignity, and after being ridiculed by Lidun, he really wants to leave, the Manniu tribe doesn't help, and the Yantu tribe ...... And if he doesn't believe it, no one will lend a helping hand? Well, I'm afraid the Yantu tribe won't be able to help them much.

Those guys who can only make pottery are businessmen in their bones, and they are also black-hearted businessmen, and they are not allowed to do discounted trading in their bones.

And to save people, you have to face a strong opponent to save people, which is not only a discounted business, but also a transaction to death.

Gesang had a bitter face, as if he was a big angry bag, and in the face of Lydon, he really had no way at all: "Leader of Lyton, the goshawk tribe may also descend to the barbarian tribe yesterday, and the brutal fire demon will not let go of the opportunity to hunt slaves." ”

"You're so right, Gesang Warrior."

Lytton's words were like daggers, stabbed in Gesang's heart, warrior, is he still counted?

However, Gesang also has a side to be proud of, he killed a fire demon and snatched the opponent's weapon to escape the camp. In this sense, he did not disgrace his title of warrior.

"The enemy is very strong, it is not rational to fight hard, the Brute Bull tribe is very weak, we only have seven warriors, but we have dozens of mouths to be fed. We cannot afford to expend our limited forces in a war that is doomed to failure. So, my people have started to look for a safe migration route......"

Gesang Meng, he couldn't have imagined that during yesterday's dinner, the warriors of the Manniu tribe were still howling excitedly, war, war, war!

Unexpectedly, after a good night's sleep, these bastards were ready to run away.

Is there still a minimum of trust between people?

Gesang really wanted to ask Li Dun such a question, couldn't what he saw and heard last night just a show by the Barbarian Bull Tribe, right?

"But ......"

"There are losses in war, and every warrior of the Wild Bull tribe is very precious, and there are so many fire demons. You should understand that a battle with a huge disparity in numbers will end up being unbearable for the Bull Tribe. ”

"But why can't we rescue the captured people of the Goshawk Tribe?" Gesang was anxious, he was anxious to convince Lydon and let the other party know that there were not many fire demons escorting prisoners: "You know, fire demons will not use too many soldiers to escort prisoners, and their large army will definitely not be with prisoners. In fact, the Fire Demon would only send a maximum of twenty people to escort the captives. ”

"Twenty is not a lot." Li Don said helplessly: "If their large army is nearby, even if the Barbarian Bull tribe pays the price to rescue the captives, but is finally arrived by the large army of the Fire Demon, what do you think will be the result?" ”

"They're not going to come back."

Gesang affirmed, he was sure of that.

Lytton's eyes lit slightly, and his eyes were like a sharp sword out of the sheath: "I can't let my warriors make fearless sacrifices. I hope you understand that. ”

Gesang tried to convince Lytton with his wealth: "I can pay you wealth." Our tribe has gold, and as long as you go to the city, the gold can be exchanged for any material. The Goshawk Tribe has a hidden gold mine, and if you rescue my people, I can tell you where the gold mine is. ”

"If you have money, you have to spend it." Lytton didn't give any face. However, he was secretly scolding in his heart, how could these rich people even have gold, but the barbarian cattle tribe was poor.

"What the hell do you want?"

Gesang saw that Lidton's oil and salt did not enter, and his heart was also on fire. His tribe was in great trouble, but the leader of the Bull tribe, who was a neighbor, did not save him. At this moment, Gesang was unusually angry, could it be that for the sake of the past, couldn't he lend a helping hand?

Litton pondered for a moment and said, "I want to know about the megalithic ruins." ”

"Ruins?" Gesang was shocked, and then exclaimed, "How do you know about the megalithic ruins, this is impossible!" You're a bunch of outsiders, and you shouldn't know anything about the ruins. ”

"If you didn't have the habit of sleeping and talking in your sleep, I really wouldn't know." Lytton sneered.

"No, absolutely not."

Gesang struggled, in fact, the catastrophe suffered by the goshawk tribe was largely due to the megalithic ruins. The goshawk tribe guarded the secret of the megalithic ruins, but they didn't expect to bring bad luck to the tribe in the end.

Lytton persuaded on the side: "Guarding such a secret, but suffering bad luck. If there were no secrets, the goshawk tribe might still be able to continue, so why bother? ”

Gesang muttered, "Yes! Why bother? ”