Throwing javelins 20,000 times a day is just an aperitif for refreshments, and other torture tricks are what make people want to cry without tears. If it weren't for the incomparable tenacity of Cold Fire and his fanaticism for increasing his strength, he would have sneaked away a long time ago.

It was not a human life.

However, just as Tie Feng once said to Leng Huo, no hard work, no gain. If you don't give, you don't get. There is only one truth in this world – equivalent exchange.

In just half a month, a full 170 javelins were used up in the cold fire. At the same time, he lost a full circle of weight. However, cold fire also pays off.

Now, he holds the javelin in his hand as freely as his left hand holds his right hand, and the javelin seems to be an extension of his body. If it is a stationary target, within a radius of 20 meters, the cold fire is sure to steal nine out of ten. And if you are facing a shaking target, you can also steal five out of ten.

This data is far away from Sanyunluo, but for Cold Fire, it is already an incredible progress. And this time the deer hunting carnival, Leng Huo finally had a chance to participate.

As long as he can hunt a few flying deer, Leng Huo can be regarded as repaying his life-saving grace, and he can leave without concern and continue to pursue his dream.

The hunters got closer and closer, and the elves in the forest seemed to smell something, and there was a slight commotion in the outer layer of the flying deer. They hurriedly fell to the ground, not daring to move.

After a long time, after the commotion had subsided, the hunters continued to approach under the command of Fierce Claw. When he was still three meters away from the glade, Leng Huo finally saw the meadow.

It was a slightly sunken meadow. Cold Fire speculated that this place may have once been a shallow lake, so there were never large trees growing here.

Later, when the lake dried up, it was completely covered with pastures, and it became a favorite place for flying deer. The clearing, which is about 1,000 meters long and wide, contains thousands of flying deer grazing freely on the grass.

Compared to such a large clearing, more than a hundred people were inconspicuous in it, let alone surrounded it for hunting. The Antlers tribe could only get closer, then suddenly rushed in, slaughtered the deer, and threw every javelin fiercely, hoping for enough to be gained.

After the Fierce Paw and the others all approached the edge of the grassland, everyone lurked. They did not rush to start hunting, but began a long wait.

Just like the grandfather Tie Feng said, what is the most important thing in hunting? is patience! is waiting! The longer they wait, the more grass those flying deer will eat, and their movements will become slower, and the hunters' chances of victory will become.

It's all because of patience and waiting. When the stars slowly dispersed and the east revealed a faint white, the fierce claws slowly raised their fists, and then, they swung down suddenly, shouting: "Huha, kill the deer!"

The rest of the people shouted in unison, "Huha, kill the deer!" and while roaring, the people rushed out frantically, throwing javelins at the wolf rushing deer.

The calm meadow seemed to have been hit by a nuclear bomb, and it instantly became extremely noisy. The sound of the flying deer being frightened, the sound of the deer's hooves trampling the earth, and the mournful scream of the flying deer after being shot, all kinds of sounds converge together, which is the unique sound of the carnival night.

The people fell into a complete frenzy, and javelins were projected, making a roaring screech. Hit or miss, no one cares, there is only one thing people care about, and that is to throw all the javelins in the backpack.

Hunters generally carried between ten and thirteen javelins, that is, more than fourteen hundred javelins in total. In just two minutes, the flying deer suffered huge casualties.

After the flying deer were completely dispersed, the east had already revealed the white of the fish's belly. The sky was slightly bright, and the white clouds were gilded with various colors by the morning sun that had not yet jumped out, changing and changing.

A total of more than 200 flying deer completely fell, some of which were not yet dead, and let out a low wail. But the people of the Antlers tribe did not have the slightest mercy to put all the flying deer on their shoulders and quickly ran home.

The blood of the deer dripped all the way. People's footprints, deer blood seems to be the most distinctive signpost, which will show the way for the tyrannosaurus and saber-toothed tigers.

If nothing is done. Then the gates of the Antlers Tribe will not be able to enter and exit normally for the next few days. Luckily, people don't make the same mistakes after being blocked once.

More than two dozen people were sent to the rear to eliminate the incriminating evidence. These last guards wiped out all traces of it, turning the ground with rudimentary stone shovels to cover it with blood, and sprinkling a faint layer of grass ash on it.

In this way, the smell of blood will be completely masked.

It wasn't until he returned to the Antlers tribe that Leng Huo woke up from the dreamlike scene. He never thought that there was a tribe that could catch more than two hundred prey at one time, which was equivalent to ten days of harvest for the Mudun tribe.

Leng Huo raised the rudimentary javelin in his hand and expressed his greatest interest in the weapon. It's just a stick tied to a stone chip, why did it become so powerful?

During this hunt, Leng Huo remembered that he shot down seven or eight flying deer. It's not that Cold Fire is more powerful than others, it's that Cold Fire has more javelins on his back. The javelin that the child used to practice was carried out by cold fire, and there were dozens of them. It is with this that Cold Fire can come out on top.

Within the tribe, men, women and children happily cut the venison. Scattered clouds, pond wind, everyone's faces, their faces were full of happiness, and Leng Huo suddenly felt that he was out of place with the atmosphere here.

He doesn't belong here after all.

The cold fire slowly retreated, stepping into the shadows. He walked into the ancestral hall a little lonely, packed up his baggage, picked up his spear, pinned his short sword, and walked to the gate of the Antler Tribe. Leng Huo finally stroked the saber-toothed tiger's tiger skin and folded it down.

At the beginning, he gave this tiger skin to the deer tongue, and later Leng Huo became seriously ill. The deer's tongue kept him warm with a tiger's skin. Cold fire is a person who keeps promises, and when he leaves, he will naturally not take it away.

There was a carnival in the tribe, and the cold fire came to the exit without touching half a person. The aspen trees are lush and green, and the wooden doors are high at the gaps.

The cold fire is a little strange, in the past, there are always a few people guarding the wooden door, once they find an accident, they immediately put down the wooden door to block the inside and outside.

But today, there is no one to guard it. Could it be that these guys have also gone to cut the venison?" Leng Huo muttered, tightened his baggage, and came to the exit.

Leng Huo took off the dragon tooth on his chest with some sadness, and prepared to hang it at the door. Tan Feng likes this dragon tooth very much, and after getting along with it for half a month, it has already been clear, and it is just right for him to make a gift at this time.

"Haha, I'll just say that Cold Fire will definitely give me the dragon's teeth. Sister, you still don't believe it!" Tan Feng jumped out of nowhere, startling the cold fire.