Dinosaur migratory herds are drifting away.

Chief Ye and the Ye tribe witch were afraid that they would not be able to catch up with the team, so after comforting the Peel tribesmen for a few words, they left in a hurry, leaving the Peel tribesmen in pain in place.

Blackthorn's eyes were red, and he said bitterly: "If Xiwu is here, he will definitely not sit idly by, and will definitely help us!"

"Yes...... Yi Kuang's eyes were full of sadness, as if he had suddenly aged ten years, and he wiped his face and said, "Even if Lord Xiwu can't kill that evil bird, he will definitely order people from other tribes to kill it together." ”

"O Xiwu, why haven't you come back, Wu, Chief, your death is so miserable and not worth it......" The people of the Rak tribe knelt on the ground and wept.

"Say no more!"

At this time, the Peeling Tribal Witch Disciple stood up.

He looked at the dinosaur migration group that was getting farther and farther away, his eyes were resolute, and he said coldly: "Lord Xiwu is not here, no one will care about our tribe." We have to catch up quickly, or we'll be done stripping the tribe. ”

The small black pterosaurs around them, who had pecked at the minced flesh, squatted on the ground, turned their heads to look at them frequently, and were ready to move.

There were so many of them that the food couldn't fill their stomachs at all, but they didn't dare to grab the food of the blackthorn red winged dragon, so they set their sights on them.

To say that they are small, that's just relative to the blackthorn red pterosaur.

In fact, each of their wings is six or seven meters long, squatting on the ground taller than a human, coupled with the cold and shining sharp teeth, and the sharp claws like a curved hook, you know that their combat effectiveness is definitely not weak.

Once the fight starts, the result is really hard to say.

But people who are caught in madness and grief are irrational, and everyone does not want to leave, and they want to kill. However, after the death of the Peeling Tribe's witch and the chieftain one after another, the witch disciple Dodder was the highest ranking person in the Peeling Tribe, and everyone had to obey his orders.

So everyone could only take a few deep breaths, barely suppressed their grief and despair, and chased after the dinosaur migration group.

............

No matter how painful and difficult it is, the survivors must continue to live.

In fact, the death of the tribal witch and the chief is only the tip of the suffering on the way, and it is not easy for any tribe, and tragedies happen almost every day.

In the past, their tribal settlements were like small safe spots in dangerous worlds, and because they were barren, they were not visited by too powerful creatures. And when they left the shelter of the safe place, they were shocked to find that the danger outside was like this, and the fierce birds and beasts were stronger than the other, and each one was bigger than the other.

Some creatures, like Blackthorn and Red Wing, are so big that they couldn't have imagined before.

Who would have known that there would be a pterodactyl as huge as a mountain in this world?

Because of this vicious environment, most of the people who survive now are physically strong, and the number of elderly people and children who survive is less than 10% of the original.

Although they didn't have to fight, the roar of the fierce beast was also fatal to them, this kind of attack was useless even if they covered their ears, and the defensive blessing dominoes of the witch could not be resisted, and many of them bled to death on the spot.

The only way, I'm afraid, is to rely on the timely rescue of the doctor.

But how many can that save?

Everyone was tired and hurt, and just walked away for a few more days.

The migration party came to a forest.

The climate is pleasant, the vegetation is abundant, there is a gurgling river in the forest, birds chirping in the forest, and you can see the figures of deer nimbly shuttling.

The Diplodocus and Stegosaurus were obviously satisfied with the place, and after the long journey, they stopped here and made their home.

More than 10,000 primitives also fell into ecstasy, believing that this was also the end of their journey, and wept and got off the back of the diplodocus, kneeling on the ground and kissing the land excitedly.

"This is it!"

Chief Tu Shan looked around excitedly, breathing in the fresh air of the forest.

A variety of animals are active in the forest, and they appear to be alive.

Cangpan excitedly shuttled around the neighborhood, grabbed a bird with beautiful feathers from the flock of birds in the trees, and shouted with joy: "This place is better than where we were!

"yes! I love it!"

Everyone couldn't wait to explore the forest, to plan a new home, and even to negotiate with the other tribes how to divide their territories.

But the joy didn't last long.

Soon they discovered that this was actually the territory of a large tribe, this big tribe called the Tianmang tribe, welcomed this group of herbivorous dinosaurs, but did not welcome them, and wanted to drive them away.

"Get out of here, or we'll kill you all!"

