The words of the old patriarch revealed the secret of the Mu family, Mu Ge never thought that the ancestor had such glory.

The essence blood of the fierce beast, since it can be boiled into a medicinal soup that can improve the body of the clansmen, Mu Ge hesitated, between the tiger girl and the clansmen, he didn't know how to choose.

After thinking about it again, he decided to give the beast to the old patriarch and boil medicinal soup.

If even the tribe is gone, even if she marries the tiger girl and comes back, I am afraid that it will also affect the tiger girl, if the tribe can really survive this catastrophe, she is thinking of another way to marry the tiger girl.

To boil medicinal soup, you also need to mix some other old medicines, the Far North Wasteland, medicinal materials, are more precious than gold, not to mention wild old medicines.

Fortunately, the tribal hunting party would pay attention every time they entered the mountain, and they could barely make it up.

The fierce beast weighed more than 400 catties, and the patriarch personally operated the knife, took its heart, essence and blood, and filled a clay pot.

Everything is ready, just wait for the people who have gone out to return.

"Patriarch, what is the totem of my Mu clan, why don't the clansmen know it?"

In the main tent, there are only two people, the patriarch and Mu Ge.

Knowing that the totem of the Mu clan was intact, he couldn't wait to ask the patriarch why the clansmen didn't know about the totem.

"Baby, the totem of my Mu clan used to be the most powerful totem in this wilderness, the ancestral training has said, the desolate god does not come out, the battle flag does not stand, but in the wild land, but there has never been a desolate god, and I don't know what it is. ”

The old patriarch handed over the animal skin to Mu Ge and said: "The pattern on this battle flag is the totem of my Mu clan, since you are already the next patriarch, these things should also be handed over to you for safekeeping." ”

"Hides are battle flags. ”

Mu Ge was puzzled in his heart, the animal skin, cold to the hand, as thin as silk, I don't know what kind of fierce beast or the skin of the wild beast, after unfolding, it was half a zhang high, more than one zhang long, and it was embroidered with a sword grass with golden animal tendons.

"Sword grass?"

Mu Ge asked the patriarch suspiciously, very puzzled in his heart.

Sword grass is the most common and common weed in the wilderness, named for its blade-like leaves, which can grow to more than half a man's height.

In the early spring, the cattle and sheep have been fresh and tender sword grass for food, and after autumn, when the sword grass is half a person high, it will be cut and dried, which can be eaten by cattle and sheep for a winter.

"That's right, it's the sword grass, this is my Mu clan totem. ”

The patriarch seemed to have expected such a reaction from Mu Ge.

When he took over as the patriarch, it was also so incredible, which was the same as Mu Ge's current expression.

I still remember that time, his previous patriarch told him.

"Sword grass, the most common weed in the wilderness, but also the most unusual.

Because no matter how big the obstacle lies ahead, it will always break through the ground.

Even if the sky burns, the next spring will still have a new vitality.

Even if the environment is harsh, it still grows tenaciously.

It gave birth to the whole wilderness, but it never asked for anything in return.

Everyone can trample on it, but they will still stand up again and proudly face the sun on the horizon.

It will never fall, this is the will of the sword grass, and it is also the will of the Mu clan. ”

Mu Ge never thought that the ordinary sword grass had such extraordinary qualities, it raised wild cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep raised wild people.

Looking at the sword grass on the battle flag, tough and upright, Mu Ge couldn't help but be in awe, respecting the unyielding quality of the sword grass and the outstanding wisdom of the ancestors.

"Hey, if I can figure out the inheritance of bone patterns, my Mu clan will not be as weak as I am now. ”

The old patriarch sighed, his words filled with deep regret and powerlessness.

"Bone lines, bone lines, what?"

There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, what the patriarch said is knowledge that Mu Ge has never been exposed to, for example, bone patterns.

Although he was afraid of hitting Mu Ge, he still told Mu Ge about the bone pattern.

Bone pattern is the inheritance of a clan's powerful power.

In ancient times, the beasts were the masters of the wild land, not only with great strength, hard bodies, but also incredible talents.

Born to call the wind and rain, spit flames, open mountains and crack rocks, each desolate beast has different abilities.

At that time, the wild human race was extremely weak, not only had to face floods and natural disasters, but also had to beware of wild beasts and wild beasts, and it was extremely difficult to survive.

But the Terrans have a remarkable intelligence that no other race possesses, and the best of them make a pact with the beasts to learn their abilities.

Bone patterns are patterns that are condensed and engraved on specific bones of the body by the source power of heaven and earth, and their cultivation method is called tattoo art.

Those who know how to use the source power to cultivate bone patterns are called source masters.

The Moha clan is powerful because their tribe is inhabited by a source master, who is rumored to be able to turn his hands into the claws of beasts, sharp and sharp, and can easily tear people apart.

Although this source master is not a member of the Moha clan, for some reason, he has settled in the Moha clan all the year round, and the surrounding tribes dare not provoke easily.

"Then does my Mu clan have bone patterns?" asked the patriarch curiously.

"Yes, but, hey..."Regarding the bone pattern, the patriarch seems to have something unspeakable.

