The Baiyun tribe knows how to use stones containing salt to make seasonings for food, and under Luo Chuan's questioning, the female leader of Baiyun told Luo Chuan the address of this stone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt is located in the northeast of the Big Fish Tribe, and it is said that even the mountain springs that flow out contain a salty taste.

Luo Chuan wrote down the address, and then bought a pass, telling the other party that he could get out the salty taste in the stone and never have to gnaw on the stone again, of course, this method could not be demonstrated until Luo Chuan, the big fish tribe. Seeing Luo Chuan's confident look, Bai Yun looked incredulous. On the two praises of kindness and strength, another wisdom is added.

In short, Luo Chuan spent his mind on deceiving this wandering tribe. With clay pots, the elderly, pregnant women, and children of the tribe can drink fish soup and eat soft meat. You can also use the fat of the beast to boil oil and use it to fry the young shoots of plants. In other words, it won't be long before the old people in the tribe can recuperate their bodies, and then the battle of extermination after March can add a lot of certainty.

However, what Luo Chuan didn't know was that now the Big Fish Tribe was facing a huge crisis.

For the red-haired tribe, they don't need to hunt, they don't need to gather. All they will do is plunder, plunder all the tribes they can see. They are not afraid of these monkey-like guys at all, and the warriors of their tribe can easily wipe out seven or eight of them. And a ten-person squad can easily plunder a small tribe of less than 100 people and then leave.

The red-haired monsters are not without brains, on the contrary, the long-term plundering has made them figure out how to scout their opponents and how to judge whether they can attack. The 'wild monkey' tribe of less than 100 people, a team of 10 people directly stepped forward to plunder. If there are more than 100 people, they will choose to retreat, and the next time they come again, they will bring two or more ten-person squads.

This red-haired team did not choose to leave after observing the size of the Big Fish Tribe, because they had already discovered that there was only a group of old and weak people left in the entire tribe, and there was not even a single young man.

The red-haired squad roared loudly, and the huge soles of their running feet shook the ground.

In the midst of the screams, the women of the Big Fish tribe quickly discarded everything in their hands and ran to the top of the mountain with the children. War is not a woman's business, and protecting children until the tribal men do not return is their main task.

But the attack was so sudden that many of the women rushed into the tribe before they could react quickly. The huge stone stick in the red-haired monster's hand swept away, and a haystack was smashed into pieces, and the two tribal women inside were smashed into meat sauce.

Instead of running away with the women and children, the old men of the tribe picked up stone axes. At this moment, it was as if they had returned to the days when they could hunt down wild beasts on their own. We used to be strong warriors, now they are 'old' but they have not lost their courage, they have to buy time for the children and women of the tribe.

"Ulala!" Under the sad eyes of the women of the tribe, they charged forward against the enemy. In the eyes of the red-haired monsters, these "wild monkeys" with weapons that can only tickle are simply vulnerable.

Anyone who dared to resist them would be smashed to pieces with a stone stick in their hand. They abandoned the fleeing women of the tribe and rushed straight forward to this ridiculous charge.

A red-haired monster swept the stone stick hard, and the two old men who charged forward, spitting blood from their mouths, flew directly out of the distance, and smashed the tribe's haystack over.

Another red-haired monster raised the stone stick high and smashed it down, only to see the blood splattered so high. He licked the blood stains that had splattered his fangs with his tongue and rushed towards the other old man.

The massacre, a complete one-sided massacre. The whole process took less than 100 breaths, and the blood stained the tribe's haystacks, the tribe's stone platforms, and the tribe's land. More than a dozen old men had been killed in battle, and many could not even find their bodies.

They brought a glimmer of life to the women and children of the tribe. But it was still not enough, the thick and powerful thighs of the red-haired monster, in a tribe without the woods to stop it, it was too easy to catch up with the women with children.

"Whoosh!" A few finger-thick 'spears' roared and pierced into one of the hapless ghosts. The red-haired man roared in pain, and quickly pulled out several "thin spears" on his chest. Leaves three bloody holes in the chest! He was furious, and no one could make them bleed except the roar of the golden retrievers in the forest. They are the overlords of the jungle!

It was none other than the four warriors who had remained in the tribe because of their last injuries that had not healed. They also have their own bows, and they had fantasized last night that when they were healed, they would use the weapons that the leader had taught them to make, and go with the leader to destroy the red-haired monsters and avenge the dead people. However, before they could heal from their injuries, the red-haired monsters had already appeared in the village, and they took up their weapons.

The four did not stand together, but in pairs, scattered. There are no women in their direction, no children. 'Whoosh' fired two more arrows, and this time the red-haired monster hurriedly raised a huge stone stick to flick the arrows away. Holding the stone stick in front of him, he split into two teams and rushed straight towards the four of them.

The four of them shot sharp arrows as they retreated. The arrows made of stone were so powerful that the red-haired men blocked the vital points with stone sticks, and the rest of the parts were shot without affecting their combat power at all. And because of the pain, these red-haired monsters are even more ferocious.

Soon the injured four people were chased by the red-haired man, and the red-haired monster raised the stone stick and smashed it all indiscriminately, the crooked weapons used by these guys were really hateful. Soon the four young warriors turned into a puddle of flesh. The red-haired men did not relent, until the flesh and blood of the warriors mixed with the dirt, and a small pit had formed in the place where they went.

And the women and children of the tribe finally ran to the top of the mountain, not because the top of the mountain was safe, but because they generally took the plundering route, and they would leave as long as they got the food of the other tribe. Killing people is just a passing for them, and it is clear that the Big Fish tribe has experienced too much of this. "Chief, come back soon!" That's what everyone in the tribe is saying.

Luo Chuan took the Baiyun tribe and walked to the river, went up the river, and then crossed two mountains to return to the tribe. The men were proud, "This is what the chief received with us today!" The Baiyun tribe was hopeful, "Maybe it can really become our new home." Luo Chuan drooled with excitement, "You can drink fish soup today." ”

The big fish tribe, the red-haired monster finished venting, and one of the red-haired monsters became interested in this curved weapon, stretched out his thick palm, and touched the longbow left by the warrior. "Whoosh!" The sharp arrow pierced the sky, and this arrow was very different from the previous one, it was faster, more delicate, and with a violent sound of breaking through the air.

"Flutter!" The arrow struck the red-haired monster in the throat, then broke through the skin and burrowed into the trachea, before falling on its back. His face turned from blue to purple, he touched his throat in pain, and his chest was like a puffy ball.

In the few remaining shocked eyes, a figure was seen, with a long bow in his hand and a sharp arrow in his body, standing with his chest upright like a god.

The death of their companions did not frighten these red-haired monsters, and there were only wild monkeys in front of them that had been sneaking up. Arrows are a weapon, and it's hard not to make their simple minds underestimate its power.

Behind this sneaking monkey is a cave, and there is nothing good in the cave!