In the dark round mountain pass, there is not a single trace of hot magma rolling.

And on the mountainside, white and yellow steam spews out from time to time, which proves that the volcano is still alive.

The slopes of the hill descend gently to the valley of Zheng

The low bushes that cover almost the entire base of the mountain are covered with ripe orange fruits like stars.

The wind that blew from the valley brought some sand and dust that hit the yellow-leaved bushes and the orange fruits to the soft ground.

At the base of the tree, an all-white creature poked out of its deep hole hidden beneath the dead leaves, and scanned its surroundings with its dark eyes warily.

The pointed ears of the triangular face were also spinning.

Carefully observe the situation around.

They were bold and greedy, and as they saw the orange fruit fall on the dead leaves, they watched everything around them, and gradually poked out the six limbs......

"Oh! There's Berkeley! ”

At the same time as the shout appeared, a slender spear that shone with silver light suddenly pierced the snow-white thing with six limbs!

The animal known as the "Berkeley" was so fast that after escaping the catastrophe, it immediately burrowed back into its hole and disappeared.

"Hey! I'm just, Rand, you can't see it when you climb a tree, but if it's too loud, it'll run. ”

A primitive man with a spear in his hand jumped down from the tree, picked up the ripe fruit on the surface, and gently placed it on his back in a large basket made of twigs and weeds

"Birac, how will you know if you don't try?" Another primitive with grayish-white hair and a sturdy figure also jumped off the tree.

He tugged at the animal skin on his body, walked over to the spear whose head had been deeply embedded in the fallen leaves, and pulled it hard!

"Huh? This ......" Birac saw something pierced at the tip of the spear, dangling in mid-air.

"Hmm!" Rand shook the gun and a smile bloomed on his face, "Good luck! ”

With that, he threw Berkeley, who had been stabbed to death by accident, on the head of the spear into the back basket of his back

"Really, why have you been so lucky? You can come and pick pine cocoles to meet such a good thing......" Birac muttered, as if a little jealous, glancing at Rand.

"Hey, what's this, hey, I'll give it to you, I'm lucky to get it anyway." Rand threw the prey in the basket into Billa's hand and laughed twice.

"Huh? Rand you ...... If our old man leader dies talking, I will choose you if I choose the new leader! Billak's face changed immediately, he stroked the white fur of his prey, his heart fluttered, he put his arm around Rand's shoulders, and his voice was much higher.

"Hahaha, what." Rand bent down to pick up the pine cocoles and threw them into the basket one by one, with great skill.

His eyes were calm, and he didn't seem to have any thoughts at all.

"Really, Rand, I really, our old leader has lived long enough, don't you think?"

"It's quite long." Rand's tone remained unchanged.

"You can die at any time, alas, why don't you care, obviously in our tribe, your voice is very high." Birac continued, his eyes glancing at Rand.

"I'm not interested, don't worry, the leader will always protect the Tranka tribe!"

Rand's voice was much higher at this time, and he raised his arms, and suddenly sat down on his knees, kowtowing in one direction.

"Well, you are." Birac also picked up the pine cone, and stopped talking about it.

Time passed slowly, and they finally stepped out of the bush as Rand filled Billa's back basket with pine cocoles.

Following a stone-paved road, the two crossed a stream and came to the tribe of Zheng, surrounded by a wall made of solid rocks

They came back early, and the two of them went to the storeroom before putting their backpacks inside.

Birac hadn't forgotten to pull the Berkeley beast out of the basket and glance at Rand.

"Really, really give it to me?"

"Well, it's not a big deal. I've sent you. Rand yawned.

"Hey!" Birac led the Berkeley to the warehouse guard, and after some exchange, he got one of the Berkeleymon's hind legs.

He was so happy that he ran to Rand's side again.

"Rand, okay, that old guy ...... then"

"Alright. I'm not interested. ”

Rand walked forward, and many people in the tribe greeted him with a smile.

Birac looked at Rand, who seemed to be quite popular, and pouted.

He turned into another path and headed straight for the largest house in the tribe.

Entering the room, he saw the old leader.

"Birac, what the hell is Rand's idea?" The leader coughed and motioned for the people around him to stand down.

"Chief, I think you're thinking too much, then Rand is a fool." Birac took out the leg of the Berkeley beast in his hand and gestured, "I will give it to him if I want, and I asked him many times, uh, well, he didn't ...... about the leader."

When Birac wanted to "take office", he swallowed his saliva and paused, but he really didn't dare to say it directly.

The old leader had already sent someone to kill several people with ideas, disguised as accidents.

He felt that his word was enough to be slashed.

"Fool...... That's all. The old leader breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

He knew that this threat could be lifted, and everyone was stupid, that is, really stupid.

Where would a wise man give his prey to someone else?

The old leader coughed.

He paved the way for his son, who was about to succeed him as chief, and killed the more powerful of these tribes, so that there would be no hindrance.

After the previous leader retired, it was the people who chose him as the wisest leader.

But when it came time for him to die, he didn't want his people to choose any smart people.

He wanted his son to become the new leader.

Even if his son is thin and stupid, he doesn't look like him at all.

As a leader, whatever you do is right, and this has been the rule since their people migrated from a distant place to this secluded valley more than three hundred years ago.

If it weren't for that, they would have been wiped out like the foolish ancestors who didn't want to leave the tribe, just like the foolish ancestors who didn't want to leave the tribe!

As long as the son becomes the leader of the tribe, then his grandson can also become the leader.

For generations, they will always enjoy the best food, as well as women, tools, weapons, and so on.

Everything ......