Remember that when he fused with that arm bone, there were a large number of strange runes around his body, could it be that bone patterns?

Mu Ge recalled the battle with the horse thief that night, the scimitar slashed on his right arm, leaving only a faint trace of blood, after fusing the golden arm bone, not only did his strength increase a lot, but even his defense improved a lot.

Sword grass, even if there is a thousand catties of boulders on the top of its head, it will tenaciously push it open and break out of the ground.

Sword grass, even if it is trampled on by 10,000 people, it is still strong and straight.

"Could it be that the power of Mu Clan's bone pattern is a powerful force and a tenacious defense?" All this is just Mu Ge's conjecture.

He didn't know how to study his right arm, he didn't know how to use the symbols, and he wasn't even sure if it was bone or not, but he just guessed wildly based on his own changes.

Therefore, he didn't say it, so as not to make the patriarch happy.

"People are old, they are useless, they are tired after talking about the conversation, I want to rest for a while, you go and digest the things I told you first, remember to keep it secret, this ancestral wooden box, keep it well, don't lose it, go."

Obviously, the patriarch didn't want to say more, and he had already said a lot of secrets today, and he had issued an order to expel the guests.

Mu Ge didn't want to bother, got up and left the main tent.

The news that he is going to take over as the patriarch has not yet been announced, and he walks carefully with a wooden box to avoid being seen by the clansmen, and there are some things that it is still necessary to hide from the clansmen.

I've been thinking about bone lines and tattoos in my mind, and I can't stop it, the temptation is too great.

And instinctively felt that his right arm would definitely be able to unlock the secret of the bone pattern, and the fused golden arm bone had a lot to do with the inheritance of the Mu family.

It can be inferred from the feeling of flesh and blood coming from the small bone in the wooden box.

But all of this is also speculation, and I want to start researching, but I don't know where to start, and I don't have a clue at all.

Returning to the tent all the way, he didn't have the heart to exercise again, in the entire tribe, the only one who could match his strength was probably his warrior Abba, and the others were too weak.

As the days passed, the tribesmen also pressed the pain of losing friends and relatives to the bottom of their hearts, and the tribe had been without food for three days, and if it weren't for his fierce beast, the tribesmen would have starved a long time ago.

Everyone was looking forward to it, hoping that the hunting team that had entered the mountain would come back as soon as possible.

Mu Ge clearly felt that his body was changing every day, his strength was getting bigger and bigger, and the thousand-pound stone lock was as light as nothing in his hand.

The defense is also amazing, I couldn't sleep the night before, and I took a scimitar to my calf, leaving no scars.

I don't know if there will be any sequelae of such a change in the body, and I groped for the study of the fused arm bones, but there was no progress at all.

As night fell, a small group of figures finally appeared on the horizon, dragging huge beasts.

The tribesmen cheered, and Mu Ge was also happy in his heart, with prey and food, the tribe could continue to survive.

Before the afterglow of joy dissipated, Mu Ge saw that he was Abba Mufeng, with a feathered arrow in his chest, which was an iron weapon, and after a closer look, the entire hunting team, everyone was injured.

"Abba".

With an exclamation, he pulled out his feet and ran towards the hunting team, and it could be seen that they were all holding on to the clan land, and they were all exhausted and physically exhausted.

Some sharp-eyed clansmen also realized that the situation was wrong and ran forward with Mu Ge.

The original joy was replaced by worry in an instant, and the tribe really couldn't afford to lose any young and strong man.

Mu Feng was supported by someone to move forward, his steps were difficult, looking at Mu Ge who was running, a funny feeling rose in his heart, a few days ago, he also ran over like this to greet Mu Ge.

"Abba, why are you hurt, and why are you so badly injured?"

At a glance, the hunting party of less than twenty people, all scarred, saw the clansmen coming, and the men, who were physically and mentally exhausted, sat on the ground, panting like cattle.

"Little wood, it's okay, it's a small injury, I'm going back to the clan first. ”

Mu Feng said, struggling to take two steps forward, his feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Mu Ge quietly supported Abba and walked forward together, he knew that Abba could not fall in front of his people.

Mu Feng is the only warrior in the clan, the strongest combat force in the clan, and the belief of the Mu clan, so he can't fall.

The patriarch stood at the gate of the stockade to greet the warriors returning from the hunt, and in the patriarch's heart, all the people were the warriors of the tribe, and they did their best for the survival of the tribe.

"Abba, what the hell is going on, who attacked you?"

It is obvious that the wounds on all the bodies are man-made, there are almost no scars left by wild beasts, most of them are knife wounds and arrow holes.

"It's Moha, these beasts, who have crossed the border to our hunting area, and are frantically hunting and killing the beasts in our hunting area, if they are allowed to hunt like this, it won't be long before there will be no beasts for us to survive in the hunting area of the Mu clan."

Mu Feng's injuries were not light, and he said a few words intermittently.

Mu Ge was resentful in his heart, it was precisely because of the weakness of the Mu clan that the Mo Ha clan was so unscrupulous, and he hated the Mo Ha clan even more.