In the last month of summer, the low weeds of the moorland are full of heavy grass seeds, and flocks of moose eat the grass seeds all day long, eating round bodies and thick and dense fur.

A moose weighs seven or eight hundred pounds, and the largest moose will weigh more than a thousand pounds. Moose, both male and female, have large, sharp antlers on their heads, and even bloodthirsty steppenwolves do not dare to provoke adult moose easily.

According to the barbarian tradition, during this month, the tribe members of the tribe are all out to hunt the moose herd. Moose meat is smoked and preserved, and is the main food for the stomach during the long and cold winter months.

In the memories of Hachima, the elder of the Blackstone Tribe, there was a year when it didn't rain for a long time in the summer, and the whole wasteland was filled with the smell of dry earth. That year, the tribe did not hunt enough moose meat for the winter, and many old people and children did not survive until the ice and snow melted, and returned to the embrace of the totem.

"Totem bless! The kids encircled the moose herd! Elder Xiyi was dressed in a leather robe, standing side by side with Elder Bama on a high slope, shouting excitedly.

"Well, this winter, the tribe shouldn't be starving." Elder Eight Ma didn't seem to have a little joy and said insincerely.

"Hachima, I know what you're thinking, you don't like Blackstone Wuge, and you don't want to marry your granddaughter Nari to him!" Elder Xiyi said.

"Xiyi, the two of us have known each other for decades, we have been shooting gophers and chasing hares together since we were children, my granddaughter is your granddaughter, do you think I should marry my granddaughter Nari to Blackstone Wuge?" Hachima glanced at Xiyi and continued in a low voice: "Heishi Wuge already has more than a dozen wives, why do you still want to occupy my granddaughter Nari? Besides, Nari doesn't love Heishi Wuge, she has been friendly with Iron Tiger since she was a child, and she was assigned to Iron Tiger by the previous leader as his wife, and you were also present at the time, pointing to the totem and swearing, is what I said false? ”

Xiyi frowned and said, "The previous leader is dead, what's the use of what he said?" Blackstone Wuge is the strongest warrior in the tribe, and he is also the leader, according to the rules of our barbarians, the leader can marry whoever he wants, and marry as many wives as he wants! ”

"Xiyi, forget it! What rules are there now? You're just afraid of the Blackstone Ugh! He was the child born to a robbed woman, is it not certain that we are the seed of the Blackstone tribe, and if according to the rules of the tribe, shouldn't our elders be responsible for distributing the hunt and loot? Totem didn't give this right to Blackstone Wuge. Look at it, after this hunt, you will definitely get as much moose meat as your tribesmen! Hachima said disdainfully.

Xiyi's face was cold, and then he spread his hands again, and said with a smile: "The warriors in the tribe worship the Black Stone Wuge, what can I do?" ”

Hachima didn't answer, looking at the crowd of hunters in the distance with a gloomy face, and whispered to himself, "It would be nice if the black stone Wuge died suddenly during the hunt." ”

"What did you say?" Xiyi's slitting eyes suddenly became sharp. The murder of a clan leader is considered by the barbarians to be the most unforgivable felony, and all participants and their families and friends, men, women, and children, are cut off and thrown into Steppenwolf's burrows, where they are left to be devoured by wolves.

"I mean, these moose are fat!" Hachima looked at the hunting ground in the distance and said loudly.

This hunting ground was snatched from the raven tribe by the warriors led by Blackstone Wuge, and there was a gourd-shaped valley in the hunting ground, and a large herd of moose was driven into the gourd-shaped valley, densely huddled together, and screamed.

The warriors of the Blackstone tribe blocked the mouth of the valley, and from time to time threw the stone spears in their hands to drive the moose back into the valley as they tried to break through.

The barbarians did not know how to smelt metal, so they could only make spears from flint and swords from hard animal bones, and these crude weapons were terrifyingly lethal under the wielding of their great power.