The chief of the Tianmang tribe was carrying a machete and looked at them coldly, and the powerful aura belonging to the sixth-level warrior was fully released. And next to him, there was a thin figure with a bone cane, but his eyes were shining.

Behind him, thousands of strong Tianmang warriors were armed with spears and bone knives, each with a fierce aura and bloodthirsty eyes.

Tu Shan and other people from more than 30 tribes were naturally unwilling to give up.

The Great Witch of the Treant Clan stood up to discuss with them, and said earnestly, "Friends, this forest is so wide, and we only need a small place to settle down, and we will not disturb you by fighting for your territory. Besides, we are not weak, and if we fight, you will also suffer heavy casualties. ”

Chief Tianmang didn't give an inch: "Then let's try it!"

The strength of the Tianmang tribe is stronger than all their tribes combined, but after a long journey, whether it is physical or mental, they are extremely poor, and they are not sure if they fight.

Seeing that their attitude was so tough, the Treant Clan Great Witch was helpless, and after thinking twice, he could only give up here.

Frustrated and painful, the tired team slowly left under the gaze of the Tianmang tribesmen.

Now there is no Diplodocus to carry them, and everyone can only rely on themselves.

Carrying their parcels, they walked out of the forest and into a boundless fern forest.

The miasma in this fern leaf forest was so bad that there was nothing to be seen from ten meters away, it was full of giant insects, poisonous insects and rotting corpses, and there were no creatures to hunt in, and it was not a suitable place for them to live, so they could only move on.

While walking through this miasma fern forest, the poorer people were eroded by the miasma, completely collapsed, abandoned by the team, and finally turned into fertilizer for this fern forest.

Just walk and go, many people who don't have leather boots can't bear it.

The soles of their feet were worn out, bloody and miserable, and every step was a piercing pain. Even the hooves of the war beasts were sharpened, and most of them became bloody and blurry.

Miasma.

The air is sultry in the fern-leaf forest.

A dozen or so of the Uighur and Falcon chieftains broke away from the group, sat on humus-filled soil, tore the thick hides in two, wrapped their feet in circles, and tied the hides firmly at their ankles with thin straw ropes.

The Uighurs stood up as soon as they tied their feet.

There are too many poisonous insects in this place, and the fluffy black tidal soil is full of small insects burrowing around.

He looked down at his feet wrapped in thick dirty animal skins, and his face was full of wry smiles: "...... I'm afraid my feet are going to be ruined. ”

Wrapping his feet in animal skins is already prone to foot moss, and it is easy to rot his feet, not to mention that the soles of his feet are now worn out and bloody.

Beside him, the Falcon Chief clumsily wrapped the hide, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "No way, it's better than not being able to walk now, who told us to have no leather boots." ”

It was so hot and humid that his face was covered in fine sweat and mud stains, and he was not embarrassed after wiping it.

He waited for a while, and when he saw that the clansmen were almost wrapped, he hurriedly urged: "Let's go, let's quickly follow the team." ”

In order to wrap themselves in animal skins, they have fallen to the end of the line. There is a lot of miasma here, visibility is very low, even the falcons can get lost, and it would be bad if they couldn't find a team.

All the Falcon tribesmen understood this, and hurriedly chased after the group, but in their desperation, several of them almost fell.

It's so uncomfortable to wrap your feet in thick animal skin, and if you're not careful, the soles of your feet will slip.

The Uighur felt that his chest was even tighter, and he exhaled deeply, and said, "If only I had leather boots, I used to secretly laugh at the squeamishness and waste of the craftsmen, but I didn't expect to suffer a lot now." ”

The Falcon Chief also regretted it: "I heard that these leather boots were created by the Xi Wu, if I had known that they were made by the Xi Wu, I would have bought a pair!"

Uighur: "When I settle down, I'll have to get a pair of leather boots." ”

Not only their Falcon tribesmen, but all those who did not have leather boots envied the Tushan and Gong Taomen for having leather boots, and now they regret not falling. And the people with leather boots are more and more grateful to Ye Xi for creating this thing.

A few days later.

When they finally walked out of the fern leaf forest and through a wasteland, a large expanse of prairie suddenly appeared in front of them.

Looking at the faint green of the sea, everyone's hearts were a little desperate.

- It's too expansive.

The shadow of the mountain was far, far away, faint as the color of the canopy, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

How many people will make it through this prairie alive to the other side of the prairie? And will the end of the prairie be suitable for them to live in? How many will they have to walk to find a new home?

No one knew.

But they had no way out, and after despair, they could only carry the package on their backs, driving their tired bodies into this grassland.

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