When Wang Chuan led the tiger exorcists north, the grass on the ground had already spread far to the north. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In the northeast direction of Osawa in front of the Wang River, the ice and snow have also melted, and the grass is beginning to emerge. Flying over Wang Chuan's head, the wild geese that had been hunted by the eaglet and the people of the River tribe reorganized their team again, forgot the pain on the road, flew here, landed in the shallow water and began to forage.

For the geese, damage is everywhere, so they will not remember that this Daze is also a hunter's paradise.

As soon as a wild goose fell into the water, a reed pole that was half exposed to the surface of the water quietly moved to its feet, and suddenly the water splashed, and a large hand grasped the wild goose's thin legs, and a muddy two-legged beast followed and stood up from the shallow water.

The wild goose screamed, and bent its long neck to peck at its two-legged beast. But the two-legged beast was obviously very experienced in dealing with this, and he stretched out his other hand, and quickly grabbed the wild goose's neck, and with a forceful blow, the wild goose fell so limply that its long neck hung down.

With the attack of this two-legged beast, this two-legged beast emerged everywhere in the shallow water where the wild geese had stopped. They caught them either with their hands, with large nets woven with rattan, or with long stone spears, and some with bows and arrows with bark.

The geese croaked and scattered in all directions, and only after half a day did they successfully gather in the sky and form a short team to fly into the distance.

The two-legged beasts, carrying geese of all kinds of dead ways, came out of the muddy water, and basically went ashore on the muddy water and gathered on a meadow.

The two-legged beast that was the first to strike casually threw the wild goose he had hunted on the ground and walked towards an old man sitting in the grass without going into the water.

It was an old man with gray hair and beard, and he was dressed in half of an animal's skin, and his exposed body was covered with strange scales, like a toad. In front of him lay a large animal skin bag, in which something slowly wriggled and squirmed.

The old man asked, "How's the harvest?" ”

Qianwa looked at the ringworm on the old man's body, as if he was looking at some treasure, and showed a little secret envy, and said: "If you return to the witch, the snow melts early, and everything seems to be fine." This year, regardless of fish and shrimp, there are more geese than in previous years. The children have gained a lot and should not be hungry tonight. No need to dig up cheap porous mud. ”

The old man said: "This is the blood food of our winter festival, which has moved the god of Yu, so that winter will leave us as soon as possible and give us a more prosperous life." ”

Qianwa raised his head in prayer and thanked them for their gods.

The old man said, "Let's prepare meat here for a few more days, and wait for the arrival of people from other tribes by the way." In a few days, it's time for our giant beetles to wake up, and the herd will arrive. When the time comes, we will not lack meat, and then call on hundreds of dragons with the big beetle, and go south with the momentum of thousands of people, and a new river tribe will not become the blood food of my god and the big snake? ”

Qianwa said: "This is a long way to go, can our big cockroach go that far?" ”

The old man said: "I have prepared ten unweaned babies as a guide, and I will feed one in a day, and if I don't reach the river tribe over there, I will plunder some more." It shouldn't be that hard. ”

"It's not difficult to rob children. I've heard that in the forests of the south, many tribes are colluding with the river tribes, and I'm afraid we won't have enough people to call for. ”

The old man said: "This time, in the name of the god of Yu, I want all the warriors of Mizusawa to come. Whoever does not come is an enemy of our gods. Winter is our blood food. ”

Qianwa took out a muddy and rusty machete from his waist and said, "I'm more afraid of them than the gods of the river tribe." I've tried this kind of iron tool of the River Tribe, and it is really much better than stone tools. Even the Jijin of the Xuanwu Department is not so useful. I think they haven't provoked us yet, so why should we go to the mountains and rivers to make enemies of him? ”

Qianwa considers the results of this trip. If the River Tribe really had a lot of such iron weapons, it would definitely be a bad battle. When the time comes, the tribe does not know how much blood will be shed and how many people will die. Their own status and the status of the tribe are supported by warriors who believe in the god of the gods. If there are too many casualties, these will no longer exist. Although they believe in the god of the dragon, they seldom see the manifestation of the god. When their warriors are dead, will the gods still care for them?

The old man scolded, "Fools, they didn't provoke us now. But do you think the tribes in this area are still there? Under the gods, where there is water, it is our territory, and you can have a relationship with us, and now that these people are gone, who should we go to? The tribe itself is related, and it will be blamed by the gods, and all the people born are stupid, don't you know? Moreover, those captives said that the river tribe claimed that the dragon was their ancestor, that the dragon could fly into the sky and dive into the abyss, and that where there was water was the place of the dragon, if their dragon passed to us, how would you let our god of the dragon deal with himself? Don't you want to betray the gods? ”

Qianwa was scolded and discouraged, and did not dare to answer. If he dared to betray the god of the dragon, he would immediately be cut down by the old man in front of him and the warriors around him into the blood food of the god of the dragon.

"This iron tool, they need five strong to change one, it can be seen that it is not easy to come, can everyone in the River tribe have it? In front of my god, can it still be invincible? The old man was so angry that he took the machete in Qianao's hand and smashed it on the stone next to him. The machete and the stone collided, and there was a clang, and a piece was broken. At the fracture, the fine rust inside is exposed.

Seeing the old man smashing the knife, a trace of heartache flashed on his face. But when he saw that the iron tool was broken, he showed a happy smile: "God bless, this iron tool is not very hard. The elder used the power of the gods to shatter it in an instant. ”

He was still thinking that the gods rarely appeared, and the gods would manifest their spirits. This made him secretly annoyed in his heart. But now that the god has appeared, of course there is no problem at all to deal with the River Tribe, what is he afraid of now? As for the fact that he wanted to manifest very little spirit just now, God Yu shouldn't know, right?

The old man looked down and saw that this was indeed the case, his anger couldn't help but disappear, and he secretly wondered if it was the upper body of the god just now, which made him infinitely powerful. He picked up the broken knife and tried to smash it a few more times, but Qianhe stopped him. Qianhe said: "Elder and slow. The River tribe has iron weapons, and I am afraid that people from other tribes will also know about it. When they come, they may be worried. Why don't we wait for them to come, and then let the god appear and smash the iron weapon to show them, so that they will naturally have no worries and can work harder to conquer the enemy. ”

The old man thought about it and thought it was a good method. As for whether he can let the god of Yu go on his body at that time, he can't ask the god of the god more devoutly. The two of them wrapped the muddy machete in a piece of animal skin, and waited a few days to be used as a performance object.

The matter was agreed, and Qianwa greeted him and asked people to bring the blood into the offering. I saw all kinds of fresh fish and shrimp and a smaller live wild goose placed in front of the old man. Someone put a piece of lotus root in the meat pile, and was grabbed by Qiankou and fell directly into the face of the donor.

"Porous mud sweet, sweet ......" the man was about to argue, and was kicked in the back.

"A lowly embryo that eats mud." Qianwa scolded.

The old man grabbed the live shrimp, tore open the meat and munched on it, not even looking at the porous mud or anything. He would never eat anything he didn't eat. If Wang Chuan was here, he would definitely tell him that he was suffering from ichthyosis, so it was better to eat more lotus root or something to break down the protein, which might alleviate some of it. Otherwise, it's disgusting.

Qianwa grabbed the wild goose, carefully untied the animal skin bag beside the old man with fish scales, and put the wild goose inside. There were a few sounds of poisonous snakes biting their prey, and the geese croaked a few times inside, and then there was no sound.