When the last rays of the setting sun slowly dissipated, the night enveloped the entire tribe.

Baburu took the torch and lit the torches in the hands of the people scattered around the tribe before returning to the shack.

Since birth, Baburu, as a candidate for patriarchship, has been instilled with the idea that this is the last pure land of mankind, and no matter who invades it, he must defend it to the death, even if the last drop of blood is shed.

In fact, Baburu did the same, and when he was promoted to the rank of patriarch, he has been fighting for the continuation of the clan, as the leader of the tribe, Baburu has natural powers, he can walk when he is born, and he is strong enough to slash his father's scepter.

He is like a chosen one, shrouded in all aura, even if it is an African leopard with sharp teeth and fangs, when he meets him, he can only run away, as long as he casually stretches out his hand to meet the enemy, he can easily crush the bones of the beast.

The people are the reincarnation of Hercules, and he knows that all this power comes from his parents.

But with the spread of time, the leisurely tribal life was soon broken, and for some unknown reason, the combat power of any creature on the prairie increased several times.

Even the weakest grass can match the height of a full-grown woman, and the hare at the bottom of the food chain becomes a beast of prey with fangs, and its red eyes seem to want to eat humans alive.

The jaguar, which is the prey on weekdays, is also several times larger, and its strength has made a qualitative leap explosively.

It is difficult for the vulnerable people of the tribe to resist the invasion of these beasts, and even the young men of the tribe want to strangle a hare, and several people have to surround it, risking having their throats cut off, and the hare can be subdued.

The aura of his usual life seemed to have vanished, and he was no longer the one who watched the stars, nor was he the hope of the tribe.

Since that rainstorm, the tribe has gradually shrunk and lost population, and in addition to huddling in the cave to prevent the invasion of wild beasts, it is only at night that the dry bones and debris left in the mouths of those blue beasts can be found.

In order to survive, Baburu would gather with the young men of the tribe every night to search for the corpses abandoned by the beasts.

Only by eating food can they survive, how can they be qualified to pick and choose, just finding a large piece of carrion can make the whole tribe happy for a long time.

He didn't know how long it would last, but he knew that the tribe wouldn't last long.

The original large tribe of 500 people had less than 100 people left at this time, and what was even worse was that there were less than 40 young and strong men, and the rest, except for children and women, were old men who were dying.

According to the natural law of survival of the fittest, those old people should be food for their tribesmen or bait for beasts, but Baburu did not do that.

If it weren't for those old people who threw their heads and spilled their blood when they were young, there would be no tribe today.

Although the situation of the tribe is not good, and it can even be said that it has reached the most dangerous moment, it is not the reason of the old man, but it is himself.

If he was stronger, if he could be a little stronger, if he could ......

"Patriarch?"

Turing on the side blinked his eyes and shook his arm, "Night is falling, we should hurry, otherwise midnight has passed, and the prairie will become a world of cold-blooded animals." ”

"I see." Bablu pursed his lips, took out a bone covered in crumbs, and gnawed hard.

The meat didn't eat much, but the hard bones were missing a big bite, and then, he handed the bones to the other clansmen, one by one, when the bone chips were bitten almost, he swallowed them in one bite, everyone patted their stomachs, and then followed the patriarch out of the tribe.

As a primitive tribe, they could not rely on much, only the muscles on their bodies, and the spears or bows and arrows that could be easily crafted.

In the past, these weapons could kill cheetahs, but now, they can't leave any traces on the fur of the beasts.

Overnight, the entire continent seemed to have changed, all creatures were surprisingly strong, and only humans were ruthlessly abandoned by the gods.

As for the weapon in his hand, he knew that it would not be of any use, but he would feel a little stable in his hand.

As long as they are lucky, they will find a lot of carrion and dry bones without missing a person, and if they are unfortunate enough to encounter a beast blessed by the gods, only by leaving a living person can calm the roar of the beast and leave the other tribesmen a way back.

From the first five hundred to the current hundred, this is how Baburu's tribe declined.

The end of the world has gone through more than 400 days, and his tribe has lost more than 400 people.

More than forty young men followed Baburu as he ran wildly across the grassland, his nose fluttering, and at the slightest smell of the stench, all the clansmen would frantically rush to the spot where the smell came from.

"Five hundred meters ahead, there is the smell of carrion from the sawtooth rabbit! With a bit of luck today, the things I picked up should last a week! ”

According to custom, they were supposed to roar on the grassland, but in order to reduce unnecessary danger, everyone held their breath, and the closer they got to carrion, the more cautious they became.

No one knows if there are ice pythons in the ground, waiting for the prey to arrive before breaking through the ground.

"Wait......"

At a distance of less than ten meters from the sawtooth rabbit's carcass, Baburu immediately beckoned.

"What's the matter, Patriarch?" Turing whispered and trembled from the side, he was only a fourteen-year-old child, and the last hope of the tribe.

"There's something unusual up ahead."

"What anomaly?"

"There seems to be smoke on the carrion, and if it's a bloodthirsty floater, we're in trouble."

This fist-sized insect cannot be resisted, and if it is stabbed, it will be poisoned and killed.

"So what do we do? Is it just going back the way you came? Midnight is coming, and if you can't get anything to eat, a group of people will starve to death. ”

Baburu stared at the carrion in front of him, a little dilemma, the population of the tribe was getting smaller and smaller, and there was no room for waste, but if they risked their lives to snatch the food of the bloodthirsty floaters, they were afraid that their lives would be in danger.

What to do......

Before he knew it, a dense stream of sweat was sticking out of the top of Babura's head.

"Are you jealous of me? If you feed on carrion, come up and take it. ”

Something that broke through his cognition happened, and he saw the fog gradually turn into a substance, and a man and a woman appeared in front of his eyes.

"White and yellow?" Babura's throat is infarcted, how did they turn into a thick fog?

"Cut, the beasts in this place are so ferocious, and I also think that the aborigines will also become the top superlimiters, I didn't expect them to be like this. No wonder there are so few tribes, it seems that they are all dead. The girl's cold words made Baburu fall into shock.