"Purr ~ Purr ~ "

The Hammer Tribe's bear-man warriors blew a pitch-black horn, and a muffled voice came from the horn that spread far away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a leather tent, a large bone stick was thrown out and smashed into the horn-blowing bearman's head. The big bone stick fell to the ground, the thickness of a human leg, and it was gnawed cleanly, and even the scratches left by the sharp teeth could be seen.

The smashed bear man touched his head, smiled innocently, didn't care, and once again raised the horn and blew it hard.

"Purr ~ Purr ~ "

The tents in the tribe were finally lifted one by one, and the bear-man warriors who were still sleeping in the tents finally came out with disgruntled looks.

A black-haired bear-man warrior walked out of the tent facing the horn, and I saw him swing his shoulders and twist his waist and walk out, staring at the horn-playing bearman with a stubborn look on his face.

"You idiot, it's not noon yet, why are you blowing the horn?" the black bear man stepped forward and snatched the horn, his thick bear claws grabbed the horn and broke it hard, and the strong horn was directly broken into two pieces by him and then fell to the ground hard.

The horn was made from the horns of some kind of beast, and it was very hard, but in the hands of this bear-man warrior, it broke like an ordinary wooden stick.

"You can't sleep well even in winter, haven't the warriors already hunted enough food for the tribe to survive the winter?" another bear-man warrior also came out of the tent, dissatisfiedly wearing a half-worn leather armor, which seemed small and tight on his body, but he tied it very carefully and carefully.

"Thorn, can you not know how to sleep all day long? The other tribes are laughing at us bear people for being a bunch of stupid bears who can only eat and sleep, don't you care at all?" A female bear man walked over, her hands on her waist, and an iron rod on her back, the surface of the iron bar was very rough, and it looked like it was some years old.

The warrior known as the Thorn bear man scratched his chest helplessly, pouted and said, "Let them go, the bear man should have slept in winter, what can I do?"

"Really, what if the tribe's food for the winter is lost again?" the female bear-man stepped forward and punched Thorn in the chest.

Thorne, who was bulky, was punched two steps back by her!

"What? food for the winter? no...... Which damn thief is it? Get him out and punish him according to the rules of the tribe...... By the way, how do the rules of the tribe punish him?" Thorn was furious when he heard this.

"He was not allowed to rest in the winter, but to go out and hunt ten times as many prey. A bear warrior who had just come out of the tent next to him said helplessly.

"That's right, he's going to punish him for hunting ten times as much prey!" Thorn roared, then smiled awkwardly and whispered, "Of course I remember the rules, yes, I just forgot about it." ”

"What if it wasn't stolen by the tribesmen?" asked the female bear, leaning forward with her hands on her hips and staring at Thorn with a pair of dead eyes.

"Not from the tribe?" Thorn was puzzled for a moment, then laughed loudly, "This is impossible, who else but the warriors of the tribe will steal the grain we have stored?"

"No, those fools won't steal it, they can survive for half a month even if they eat grass. ”

"Werewolf...... Damn, it's possible, but didn't we teach them a hard lesson two years ago?"

"Or is it the Lion Tribe? the proud bunch of fools who think they're the heirs of the noblest bloodline of the Orcs?"

The bear-man warriors who came out of the tent laughed as if they had heard some extremely funny joke.

Thorne waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly, "If it's a lion, it doesn't hurt to give it to them, I'd love to see how those proud guys steal things." Don't be too nervous, Bidia, it's just a little bit of food anyway, and we have a lot of stockpiles. ”

"Oh, yes, we've got plenty of food, enough to get through this winter. But ......"

Bidia took a sharp step forward, her chest almost touching Thorn's, "What if you lose the honey collected by the Purple Poison Honeycomb?"

"Honey??" Thorn was stunned for a moment, then reacted, with an angry look on his face: "Who! the hell that bastard dared to come to our tribe to steal honey! Damn stupid thief, he actually stole honey from the purple poisonous honeycomb...... Oh my God, that's the baby I got back at the risk of being stung all over my head!"

Thorn turned and ran back into the tent, and when he came out again, he was already holding a double-headed rod of wolf's teeth, which was covered with sharp spikes.

"Call the warriors of the tribe and go out with me to kill the stupid thief who stole the honey!" Thorn yelled at the bear-man warriors gathered outside.

"Haha, now I know I'm nervous, but do you know who stole it?" Bidia laughed as she looked at Thorn mockingly.

"It doesn't matter who he is, sweep all the nearby tribes, it's always them. Anyway, I'd have seen them unpleasantly for a long time, and if Daddy hadn't been holding me back, I would have bulldozed their tribe a few years ago!" Thorn said with a look of anger on his face.

