"Clansmen!" The voice of the Patriarch of Ge Xing resounded in this plain, and the eyes of the orcs converged with it. Burning Martial Pavilion

Patriarch Gexing's chest rose and fell with some excitement, and his loud voice became louder and louder: "Everyone will definitely wonder what we have to live on this plain.

For some reason, I can't tell you yet, but for now, you just have to follow what I say. ”

The orcs glanced at each other and nodded, although the patriarch of Ge Xing had a somewhat funny temperament, he had never done anything unfavorable to the tribe, and everyone's trust in him was still deep-rooted.

Besides...

looked at the witch doctor Grandma and Ji Nuan beside him, one was a witch doctor, and the other was a future witch doctor who had made great contributions to the tribe, they didn't say anything, and everyone instantly put their hearts down.

In the following days, the orcs first built wooden platforms with trees on the higher ground, built animal skin tents, and then covered and tied the straw mats that the females wore along the way, and a small rainproof and warm home was built.

The females tended to the cubs and sorted out the supplies in the tents, while the males carried baskets on their backs and began to collect enough green mud, and before the rainy season was over, they had to collect enough green mud to burn bricks and tiles before the rainy season was over.

Ji Nuan was sitting in a tent of animal skins, lighting a small fire, writing and painting on the skin of a baa beast, if you look closely, it is actually a layout map of the whole tribe.

The new tribe, the patriarch of Gexing, the witch doctor Grandma and Ji Nuan discussed that everyone's houses should be built into small courtyards, and they should be built in an orderly manner, and they could no longer be built randomly and chaotic like before.

Rows of neat houses leap onto the page, and a tall and mighty wall surrounds the new tribe of the plain, and on the skin of the baa beast is the prototype of a thriving and powerful tribe.

...

The rainy season really lives up to its reputation, and the rain continues to fall all season, big and small, but it never stops.

Therefore, when Ji Nuan opened the animal skin curtain to breathe, but when he saw the sun hanging high in the sky, he was stunned.

There were excited shouts of orcs and females outside the tent, Ji Nuan woke up from his stunned state, and hurriedly opened the curtain and ran out, the ground was still a little muddy.

The sun shines softly, not dazzling or hot, and it is a pleasant temperature.

Like the clansmen, Ji Nuan stayed outside the tent all day and was reluctant to sleep at night.

During the rainy season, the industrious orcs not only brought back five hills of green mud, but even dug out the foundations of all the houses planned on the skins of the seasonal warmers, and even dug more than two-thirds of the foundations of the city walls.

The weather was clear, and the orcs divided into three groups, one wave continued to dig the foundation, one wave went hunting and gathering stones, and the remaining wave of orcs began to make green clay embryos, ready to fire bricks and tiles.

The orcs of the Watson tribe operated in an orderly manner under the command of the Patriarch of Gexing.

After discussing with the patriarch of Ge Xing, the Bosen beasts also joined the labor team, and since they can't go back now, they must first have a place to live here.

The orcs of the Qingshan tribe said goodbye to the Watson tribe after the weather cleared, they did not believe that the Watson tribe could survive on this plain without tall forests, they wanted to go back to live in the forest.