The earth is actually a hapless child with many disasters. The towering mountains that stand in the stratum are like pimples that can't be eliminated, and the various craters and depressions are like sieves. The Mariana Trench is a scar that is not visible at least on the surface, but the Great Rift Valley is so obvious, and the San Angeles Fault Zone, which could be horribly damaged again by an eruption of underground energy, is at any time.

The host is familiar with the environment around the Rock Village. He knew there was a valley here, and the width between the cliffs on either side was more than a hundred meters. The plants that grow in the crevices of the rocks are interesting, first the vines creep out, and when the breeze arrives, they can no longer hold the seeds of the trees with wings like elms. These lucky little paratroopers successfully landed, and although the environment was harsh, there was no shortage of moisture. Over the course of a few years, it sprouted and formed a lush green on the inside of the cliff.

The mountains are densely wooded, and every year dead branches and leaves fall. The heavy part falls directly to the bottom, and the light part staggers and falls, lying limply on the vines and the same kind that grow tenaciously in the crevices of the rocks. In this way, the stacking area is getting larger and larger, and the distance between the two ends of the cliff is also decreasing. In winter, the fluttering snowflakes cover everything, and the valley that was originally visible to the naked eye shrinks sharply into a "hole", and when the weather gets colder and colder, people who have lived in the mountains and forests for a long time sleep soundly in the warm wooden huts, and when they wake up in the morning, they will find that the whole world is so strange to be transformed by ice and snow.

Even if humans are known as the most intelligent creatures on earth, the Giant Horn Deer cannot judge the death trap hidden in the snow beneath their feet.

The barbarians of this world are extremely ferocious, and Tianhao, who has obtained the first fusion point, has a deep understanding of the host's body. They are tall, with tight muscle fibers and extremely strong bones, and even in the heyday of civilization, it is extremely unlikely that they will be able to defeat their host in hand-to-hand combat.

Of the three brothers Tianfeng, Tianmad, and Tianhao, the host is the weakest one. A "ten-person head" as strong as Tianfeng, not to mention a terrible storm-maned bear, even in the face of a giant horned buck in estrus, it is also unpredictable to live and die.

A huge herd of deer in the tens of thousands amounted to a kingdom in this era. Although the villagers of Panshi Village can make weapons and have extremely skilled forging skills, their numbers are so small that compared to the deer herd, the difference is like mountains and sand.

Without the use of stratagem, without the use of the environment, humans simply cannot fight against wild beasts.

Above the valley is a thin layer of snow shells. In the cold of winter, when one or two people walk on it, the branches and snow can barely carry it, but as soon as the weight exceeds the limit, the snow layer immediately collapses, revealing everything that is covered by whiteness.

Thousands of Bighorn deer fill the valley. The drop of hundreds of meters makes it a natural hunting ground. These huge animals lay on the cold rocks, but in fact, not many fell to their deaths, and the real fatal thing was the huge and hard antlers on the top of the heads of the same kind that had fallen before. The latecomers who blindly followed and were pushed and fell could not avoid it, and could only watch themselves being pierced alive and bleeding all over the ground.

Dozens of rattan ropes were firmly tied to the tall black needle pines near the outer side of the cliff, and the hunters, whose waists were wrapped around the ropes, slowly descended the edge of the valley in the most primitive way. Tian Hao approached a giant horned deer lying on its side, the poor animal's abdomen was pierced by the horns of the same kind that had fallen before, and the antlers in the shape of branches formed an obstacle after penetrating the flesh, causing it to break free, and could only watch as Tian Hao pulled out his saber and pierced his neck with a slightly jerky motion.

Fu Song walked over, took the knife in Tianhao's hand, patted him on the shoulder hard, and said with gratitude in his calm voice: "Let me come, you go to the back and direct them to tie the rope." ”

Wounded beasts become more frantic than usual under the spur of pain and the smell of blood. Although it is a vegetarian animal, the Giant Horn deer also follows this rule. Putting the last stab on the dying beast seems to be a safe job, but there are too many uncertain dangers.

Tianhao smiled slightly, lowered his head slightly, and took a step to the side, making enough space for Fu Song. Fu Song's deferential and unarrogant attitude made Fu Song very satisfied, and blurted out: "You are better than your eldest brother." ”

The corners of Tianhao's mouth hooked up a vague smile, he turned around, picked up the rope thrown by the villagers from the cliff, skillfully tied a knot, tied the four legs of the giant horned deer that could no longer move, and tied it tightly to make sure that it was not loose, then he stood up and stepped back, raised his arms, and raised his head to make a "pull up" gesture to the person who was waiting at the top of the cliff.

