13 [This is the ancient times]

"Let's go."

Twelve young men, divided into two teams, six people each. One team stayed in the village, the other went up the mountain to hunt, and the same was true for the five women, one team of three and one team of two. The children were all left behind, and their combat strength was sufficient, and they were not needed for the time being.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The tiger-skinned man clenched his javelin tightly and raised his hand to cheer, and the five strong men behind him did the same. In the past ten days, it was really suffocating them, and Han Ember did not notice, and when they learned to speak, they pointed to the mountain, almost drooling, and almost rushed up when they saw the occasional deer in the forest. He also didn't notice that the strong man who stayed in the village looked aggrieved like a husky.

In this era, people fought with wild beasts, belligerent and fierce.

Ember didn't know how they were feeling, but he knew the era and the habits and ways of human life at this time. But few people know what is too detailed, just like what the villagers think.

Ever since the battle between Ember and the Tiger-skinned Man, the villagers have been babbling along with Ember. Even though they didn't like it, they weren't used to it, and even though the embers disrupted their habits, they didn't disobey.

This is the ancient civilization, when Ember became the most powerful and capable of fighting, and won through their rituals, then the respect and recognition earned will last until the next person defeats him.

"Who's coming first?"

When the hunt began, the tiger-skinned man was familiar with the road. The movement of the deer herd in the nearby forest area is clear to the tiger skin. After all, they have been hunting here for so many years, and they are all veterans.

A few people hid dozens of meters away from the deer herd, and the embers quietly gestured.

After so many days of communication, the language has not yet been unified, but the communication is more fluent, and many of the gestures here are already known, and the general communication will not appear as at the beginning, greeting with the gesture of war.

"Hoo ......"

The tiger-skinned man took a deep breath and motioned for him to come.

The muscles of the tiger-skinned man's shoulders are tense, and the lines are like steel bars, which is very visually striking. He clenched his javelin, squatted with his legs apart, bent down slightly, twisted his body, and stretched his arms wide open and stretched back. Then, wringing angrily, using all the strength of his body, he threw the javelin out with a flick of his round arm.

Shout!

The sound of breaking through the air was a bit harsh, and javelins made of black and brown pointed stones of unknown material spun in the air like shuttles, piercing the neck of a deer and nailing an adult stag to the trunk of a tree.

Violence, plagiarism.

This is the ancient times.

The tiger-skinned man tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. It's like saying: Lao Tzu is also quite energetic!

Han Ember suddenly smiled, the people of this era are quite cute.

The deer began to flee in all directions.

The rest of the men blushed, their shoulders rounded, gritted their teeth with all their strength, and threw the javelin in their hands with all their might. In the ten days of wandering, it was already very uncomfortable to hold back all the strength. Now, with the considerable results of the hunting operation, their mentality is also very relaxed, and the stuffiness in their chests accumulated in the past few days has also disappeared with the flying javelins.

The javelins fell in a hurry like a rapid rain. But unexpectedly, this round of javelin volleys turned out to be just an empty sound, and the hit rate was staggeringly low. Of course, there are factors such as the deer fleeing and the target is difficult to aim, but most of them still have no hunting intentions, just simply wanton throwing off their strength.

In layman's terms, they are lazy.

In ancient times, people were so cute to be lazy.

Han Ember didn't speak, he felt out two hexagonal hardwoods quenched with the juice of [Divine Breath Grass], flicked his fingers, arm strength, wrist strength, and finger power gathered in one place, and the hexagonal hardwood as a hidden weapon was like a light and agile flying swallow swooping, bouncing straight up at the moment when it was about to land. The deer, who were already frightened, did not care about these two gadgets after dodging the javelins. So, the two male deer, who had been scratched, fell heavily after two jumps.

Compared with the battle at the entrance of the village, this hand [Feiyan Return] is undoubtedly more fulfilling. After all, it is a moving target, and it is more difficult to aim and hit a running deer than a villager standing on a stake.

Ember smiled indifferently, thinking to himself: It's just two stags, and it doesn't take much effort.

