"You're going to join the hunting party?" asked Rock Hammer, the first warrior of the Hammer Tribe, with wide eyes and a strange expression.

"That's right!" Leon nodded, "I want to hunt with you." ”

After a few days of getting along and observing, Leon found that the situation of the Hammer tribe was quite difficult, although the hunting team composed of tribal warriors went out to hunt every day, but the harvest was not large, and some teams even returned empty-handed.

There are about 300 members of the Hammer Tribe, most of whom are old men, women and children, and there are only about 70 adult men, some of whom usually stay in the camp and some go out to hunt.

Although the elders and women often went out to gather wild vegetables and fruits, their harvest was far from sufficient to feed the entire tribe, and most of the food was dependent on hunting teams.

This is the reason why most of the Hammer tribe is malnourished, and even the tribal warriors cannot eat, and only the core combat force of the Rock Hammer and the clan's shaman Elder Monstein can barely ensure enough supplies.

Leon also accidentally learned that the meat porridge he ate every day was originally only used to supply Elder Munstan, and the rice used to cook the porridge was exchanged for animal skins to the Terran merchants, which was the most precious food among the tribe.

And Elder Munstein has been eating wild vegetables and gnawing bones with ordinary clansmen these days.

When Leon learned all this, he could no longer sit back and enjoy the food that Aunt Bear cooked and brought every day, and it was a shame for him to eat and drink for nothing.

"Did the Elder agree?" Rock Hammer asked again.

"Of course!" Leon glared at him, "I don't want to eat and drink for nothing, I can hunt for food like you!"

In the orc tribe, there are two chiefs of the tribe, one is the highest shaman, and the other is the most powerful warrior or samurai, the former is the spiritual leader and internal affairs administrator of the tribe, and the latter is in control of the tribe's force.

The Hammer Tribe used to be a large tribe, with tens of thousands of clansmen, a dozen shamans and hundreds of beast soul warriors at its most glorious time, but with the continuous rise of the southern elves, the beast tribe has been repeatedly suppressed and violated, and its territory has continued to shrink and migrate north to avoid it.

In the process, the Hammer Tribe suffered a heavy blow, and almost all the shamans and samurai in the tribe were killed in battle, and now it has been reduced to a small tribe on the verge of extinction, leaving only the last shaman, and the beast soul warrior is even more devoid.

To make matters worse, the Hammer Tribe is now under threat from enemies, and a goblin tribe is searching for them in the forest.

The goblins are the vassals of the elves, the most loyal lackeys, and the vanguard of the Orcs, who often raid the Orcs tribe, kill the elderly and children, plunder the adult Orcs as slaves and even sell them to the Terrans.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the Hammer Tribe as an internal and external predicament, it is like a small ship in the ocean, which may capsize at any time.

But Leon did not leave the boat to find another place of safety, although the Hammer Tribe was weak, but it not only saved Leon, but also accepted Leon with a warm embrace, allowing Leon to survive in this dangerous and strange world.

So he made up his mind to be with the Hammer Tribe, participating in the hunt was only the first step, and when the enemy attacked, he would also draw the Tiger Thorn Saber and fight with the tribal warriors, even if it cost his life!

A real man, if you don't do something, you must do something!

"It's okay to participate in the hunt, but I'm going to test your strength first, as the leader of the hunting party, I need to know the strength of each member. Rock Hammer smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Good!"

Leon agreed, took off his shirt and stood in the small square.

He also wanted to compete with Rock Hammer to see what level of strength he had in this world.

The melee force of the beast clan includes two categories: brute warriors and beast soul warriors, and the brute warriors belong to the low-end force, which is divided into six levels of body refining, the first level of stone skin, the second level of rock muscle, the third level of strong tendons, the fourth level of iron bones, the fifth level of great strength and the sixth level of condensation.

And the strength of the rock hammer is level four, and he is the strongest brute warrior in the mad hammer tribe.

Ever since he had accidentally traveled here, Leon had found himself far bigger and stronger than before, and he had secretly tried it and found that he could easily lift hundreds of pounds of boulders, which was unimaginable before.

Rock Hammer untied the battle axe from his back and walked to the opposite side of Leon, standing still a dozen meters away from him.

The warriors of the hunting party spontaneously gathered around, and the playful bear children found that there was a lot of excitement to see, and they ran over with cheers, adding a lot of noise and excitement to this little competition.

Rock Hammer spat on his furry palms, rubbed them vigorously, and leaned forward slightly, assuming a fighting posture.

The first warrior of the Hammer Tribe stared straight at Leon, his eyes becoming sharp and ferocious, and an invisible aura emanated from him.

