After walking together for a long time, Wu Bi already knew the ins and outs of this group of stone hands flowing here.

They are the ones who dare not travel far from the Ishites - after Ye Yan has mapped out the migration route of humans, it is only natural that Beeswax and Rosin will also take their tribes to migrate and leave the dense jungle as soon as possible.

It's just that at that time, the Ishitebu had already built a camp in the jungle, and some of the timid people gave up the opportunity to migrate and chose to stay in the camp to develop.

Beeswax and Rosin had already experienced this situation, and they did not force it, but let them go to their own devices, and they themselves migrated north with the braver group of people, to the camp on the outskirts of the ice field.

And this part of the cowards went through several species looting, and was finally captured by the gnolls and became the emergency food for the gnolls, all the way here.

Having lost the camp and most of their tools, they gradually lost the strength and will to resist under the "food" of the jackals day by day, and became obedient "sweet people", all they wanted to do every day was to live one more day.

Wu Bi decided to take them north, first to the camp of the Split Foot before making plans, but on the way, Wu Bi did not immediately admit them into the Xiaoliang Dynasty - after seeing the cowardice of the Stone Hand, Wu Bi felt that they should be sharpened.

For no reason, the words "natural selection" have always been hovering in Wu Bi's mind, have human beings found their way step by step in such a continuous migration? If they can't withstand this long-distance movement, does it mean that they are the group that should be abandoned by the times?

Is it the right choice to take them to the cleft foot, or should they go on their own and join up with their true tribe sooner?

This was also a baptism for Wu Bi himself - after only a few miles, Wu Bi had already seen the cruelty of this jungle.

As we walked, it was not uncommon for Ishite's tribe to disappear or fall behind—some of them were taken away by the shadows of the trees, others were trapped in the vines and became nutrients for some kind of plant.

Whenever the bushes moved, Wu Bi could hear a commotion and screams, and when he looked back, he would inexplicably miss some people.

Wu Bi himself was not without trouble—he was at the head of the team, and in a few hours he had killed five two-man tall wild boars, chopped down three man-eating flowers hidden behind trees, and chopped countless insects.

Even the alien race that opened the way has been changed three times, and eight people have been lost.

Looking at the map in their minds, the group had only walked a short block - at this rate, it was estimated that it might take four or five days to reach the camp with cracked feet, and Wu Bi's heart was almost the same.

"Do you know how to cook the dragon turtle?" Wu Bi said to the people who thought to be Ishite.

"Uh...... Is it good to open the turtle shell and cut out the meat and roast it?" the people of the Ishite tribe were stunned, "You know, the gods have taught us, and the gods say that we are roasted deliciously." ”

As he spoke, Shi Tebu took out two pieces of flint from his arms.

"Then do you know how to deal with gnolls?" Wu Bi asked, imagining the wonderful expression on Crackfoot's face when he saw that he had beaten so many gnolls as prey.

"Yes, yes, yes. The people of the stone hand tribe nodded again and again, as if they heard a glimmer of hope from Wu Bi's voice.

"Okay. Wu Bi brought a group of numb Shishou people into the Xiaoliang Dynasty, leaving only Da Mo and himself outside.

When the Ishites came to the quiet and peaceful Xiao Liang Chao, they panicked one by one and hugged each other tightly surrounded by aliens.

After a moment of silence, the Ishade people looked up and walked around, and found that there were no man-eating wild boars, no stalking plants, and more carcasses of dragon turtles and gnolls waiting to be cooked and used as food......

The people of the stone hand tribe finally believed that Wu Bi was an immortal, and cheered loudly one by one, looked up to the sky and worshipped, and became his sincere believers.

Wu Bi suddenly thought, if the soul arena is settled by some kind of racial extinction, does that mean that as long as these Shishou people in Xiao Liang Dynasty do not die, he will be considered to have completed the task?

However, if it is settled by the race that exists in Gaia, then it may be necessary to take another insurance......

Thinking about it, Wu Bi released a Shishou tribe from Xiao Liang Dynasty, holding it in his hand as an insurance;

Wu Bi secretly shouted sorry, and while letting Da Mo hold it more steadily, he climbed onto Da Mo's shoulder.

Xiao Lu and Da Mo had a heart-to-heart connection with Wu Bi, and they climbed to a tree in three or two, using their four hands together, and jumped like an ape, quickly moving towards the camp with split feet.

Wubi looked at the map again, nodded, and was finally satisfied with the speed of movement at the moment—in this case, he would be able to return to the camp at Crackfoot's before dark.

Looking inwardly at the Xiaoliang Dynasty, Wu Bi found that the Shishou tribe had woken up from their astonishment, and some of them began to knock on the corners of the dragon turtle, while others ran to the woodland of the Xiaoliang Dynasty to cut trees and chop wood, preparing to build a camp.

Wu Bi suddenly understood the gameplay of the Soul Arena - the Split Foot is good at trekking and hunting, and the Stone Hand is good at developing and building, maybe if the two are combined, they can have unexpected chemical reactions......

Lying on Da Mo's shoulder, Wu Bi was thoughtful.

......

"Did they leave us?" a crooked-mouthed, slanted gnolll stood in the camp stunned, his body arched into a question mark.

"Fools, they were killed. A gnoll with a broken tail sniffed the blood on the ground and looked in the direction Wu Bi had left.

"Hahahaha, Scarface is right, you're so stupid......" The crooked-mouthed gnolls laughed, "How can the sweet man kill the gnolls, they are food!"

"Fool, God said he had seen a more powerful sweet man in the north, capable of tearing your broken mouth. Broken Tail growled.

"Sweeter, sweeter?" the first gnoll didn't get the point.

"Fool ......" severed tail slapped the first jackal in the face, making his mouth even more crooked.

After the tail was broken, he took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck up all the smell of blood here.

"Ah......h

"Whew-"

Broken Tail roared, and all the jackals who had just gone on patrol involuntarily joined in, and the sound resounded through the jungle and spread far away.

In a short time, an even sharper howl came from the depths of the jungle, which shook the birds and insects, as if sensing the danger of death.

Hearing the response, Severetail's eyes instantly turned bloody, and he took the group of gnolls in the camp to chase in the direction that Wu Bi had just left.

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