The bloodhoofers, with the help of the dwarves and with a vision of a better future, have taken root in the land under their feet and are in full swing to build their own new home.

Countless trees around were cut down, and logs tens of meters long were deeply inserted into the ground.

There was originally nothing in the open space, under the command of Allen, one day at a time.

"Chief, chief, it's not good." A clansman ran over and shouted to Allen, who was studying how to get a model house, "Those violent bears, there's something wrong again." ”

Alan sighed helplessly and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"They demolished all the animal pens we just built yesterday, and gave the "Iron Mountain" a beating, and now the "Iron Mountain" is lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. ”

Iron Mountain is one of the few remaining guardian beasts in the tribe, an elderly giant gray lion.

Lying in the beast pen all the year round, he basically didn't want to take it with him in battle, thinking that it was too slow to reflect and dragging its feet, except for the first time Alan robbed the human merchant group and used it as a façade, it never came in handy.

Usually Allen uses it to practice his strength, and when he is free, he activates the battle ring under his feet and pushes it out for a few kilometers, and then pushes it back to the camp.

After seven or eight kilometers of going back and forth, the "Iron Mountain" was as if it was dead, and it didn't move at all.

Once "Iron Mountain" was pushed out of the camp after falling asleep by himself, just pushed it out of the camp three kilometers away from Allen, was called back by the tribal warriors to do something else, "Iron Mountain" himself did not know to walk back to the camp, just outside the camp on the big wilderness slept for a night, the next day Alan remembered this, this is to push it back, at that time it was still the cold winter moon just passed, the great wilderness is not as good as the beast pen, the wind is blowing, basically there is no place to hide from the flying sand and rocks.

As a giant fierce beast, Alan felt that "Iron Mountain" was really embarrassing to the giant gray lion of the same clan, he saw such a lazy beast for the first time, usually in addition to eating and sleeping, lying in the beast pen all year round, if no one called it, it is estimated that it can sleep for a month without moving the nest.

"Okay, I see, you leave them alone, these wild bears are tired of playing for two days, and they will go back to the depths of the forest on their own." Alan comforted him, and after sending the tribal warrior away, he pinched his teeth with a headache and began to busy himself again.

The leader of the Wasteland Storm Bear had recovered a few days ago, and after healing, the leader of the Storm Bear sniffed his nose and rushed into the place where the supplies were placed, and ate a lot of food, and directly reimbursed a cart of dried meat, and after eating and drinking, he took his little brothers back to the fierce beast forest.

Alan had long been accustomed to it, and he didn't expect the bears to express their gratitude or anything, and besides, people couldn't speak, and he couldn't understand the beast language.

Originally, I thought that they would be the same as before, they returned to the forest, bullied and bullied other fierce beasts, had nothing to do with a fight to claim the king or something, and I don't know what year or month it will be when I meet again.

Who knew that that night, the violent bears, with neat steps and loud roars, came back with three giant wolves of the wasteland.

At that time, the tribesmen were amazed to see these three fat and strong giant wolves of the wasteland.

Unlike the Dark Wolf, the Wasteland Waves are considered to be a species within the realm of ordinary beasts, but they are too strong, and they can be regarded as a hegemon in the forest when they live in groups.

Alan didn't know what the bears meant, but he saw the bears throw the trembling giant wolf to the ground, so he rushed to the campfire where the meat was still stewed.

Alan was not willing to kill the three giant wolves, and was ready to hand them over to old Zach and a few dwarves to see if they could be tamed and used as a shepherd dog in the housekeeper's yard.

The dwarves fell with blood mold, and there were still a few griffons in the pen that had not yet been completed, and they were calling day and night, and three more great wolves came.

They were blacksmiths, not animal tamers, and the griffons and wolves were a few heads taller than the dwarfs just as they sat there.

The next day, just after dawn, the bears ran back to the beast forest in groups.

Alan didn't care about it, and built a house and a camp on their own.

At the end of the day's work, and everyone had just eaten and was ready to sleep, the Wasteland Bears returned, and this time several Tyrant Bears, carrying the giant clawed tree, threw them to the ground and rushed into the camp as they had done last time.

Alan looked at it, acquaintance, didn't this make the leader of the storm bear almost strangle the tree lai, and didn't think much about it, and threw it to the dwarf again.

Basically, the half-crippled tree is supposed to have been beaten by the violent bears again, and the swelling on his neck hasn't gone down, and this time his claws are half broken.

Old Zack volunteered to get the tree back next to his house and build a pen for animals, and the gods of heaven mysteriously didn't know what to do.

At that time, it was already dark when the violent bears came, and the tribesmen in the camp had no food to eat, and when they saw the violent bears howling with hunger, the big guys couldn't bear it, and cooked a lot of dried meat for them.

The bears had obviously tasted the sweetness, and when they woke up on the third day, the forest was gone, and they began to wander around the camp, and they had to go up and shoot twice when they saw anything, and many of the houses that had just been built were collapsed.

Seeing that the violent bears who may have caused trouble, they stopped shooting houses and bullied the guardian beasts of other tribes, especially the "Iron Mountain", whose thunderous temperament and good body to resist beatings are exactly what the violent bears want.

Alan didn't know what these Bloodhoof people thought, watching the violent bears get into trouble every day, he was not angry, but as if he was honored and favored, he let the violent bears toss with joy.

Old Zach and the clansmen have no opinion, and Alan doesn't bother to care, but his mother's guys are too good to eat, and if this continues, the food will not last for a month.

After telling Lao Za about this worry, Old Zack almost didn't copy the guy with a look of disgust, and finally patted his chest and told him that anyone who is hungry can do it, but he can't starve this gang of violent bears, and if he doesn't have anything to eat in the future, he will sell Old Zack and him for food to feed the violent bears.

Alan looked at old Zach with a look like a bandit, and it is estimated that there are no good old ladies who are old enough to buy it.

Allen, who was choked enough by Old Zack's words, looked at the wasteland storm bear every day and worried, and finally thought that he could only take one step at a time, and build the camp first.

This time, the stone and wood house replaced the original tent, and everyone loved their new home, and they couldn't wait to move into the new house from the open space.

Alan is very envious, if this is put aside, let alone build a house by himself, just find a suburb, before the bricks are stacked, the demolition team will have to pull all the bricks away for you first, and then give you two tickets.

The houses were all built, the camp was fenced off, and the bears hurried out, for the tribe was running out of food.

Alan was speechless and looked up at the sky!