The people of the Wood Tribe had food, and they focused on it, and they didn't notice that their warriors had returned.

So much so, when Hutu was angry, they thought that God was going to kill them, so they threw away the compressed biscuits in their hands and fell to the ground trembling.

Hu Tu took a bite of the compressed biscuit, suddenly got up and threw a backhand punch, smashing the wooden leader who was rushing towards him more than ten meters away.

Burst! The Wood Leader spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air, and the blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Seeing the leader being smashed into the air, the warriors of the Wood Tribe stopped, looked at the enemy a few meters away, and did not dare to step forward.

"Who are you?!" Hutu said in a deep voice.

After a long silence, the little girl sitting next to Hutu replied, "...... They are the warriors of our tribe. ”

"Shut up!" The little girl's mother slapped the little girl again, pressed the little girl's head to the ground, and pleaded, "God, the child is not sensible, please don't kill her......

Warriors of the Wood Tribe? Hutu glanced at it, sat down again, pulled the little girl up, saw that the little girl's compressed biscuits had fallen to the ground, and took out a new pack of compressed biscuits from the box for her to continue eating.

"God? God? God ......" The warriors of the wood tribe heard the little girl's salutation, repeated it several times, and thought of the scene where the leader was smashed into the air, and also knelt down and prostrate on the ground.

"That's it! Get up, and keep eating, and you all come here, and one of you will get a packet of compressed biscuits, and the one over there, I'll take it over, and he won't die, so go and carry him back. Hutu commanded as he chewed on the compressed biscuits.

The people of the wood tribe sat up again, picked up the compressed biscuits on the ground, and ate them with mud in their mouths, and they were laughing...... Great, God didn't want to kill them, they could continue to eat the food God gave them...... They cried again.

A dozen warriors glanced at each other, walked over to the god and received a pack of compressed biscuits before going to carry the leader back...... Compared with the chieftain and the food, there is no comparison at all, as long as there is food to eat, the leader is fine when he dies!

"Ahem." In the process of being moved, the wooden leader vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, and he was placed next to Hutu, who gave him a pack of compressed biscuits, his eyes lit up, and he swallowed the blood in his mouth hard, took the compressed biscuit and bit it.

"Hmmm! Delicious! ”

"Eat slowly, do you have water, go get some water, eat this biscuit, drink water, it's full!" Hutu said.

The people of the wood tribe did not know what a biscuit was, but they could probably understand that a biscuit was the name of a piece of food above their hands, and when they heard the word full, the people of the wood tribe carefully took the compressed biscuits back to the collapsed house, moved the plank, opened the wooden barrel, and drank a few sips of water.

Hutu grabbed the little girl, who was about to walk back, and took out three bottles of mineral water from the storage space, one for himself, one for the little girl and her mother, and one for the wooden chief.

The little girl took a sip of mineral water, her eyes lit up, and she gurgled into her stomach.

As soon as Hutu tried to stop her, her mother snatched the mineral water and said, "Drink it slowly, this is the water that God has given us, and it cannot be wasted." ”

As she spoke, she also took a sip, and as soon as she took the water without other impurities, the cells in her whole body were active, and the little girl's mother tightened the cap of the bottle in Hutu's movements, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the god a few times.

If it weren't for God, she would never have been able to eat such food or drink such water, and now even if she died, she would be willing!

The wood leader is even more unbearable, he is a man, he is a warrior, he wants to protect the tribe, he exercises a lot, he eats a lot, he eats two compressed biscuits, and after drinking a bottle of mineral water, he lies on the ground and shows a happy smile.

The same is true of the people who returned to the collapsed wooden house, who ate compressed biscuits, drank water, held their big bellies, and smiled happily...... When was the last time they were full? I don't remember......

Outside the three mountains, Mu Wu got a report from the scouts at this time, and the people of the Stone Tribe retreated!

"They're not retreating, they're going back to increase their troops...... Visitors from outside the world, is it a blessing or a curse? Let's go back too! Mu Wu stood up tremblingly.

"Wu, the visitor seems to have landed in the direction of the camp......" An hour reminded.

Mu Wu paused, "I know, but I still have to go back and have a look." ”

……

In the Wood Tribe camp, Hutu handed the little girl the empty water bottle, which she stared at for a long time.

"This twists to open the cap, and vice versa, to screw the cap, and the bottle can hold water, but of course it can hold other things, whatever you want...... Hutu patiently explained.

For this bold little girl, he still has some compassion, but even if others do, his sympathy is not so overflowing.

"Can you tell me what this place is? And why did you build a house here? Hutu looked at the little girl's mother.

The little girl's mother sat on the ground with the little girl in her arms, glanced at her secretly, and replied, "This is the depths of the 100,000 mountains, and the people of the tribe have all taken refuge in the mountains to escape the war outside. ”

"The war outside? What's out there? Hutu asked.

"We came in from the border of Wei, and now I don't know if it is the border of Wei...... Maybe it became the Jin Kingdom, right? The little girl's mother replied uncertainly.

Wei? Jin? Hu Tu probably knows the situation outside, and it should be similar to that of ancient China.

"By the way, I don't know your names yet!"

Name? The little girl's mother thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "The cheap slave is called Chun Tao, the little girl Huahua, God, the cheap slave begs, don't tell them about our names......"

"Why?" Hutu has accepted what the people here call him, God...... Real cowhide!

"Because they all don't have names, if we let them know that we have names, we'll be kicked out......" Chun Tao panicked.

Is this the class division of the real world? It seems to be a bit serious, Chun Tao and Hua Hua are a little better than the others when they talk and talk, before entering the mountain, they should have seen some of the world......

"Wu! It's Wu back! A soldier standing guard shouted.

Hutu turned his head to see more than a dozen people coming down from the mountain, led by an old man.

"That's the witch of the wood tribe, and the others are warriors of the wood tribe......" Chun Tao said in a low voice.

Hutu nodded, stood up, and looked at the Wood Witch from afar...... The people of the wood tribe greeted the wood witch, and said the gods, compressed biscuits, and water, and came over with the wood witch.

"God!" The Wood Witch took the lead and knelt.

Hutu kind of liked the feeling of being bowed down to, this feeling of being in power, being believed, and I really didn't understand what it was like to be without experiencing it...... It's really going to be obsessive!

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