Bidia stretched out her paw and slapped her face, and said helplessly: "Wake up, how could they steal our honey?

"As the chief of our tribe, can you grow some brains?"

"Bidia is right!" an old voice suddenly sounded at this time, and I saw a hunched bear man walking slowly out on crutches.

"Shaman!"

When all the bears around him saw him, they all bent down and saluted, looking respectful.

Except for Thorn......

Thorn pursed his lips, looked at the old shaman and said, "Daddy, don't you think they didn't steal it?"

"......No," the shaman shook his head, "I mean, you really should have a brain. ”

Thorn: "......"

"What time is it?" asked the shaman, walking up to Thorn, cocking his slightly hunched back, as he looked at him.

"Uh, noon?" Thorn looked at the sky.

Boom!

The shaman slammed the cane in his hand and knocked on Thorn's head, gritting his teeth and saying, "The day after tomorrow is going to be the day of worship!

After saying that, the shaman shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, this is not bad, at least your strength is enough to suppress the surrounding tribes." With you, our Hammer Tribe will be able to maintain stability for at least fifty years. ”

"Fifty years, no, if I am here, I can at least ensure the stability and prosperity of the Iron Hammer Tribe for a hundred years!" Thorn raised his chin and said with a smug expression, "Daddy, I want to become a Saint-Rank Bear Man!"

"Holy City of Nagrand! I'm going to go to Nagrand after becoming a Holy Order, and make a name for us in the Iron Hammer Tribe. ”

The shaman shook his head and sighed, took out a black water bladder with his left hand, unplugged it, and carefully poured it onto his fingers.

I saw golden mucus flowing out of the black-skinned water bladder, and the air was suddenly filled with a rich honey fragrance.

"Purple Poison Queen Honey!" Thorn and the other bear people salivated as they focused their eyes on the shaman's fingers.

"Yes, Purple Poison Queen Honey! This is the most delicious honey our tribe has preserved, originally I wanted to use the ordinary honey you collected from the Purple Poison Honeycomb to worship my ancestors, but now that it has been stolen...... Then we had to use what we had in stock. The shaman looked at the drop of honey on his finger with a very reluctant expression, and then put his finger into his mouth in front of all the bears, and sucked it hard.

"Daddy, give me a little ...... A little bit is fine......" Thorn said salivating as he looked at the shaman in a flattering tone.

The shaman carefully licked a drop of golden honey off his finger, and then slammed Thorn's head with his cane: "No! not a drop! And you are not allowed to trouble other tribes at this time...... We of the Iron Hammer tribe only perform an ancestor worship ceremony once every five years, and we are absolutely not allowed to be affected by other things. ”

"Bidia, from today onwards, you personally take care of the tribe's reserves for the winter, and you will definitely not be allowed to lose them again. The shaman turned and left, commanding at the same time.

"Yes, Shaman!" said Bidia respectfully.

In the orc tribe, the status of the shaman is extremely revered, and if the chief is a symbol of tribal strength, then the shaman is a symbol of spiritual faith.

A tribe may overthrow a chief for some reason, but there has never been a sanction of a shaman.

"Is there anything else going on? Could it be that the horn is sounded just to get us back to sleep?" said Thorn, scratching his scalp and looking confused.

Bidia kicked Thorn on the knee and said viciously, "As a chief, can't you be a little responsible, can you do anything else for the tribe besides fighting?"

"Of course, don't forget that I got the honey from the Purple Poison Hive. Thorne patted his knee casually and said nonchalantly.

"You are not allowed to sleep tonight, guard the warehouse with me, I want to see who dares to come to our Hammer Tribe to steal things!" Bidia reached out and grabbed Thorn's arm and twisted it vigorously.

Thorn snorted in pain, then looked at Bidia and said, "Bidya......"

"Dare to say no and try!" Bidia still stared at Thorn viciously.

"But we're not married yet, is it really good to have a tryst on the big night?" Thorn smiled innocently, but there was a hint of frivolity in his eyes.

"Die!" Bidia twisted Thorn's arm again, but her expression became a little twisted.

"Remember, ...... night," Bidia snorted, letting go of Thorn's arm and turning away, repeating again as she left.

Looking at Bidia's back, Thorn's face became calm, and the previous honesty and frivolity were all gone.

Thorn rubbed his chin with his paws and muttered to himself, "Dare to come to the Hammer Tribe to steal things, but only honey?" Is it true that he only stole honey, or is there something else that has not been discovered...... )