All afternoon, there was a mechanical repetition of the work. With the exception of a dozen or so juvenile deer, all the adult Bighorn deer that fell into the valley were killed. The dreary sun was slowly setting behind the clouds in the direction of the west, and when the little dim light left in the sky, Tianhao also climbed the cliff nimbly on the rope, counting the rich fruits of the hunt.

Skids made of thick logs look rough, but they are practical. The villagers carried sleds full of giant horned deer back to Panshi Village, counting this last trip, the total number was about 1,200.

There are still more than 4,000 dead deer in the valley.

The wind is blowing. Based on years of experience in observing the weather, it will definitely snow tonight, and there are few people in Panshizhai, so these prey will be buried by the snow, and they will not rot in the cold environment, and they will send people to dig up when needed.

Nagamine dragged the sturdy rope on his shoulders and struggled through the snow. He kept looking at Tianhao who was walking next to him with admiration: "How did you have that brain, and you actually thought of using this method to attract deer?" ”

The wind blew on Tianhao's face with fine Xiaoice snow particles, and he replaced all answers with a smile.

One or two sentences cannot be perfectly explained, and superficial words cannot satisfy the curiosity of the inquirer. Rather than bother, simply don't talk about it, so that you can maintain enough mystery in front of everyone.

In the dim light, the maniac in a wide leather robe looked like a bear. He dragged the heavy sled as if he was not tired at all, and walked beside Tianhao, revealing strong pride all over his body: "The third child of our family is the best, and he is the best man in the whole village!" ”

Tianhao lowered his head and let out a silent sigh from an angle that others could not see. With slender shoulders and a dignity that the old man never imagined, the thinking slacker may never have imagined that one day he would become the hero of the whole village. But I'm different. To live, to live in my own way, in this strange world, is the goal.

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The old priest stood in front of the gate with torches in hand, his old eyes not squeezed by the weariness as usual, and they tried to keep them open wide, and they could see clearly every hunter who returned, and the skids laden with prey.

Panshi Village is once again a sensation.

No one has ever seen so many prey in their memory. People habitually refer to sledding as "cars". Carloads of dead deer, huge antlers hanging outward, scratching trails on the snow along the way. In particular, the deer that were brought back at the earliest, because of the short time of death, can still feel the warmth transmitted through the fur when they touch it.

When the first cart of prey returned, the entire Panshi Village was busy. Giant horns were cut off from the head of a deer with a huge steel axe, and the skin was quickly skinned at the temperature remaining in the dead deer's body. Today is the festival of all the children in the rock village, and the adults covered in blood have smiles on their faces, and they keep taking out pieces of deer liver and deer heart from the belly of the severed prey. These things must be eaten while they are fresh. In the past, there was little prey, and only tribal warriors and respected elders were eligible to eat it. Now it's different, and even children can enjoy the delicious taste that they have been coveting for a long time.

Without the need for orders from the chieftain, the thrifty people took the initiative to put the washed and skinned deer carcasses in the snow to freeze and send them to the public warehouses in the stockades. The deer's head, cut off from the neck, looked like blood-red triangular stones, piled up next to the peeled deerskin. As more and more prey is brought back, their numbers are increasing dramatically.

Today's dinner is Bighorn offal and deer brains. Everyone in the stockade can be fed.

"They're back!" On the watchtower, the emotional watchman let out a high-pitched roar.

When Tianhao dragged the sled into the gate, the busy people stopped their work and gathered from all directions. He noticed that many people's eyes were full of gratitude, and even those who were hostile to him like Heyjoon had a complicated gaze, full of deep jealousy, and inexplicable emotion.

Untied from his shoulders, he strode up to the old priest and knelt down on one knee. This is an indispensable and important ritual for the northern barbarians after returning from hunting. The abundance of prey is a gift from the gods, and the priests can enjoy this reverence as the spokesmen of the gods.

"Good boy! Well done, you did a good job. The old priest with a happy face bent down and gently placed his right hand on Tianhao's shoulder: "According to the rules of the tribe, you can distribute your prey. ”