Wu carefully folded the blade of grass into several pieces, and then pulled out a palm-sized ancient turtle shell from the edge of the fire.

Throwing these grass stalks into the turtle shell, then holding them between his hands, closing his eyes slightly, muttering to himself, and calmly began to gently shake the turtle shell with both hands.

The few people next to him all held their breath and watched Wu's movements nervously.

Through this divination, the witch will decide how the tribe will respond to this event next.

As the witch gently chanted the inscrutable incantation, the elder grass also made a subtle collision sound in the turtle shell, and as the turtle shell shook gently, the yellow-green flames in the fire pit in front of the witch also seemed to be affected by something, and then swayed gently one after the other.

After shaking it gently several times, Wu casually scattered the grass from the turtle shell on the ground in front of him.

Wu stared at the elders with a solemn face, frowned slightly, and then stretched out a finger and stroked and pointed away one by one in the direction in which the elders were placed.

Everyone next to him was nervously watching Wu's movements at this time, waiting for the results of Wu's divination.

Finally, in the darkness, Wu Na's hoarse voice sounded a little solemnly: "The omen, there is no doubt, but there seems to be a twist in it, but it is not a big murder."

"Bad omen?" Several people's faces sank again, if it was indeed a bad omen, then it meant that it was very likely that not only a fierce beast would break into the hunting ground in the future, but the hunting of the tribe would suffer greater risks in the future.

But it is also fortunate that it is not a great omen, if it is a great omen, I am afraid that the existence of the tribe will be seriously threatened.

It's just that in the face of a single fierce beast, even the lowest-level Qinglin Leopard, it is not something that a few people can deal with, and the lowest-level fierce beasts almost have the strength of a real witch.

And now the hunters of the tribe are generally between the fifth and eighth levels, and the few people here are only ninth-level sorcerers even if they are the highest combat power of the tribe, and only the middle tribal leader Huo Ganggang is a tenth-level sorcerer, and he is still one step away from the real sorcerer.

For a fierce beast that really possessed the strength of the level of a witch, it would take at least two or three tenth-level witches to deal with it, but the entire tribe was only Huo Gang alone.

As for the existence of other ninth-level sorcerers and the like, it would be even more possible for more than four or five people.

In terms of the current situation of the Great Cliff Tribe, the Wu sitting in front of the fire pit can defeat the existence of the fierce beast alone, but the Wu must sit in the tribe, unless it is in some special times, it is impossible to go out to hunt.

If others want to avoid heavy casualties when they encounter a fierce beast, or even be able to kill it, they can only rely on a large enough number of people.

Otherwise, just like today, Mu Yong's team has eight people, the lowest level of which is a fifth-level wizard, and Mu Yong is a ninth-level wizard, but he still lost three people under the defenselessness, and the others were not lightly injured, so they barely escaped from the pursuit of Qinglin Leopard.

Huo Gang, who was sitting in the middle, took a deep breath slowly at this time, looked at Wu fixedly, and said, "If Wu confirms that this is the case, then our tribe will only be able to hunt according to the brigade in the future."

"Well, that's all for now!" Wu Sha said in a hoarse voice and nodded slowly.

After making a decision, several people could only walk out of the witch's house with gloomy faces, and then, the life of the tribe was not as good as before

On the second day, the Great Cliff tribe seemed to be covered with a faint cloud because of the events of the previous day;

Because from today onwards, all the hunters of the tribe are not allowed to go out hunting alone or in small groups, but must hunt collectively under the leadership of a ninth-level wizard as the captain of a large group.

Group hunting means that in most cases, everyone will have much less prey than when they used to hunt alone.

The vast majority of people are reluctant to do this, because many families do not have access to enough meat;

But everyone knows very well what happened yesterday, the family that lost three pillars of the family, and now there are still faint crying;

The three families lost their hunters, and their lives were sad, although they would not starve to death with the care of the tribe, but the meat they could obtain would be greatly reduced, and without enough meat, the children of the family would grow up slowly, and their strength would be weaker in the future

The results can be imagined

And in the current situation, if you form a large team to hunt, you may eat less meat, which is better than no meat to eat in the future

Moreover, if this is possible to hunt and kill a fierce beast, then the flesh of this fierce beast is a great tonic, even stronger than the medicinal herbs that replenish qi and refine the body, and if there is enough meat of the fierce beast to eat, it is not impossible to be lucky enough to upgrade to the level of a first-level wizard.