Leon was secretly frightened, this rock hammer was really unusual, and he really didn't know how powerful the warriors and warriors who were far more powerful than him were.

"Come!" Leon spread his arms, and the muscles in his body bulged under the force, and the veins pulsed under the epidermis.

"Hey!"

The rock hammer didn't say a word of nonsense, and suddenly pounced on Leon with a loud shout!

His pounce was very ferocious, as fast as a hungry tiger pounced, and his strong body brought the sound of whistling wind, and pounced in front of Leon in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Leon didn't dodge the rock hammer's blow, and rushed forward against the other party, and the two humanoid beasts collided with all their strength with a dull roar, causing the surrounding tribal warriors to exclaim in unison.

No one backed down, and Leon's arms wrapped around Rock Hammer's chest and abdomen, and Rock Hammer's palms wrapped around Leon's waist.

The two of them exerted their strength almost at the same time, and Leon's face turned red, and he tried to twist the rock hammer to the ground with all his strength.

But he obviously underestimated the power of the rock hammer, and instead of achieving his goal, he was lifted up by the rock hammer!

Leon, with his feet off the ground, noticed that something was wrong, and immediately let go of his arms and curled up his legs, stepped on the body of the rock hammer, and kicked it suddenly.

This move surprised the rock hammer, and he took several steps back in a row, and Leon took the opportunity to get rid of the other party's control.

"Good!" Rock Hammer gave Leon a thumbs up, a gesture of admiration and admiration that would apply in this world as well.

As soon as the two sides separated slightly, they immediately bumped into each other again, and the battle had just begun!

Leon found that the strength of the rock hammer was still above his own, especially the copper skin and iron bones of his body were even stronger, and he smashed it hard with a punch, which was not much different from tickling the other party, and if the rock hammer's punch hit him, it would definitely not be pleasant.

The fists were to the flesh, the muffled sound was like thunder, and the fierce battle between the two made the blood of the tribal warriors boil, and the applause came and went.

After a few rounds of fighting, Leon also saw the biggest weakness of the rock hammer, which was more than strength but not enough skill, straight and not good at using legs and feet to attack, far weaker than the fighting skills that Leon learned from the army.

On several occasions, Leon had chances to knock him to the canvas in one fell swoop, but he was gently let go.

Boom!

The rock hammer's shoulder slammed into Leon's chest, sending him flying straight away, staggering and landing several meters away, almost falling to the ground.

"No, you're better than me!" Leon gasped to stabilize his body, touching his chest and smiling bitterly.

The shoulder hit was hard enough, and he almost lost his breath, and there was a faint pain in his chest, but fortunately he didn't break his ribs, and this brute bear really didn't know what politeness was.

Seeing Rock Hammer's victory, the onlookers all let out cheers, and in their eyes, Rock Hammer's victory was taken for granted!

Rock Hammer shook his head, stepped over to Leon's side, and stretched out his fist.

This ritual Leon had seen that when the tribal warriors went out hunting, they would have their fellow campers left behind to punch each other, and it represented friendship, trust, courage, and confidence in victory.

Now, Rock Hammer stretched out his fist to him, meaning that the other party had accepted him as a member of the hunting party.

The two powerful fists collided in the air, and the original honest smile appeared on the bear face of the rock hammer again: "Brother Leon, welcome to join our hunting team!"

"Thank you!" Leon laughed.

Rock Hammer took a step forward, lowered his head into his ear and whispered, "I know you're asking me, come back next time!"

This guy isn't stupid!" Leon smiled, but the other party's straightforward surname was exactly what he liked.

In fact, the men of the Hammer tribe are all so affectionate, they are bold and generous, upright and simple, never intrigue and calculate each other, and the usual distribution of material supply tasks is all under the arrangement of Elder Munstein and Rock Hammer, and no one has ever expressed any dissatisfaction.

Perhaps it is this unity that has allowed the Hammer Tribe to survive in the treacherous forest without being completely wiped out until now.

"Brothers, let's go!" Rock Hammer shouted with his fist raised.

"Okay!" dozens of bear men responded in unison, and the sound was like thunder.

The sun had just risen, and the brilliant sunlight had dispelled the thin morning mist that shrouded the forest, and the originally hazy scenery became clearer, and the birds in the forest chirped more and more cheerfully.

The hunting party of forty warriors bid farewell to their tribal relatives and walked out of the village to embark on a hunting journey.

Leon took a wooden shuttle from Rock Hammer's hand, but politely refused another dagger—it was another metal weapon that Rock Hammer had with him, and his tiger stabbing saber was certainly much better than this crude dagger.

As he was leaving, Leon saw the figure of Elder Munstan, who leaned against the door of the hut and watched the hunting party until they completely disappeared into the woods.