The cold fire is a great joy.

Because this sound is the horn used by the Kaolin people during collective hunting. They use this sound to connect with each other, drive out the beasts of the forest, and kill them.

Since this kind of voice has reached the ears, the other party must be not far away. Leng Huo hurriedly shouted, "Huha, help." Phew, help!"

Although there is a strong wind, the cry for help may not be able to pass, but the cold fire finally has a glimmer of hope for survival. Even if there is no hope, Leng Huo will put in a hundred times the effort.

Suddenly, a wooden stick burst out of the forest, hitting the saber-toothed tiger's back. The tiger let out a cry of pain and hurriedly jumped aside.

However, a succession of wooden sticks flew from not far away, making a roaring whistle, and immediately the two saber-toothed tigers fled in embarrassment, not caring about the attention of the cold fire.

At this moment, a wooden stick fell at the feet of Cold Fire. When he picked it up, he found that the stick was very smooth and smooth, and the most important thing was that there was a very sharp stone tied to the tip of the stick.

The sharp stones are tied with rattan between them, and they are very strong. Cold Fire had never seen such an attack before, and he thought it was very novel.

However, the disadvantages of this method are obvious. Because the front end of the stick is tied with a heavier stone, the stick is top-heavy, and the accuracy must be very poor. Just now, more than 20 wooden sticks were shot, but only a few of the seven or eight shot at the tiger, which can be seen from this.

While Leng Huo was thinking about it, the group of people had already walked over. The group numbered about seventy or eighty people, dressed in the traditional linen clothes of the Kaolin people, and several of them carried flying deer on their shoulders. Obviously, this is a tribal hunting party. The men first picked up all the sticks on the ground without pulling them, and then turned to face the cold fire.

"Hey, this guy is covered in blood, and he's still holding our javelins in a daze, is he stupid or what?" a rough voice woke up the cold fire in a daze.

Leng Huo returned the short sword to the sheath, held the wooden stick in both hands, and handed it back to the other party. Then, Leng Huo tore off his shirt and prepared to bandage the wound. The whole process was calmly moved, as if the wound was not his.

However, one of the other party stopped the cold fire and took out some prepared plant ash to help the cold fire apply it to the wound. In the Kaolin tribe, it is already common knowledge that plant ash can stop bleeding. However, whether or not they can be healed and earn back their lives depends on each person's luck and creation.

Leng Huo smiled gratefully.

It was the first time in two years that Leng Huo smiled. Since Tie Feng and Hua Bai took the initiative to die in order to save food. Leng Huo didn't smile anymore.

And this time, Leng Huo escaped death, and he couldn't help but be happy.

Immediately, the cold fire opened the package. There was a sudden exclamation of "huh" from the side. Leng Huo didn't care, he held a saber-toothed tiger's fur, and said, "You drove away the saber-toothed tiger and saved my life." Please accept this gift. ”

"Hey, we saved you, but we never thought of reciprocating. The man said politely, but he was honestly polite when he started to move, he directly shook off the tiger skin and touched it, smiling from ear to ear.

Coldly and speechlessly, he looked at the other party's show, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a person next to him shouted: "Okay, deer tongue, put away the tiger skin." Then, the man said to Leng Huo: "You seem to have a tooth in your baggage that is particularly long, can you take it out and let me take a look." ”

The man who spoke was a burly man, a head taller than the average Kaolin people, and stood there as majestic as a hill. It can be seen that this person has great authority among the people. As soon as he spoke, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and they all stared at the cold fire with surprised eyes.

"Good!" Leng Huo agreed very cheerfully. He had nothing of value in his baggage except for a spear and a dagger. What's more, what this person said is cold, and he knows it in his heart, it is the tooth of the tyrannosaurus.

Leng Huo handed the Tyrannosaurus tooth, which was more than twenty centimeters long, to the other party, and the man immediately gasped. The teeth of the Tyrannosaurus rex are distinctive, it is neither cylindrical nor elongated and flat. The teeth of the tyrannosaurus rex are diamond-shaped in cross-section, with fine serrations on all sides. It's a heavy start.

The man played for a long time, and suddenly said, "My name is Fierce Claw, who are you?"

"Cold fire. ”

Fierce Claw asked solemnly: "Cold Fire, if I am not mistaken, this is the tooth of the tyrannosaurus, and it is the tooth of the tyrannosaurus in the prime of life." How did you get there?"

Cold Fire recounted how he climbed up the mountain wall, dug through the boulder, and smashed off the two teeth of the Tyrannosaurus. There's nothing thrilling about it, but even this kind of flat and straightforward narration silences everyone. Even in the sense of the crowd, even the wind that raged through the forest became much less.

"You dare to hunt a tyrannosaurus, I'm really convinced. "Deertongue is a straightforward fellow. As he spoke, he was about to re-stuff the tiger skin into the cold fire. But how can the cold fire be willing. You must know that Leng Huo is a bold man by nature, if it weren't for the fact that he would have used these two weapons for hunting. Don't say that a mere tiger skin, what is a spear and a short sword?

Although the performance of the deer tongue is exaggerated, there are reasons for it.

In the drizzly forest, the Tyrannosaurus rex is the rightful king. If you want to eat that, you can eat that, and the Gaoling people saw the footprints of the tyrannosaurus and fled in fright. Who dares to run into a cave in the middle of the night and stab a tyrannosaurus with a spear like Leng Huo, this is no longer bold enough to describe!

The fierce claw returned the dragon tooth to the cold fire, and solemnly invited, "You are not lightly injured, why don't you go to our tribe to cultivate for a while, how about it?"

Leng Huo touched the tail of the rain, only to feel that the humidity was abnormal. Cold Fire knew that this was a sign of heavy rain. And he was wounded, and he was not good at walking, and if he were alone in the wilderness, he would have been difficult.

So, Leng Huo readily agreed.

On the way, Leng Huo realized that Fierce Claw, Deer Tongue and the others did not hear his cry for help, but that Leng Huo's location was right on their way home.

It can be said that this encounter was extremely coincidental.

Fierce Claw and the others knew that there was rain today and still went out to hunt, because the life of the Gaoling people was not easy, and there was not much food at home.

And this time, they went out early, hunted for two hours before the rain, and shot a few flying deer, which was not without a small supplement to the tribe's belly.

Fierce Paw claims that they are from the Antler tribe, and then inquires about Leng Huo's tribe, and laughs and says that he wants to marry his sister to Leng Huo's tribe. At this time, Leng Huo realized that the valley tribe he was in was isolated from the world, and none of them claimed to be.

In fact, only ethnic groups that are in constant contact with outsiders will have a unified self-designation. The people of the valley are isolated from the rest of the world, and only exchange for some necessities when the annual caravan arrives, so they do not have a unified name.

Leng Huo's mind was racing, and he came up with a name in an instant. "Wooden Shield Tribe, I am from the Wooden Shield Tribe. ”

He said to himself in his heart, from now on, I am a cold fire from the Mudun tribe.