Fang Luoya naturally felt the strangeness of the tribal atmosphere, but for the time being, it was not his turn to worry about such a thing, what he could do was to follow Uncle Gang to practice with all his strength and improve his strength as soon as possible;

Only when his own strength is enough can he avoid the situation that Mu Yong is worried about, can he have the strength to gain a foothold in this world, and can he protect this new family and relatives.

According to Uncle Gang, people who have just succeeded in enlightening witches are generally first-level, and those with good qualifications can reach second-level witches, because of Fang Luoya's age and through the training of the past few days, he can barely be regarded as having the strength of second-level witches now, but he is still far from becoming a fifth-level wizard who can learn to hunt

You must know that the teenagers in the tribe at his age have basically reached the strength of level five or six or above, and they have all begun to officially participate in hunting.

"Huh, ha, huh, ha"

At this time, Fang Luoya was holding the wooden gun in his hand with both hands, his eyes staring at his front stubbornly, one shot at a time unhurriedly stabbing forward, and a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead slowly appeared;

It's been his sixth day of practice, and he's now basically getting the feel of the shot, and he's now able to ensure stability and accuracy in power and bearing, no matter which direction he's shooting from.

Uncle Gang, who was standing on the side, stared at Fang Luoya's posture and the direction of the gun, nodded slowly, a faint admiration flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

"Huhuhu" looked at Fang Luoya, who was panting but still maintaining a relative breathing rate, stopped the movements in his hand, and Uncle Gang said approvingly: "Okay, now you can start practicing combat with them!"

"Can you practice sparring?" Fang Luoya's face showed a look of surprise, he hadn't expected it to be so fast;

"I'm already more proficient in your spear stabbing skills and you're older, it's impossible to take your time one by one, you have to work hard, try to keep up with everyone's progress!"

Speaking of this, Uncle Gang's face was solemn, and he looked at Fang Luoya and said, "But you also have to understand, in this case, you will also work harder, and you must spend more time practicing every day than others, understand!"

"Yes, Uncle Gang, I understand!" Fang Luoya replied in a solemn voice: "No matter how hard it is, I can persevere!"

Fang Luoya, who had just started practicing fighting, was obviously a little unable to cope with it, and it was the weakest and younger Ka Ping among the teenagers who was practicing with him;

But Ka Ping, who was the weakest, was able to easily knock Fang Luoya down within four or five moves. But fortunately, Ka Ping's nature is quite kind, he has never mocked Fang Luoya, and he still takes a lot of care of Fang Luoya, and when he starts, he will generally restrain some strength.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!" Fang Luoya struggled to block Ka Ping's several blows, only to feel a burst of soreness in his hands;

Although his strength, speed, and sense have greatly improved since he became a witch, he is still significantly weaker in the face of someone like Kapin who has been enlightening for more than a year.

He can roughly judge the direction of Kapin's attack, and his speed can barely keep up, but it is not easy to block;

After blocking the connection a few more times, he was finally kicked in the stomach by Kapin and flew upside down.

"Hum is so weak" Looking at the scene in front of him, the teenagers next to him all showed disdain and ridicule on their faces, Fang Luoya was a year or two older than them, but he couldn't even cope with Kaping.

Listening to these taunts, Fang Luoya bit his lip slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he got up from the ground again, and continued to fight Ka Ping despite the pain;

Seeing that Fang Luoya was knocked down again and again, and even sometimes covered his stomach and couldn't get up on the ground, but he didn't give up at all, Uncle Gang on the side nodded slowly, although the young man in front of him started late, but his temperament was quite tenacious;

"Ah" Fang Luoya snorted in pain, and for a moment he was caught off guard, he was hit in the right arm by Ka Ping's stick, and the short stick in his hand fell to the ground in response.

Ka Ping on the opposite side obviously didn't expect that his stick would be so serious, he had already deliberately controlled his strength, but looking at Fang Luoya's painful appearance with his face wrinkled, a trace of worry flashed on his face, and he said nervously: "Fang Luoya, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay" Fang Luoya covered his right elbow and shook his head with a forced smile, he knew very well that Ka Ping was very sympathetic to not using all his strength now, but it was just that he happened to be hit by the numb tendon at the elbow joint!

Seeing that Fang Luoya only eased down slightly, and then returned to normal, Ka Ping's honest face showed a relieved look, and said with a smile: "Come on, let's continue!"

"Okay, go on!" Fang Luoya looked at Ka Ping opposite with some gratitude, and nodded.