It is a pity that this approach is clearly not in line with the fighting trend of this era. To put it mildly, if the weight is light, this kind of high-forcing style of play can not be understood in ancient times.

In the eyes of several strong men, what is the difficulty of gently scratching a gap? This will obviously waste all their strength, in exchange for them, these two hidden weapons must be to pierce the stag, so that it will be more fulfilling. Hunting, it's a shame to keep all your strength. In ancient times, if the brain circuits were put into the thinking system of the embers, they would have been short-circuited until the head burned out.

These six strong men have the same curvature hanging from the corners of their mouths. Looking at the past, there is some mockery. They want to get their hands on Ember's weapons, but despise his methods.

The air was suddenly quiet again.

is still the same sentence, when he is far ahead of this era, if he wants to pretend to compare, it is difficult for the other party to understand.

"Drag it back."

Ember rolled his eyes, no longer bothering with the ancient strong man. Pick up the hidden weapon and reach out to make a gesture. The village is not used for communication, but simply passwords. After all, a complete language system is difficult to form without several generations of ancestors to organize and improve it. Communication can be done without hindrance through a preliminary password, and it only takes a long time for habits to be formed.

Six strong men will understand.

They stepped forward, drew their javelins, and tied the three stag with the vines they had prepared, and a long log passed through the vines, and two strong men carried them on both ends of the long log.

Three male deer, six strong men, just the right hand.

The villagers are full of energy, and they are scrambling to contribute. But they didn't dare to drag it away too rudely, after all, deerskin can also be made into warm clothing, and it is a sin to destroy deerskin.

Ember wanted to laugh.

The six strong men are powerful, throwing their arms but looking cautious, they want to work hard, but there are restrictions, I am afraid that it will be more uncomfortable. Well...... Let's hope that the joy of a successful hunt and the abundant loot can dilute this negative emotion.

If you think about it carefully, the ancient times were also very good, there was food and shelter, not afraid of wind and rain, and if you could stand on one side, you could be stable.

"However, the wider sky still needs to be seen."

People can't rest on their laurels, and so do planets.

Back in the small village, the atmosphere of victory and harvest is even stronger. A palm-sized piece of black-brown oval stone, one side of which was thinned and looked sharper, like a piece of iron, was held in the woman's hand and carefully began to peel the skin. This is probably the most accurate craftsmanship of this era, but it is still crude.

Times are so.

Everything is still just a prototype.

Ember was too far ahead of his time, and in his eyes, it was a mess of the place. But the state of these people is to live comfortably and peacefully, and their mentality is very good.

He can understand the mentality of the villagers.

It's not that it's not unenterprising, and it's not that it's self-defeating. It's that the direction of progress is too simple, they just want to survive, and to survive more easily and more securely. Therefore, they will want to get a secret weapon made of the fruit of [Soul Wood], because it has strong combat power and is extremely beneficial to survival. But they weren't interested in Ember's clothes, they just looked different, after all, they were all similar in body structure, and they weren't monsters.

This is the thinking of ancient times.

The clear sky is unconsciously occupied by the night, and the starry sky sprinkles a little starlight to reflect the mountains, making the night a little sultry.

A bonfire has been lit in the village, and the children have slaughtered the venison, put it on a fire rack, and baked it. Villagers know that cooked meat is stored longer than raw meat, so after the hunt is completed, they also take the opportunity to bake the meat and make it into jerky for easy storage.

Everything is back to the old rhythm of life.

There is no doubt that they prefer this life.

The things that the embers instilled were like waste products and useless until their thoughts were out of this era and they understood the true meaning.

Lying on an ancient tree next to him, looking at it, Han Ember gradually became emotional.

They hadn't seen swords fluttering, and they didn't know that some things were actually sharper and easier to use. They haven't seen the world-destroying thermal weapons and the Star Sea Ranger who pinch and explode the planet, and they don't know that there is a kind of power that is more powerful than they understand: quite powerful.

The villagers are living well and everything is fine.

Use their own way of life to live in the current era.

"Everything is going to change, and it's not just because of the game." Han Ember breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the boundless sea of stars, and sighed again: "The era of the Great Star Sea is the most brilliant era. ”