On the flat ground not far from the valley mouth, a barbarian with a hideous scar on his face was hunched on the ground, and Blackstone Wuge sat comfortably on the back of a scar-faced barbarian, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, and was drinking cassava wine from the bowl in one gulp, and a plump barbarian woman was standing beside Blackstone Wuge with a leather bag containing wine in both hands.

Twenty-two years old, the lines of his face as hard as a knife and axe, and his body was full of knotted muscles and muscles, and seemed to be full of endless power.

"Iron Tiger, how do you say you should divide the moose hunted this time?" Blackstone Wuge asked.

"Chief, I don't know, you can divide it however you say." The Scarface Barbarian lay motionless on the ground and replied very respectfully.

The Scarface Barbarian is called Iron Tiger, and his father was the previous leader of the Blackstone Tribe. The barbarian tribe re-elects its leader every ten years, and if the current leader chooses to quit, he can be reappointed as the elder of the clan, and the status of the elder can be hereditary, and he also has a certain right to speak in the clan. However, Iron Tiger's father was a typical barbarian, stubborn and belligerent, and he was in the prime of life at the time, and after easily defeating two challengers, he was strangled to death by the young Blackstone Wuge in a duel with one hand raised in mid-air. Iron Tiger was then transformed from the only son of the noble leader to the slave of the new leader.

When the Black Stone Wuge slept at night, the Iron Tiger stood outside the leather tent and stayed guard; When hunting in the wild, the Iron Tiger is the seat of the Black Stone Warrior. Iron Tiger seems to be very resigned to his fate, and has never disobeyed the powerful Blackstone Wuge in the slightest.

"Iron Tiger, you are smarter than those foolish elders, and the weak can only survive in the wasteland if they obey the strong. The rules of our barbarians are simple, the strong are respected. I defeated your father, and I became the leader of the Blackstone. I led the warriors to victory over the Raven Tribe, and their women and hunting grounds belonged to our Blackstone Tribe. ”

After Heishi Wuge finished speaking, he drank the cassava wine in the dry bowl in one gulp, laughed and hugged the woman beside him in his arms, and a pair of big hands reached into the woman's leather robe, caressing up and down wantonly. "Nari, you are the best-looking doe in the tribe, how about being my bride tonight?"

Nari was touched to the red-faced and hot, lowered her head in humiliation, and muttered "Don't, don't ......"

"Don't?" Kuroishi Wuge laughed maniacally, rubbing Nari's chest harder.

Nari's hair was disheveled, her head hung lower, and her gaze fell on Iron Tiger's face. A cold light flashed in Tiehu's eyes, but the expression on his face was always wooden.

A stout barbarian warrior, holding a stone spear, walked up to the black stone vulge, stroked his chest and saluted, saying, "Chief, the time has come. ”

According to the tradition of the Blackstone tribe, the first moose hunted in the summer is killed by the leader's own hands, and the chest is peeled open and the heart of the deer is still beating one bite at a time.

Blackstone Wuge threw down Nari in his arms, stood up, patted the stout warrior's shoulder, and said, "Akdun, your youngest son is five years old this year, right?" After this hunt, you will be given a moose hind leg, which is the fattest meat, and after this winter your youngest son will be able to eat as strong as a little wolf. ”

A barbarian warrior like Akdun was not very good at expressing emotions, and after listening to Blackstone Wuge's words, his heart was grateful, but the expression on his face was still stiff. "Blackstone Wuge, the hind leg meat of moose has always been distributed to the elders, and if you give it to me, they will be unhappy."

"Our Blackstone tribe fought in the wasteland, relying on the brave warriors of the clan, what can the elders do if they are not happy? Cut off the stag's crotch in a moment, and each elder will have one piece, and maybe their little wives will be grateful to me. Heishi Wuge looked at the dozen or so tribal elders on the high slope in the distance and said indifferently.

Akdun's brain also seemed to be full of muscles, and he couldn't understand the profound meaning of this sentence with his wisdom, so he pointed to a male moose that rushed out of the gourd valley, and said firmly: "Heishi Wuge, this deer must be more than a thousand catties, you should be careful." ”

Blackstone Wuge nodded to Akdun, but did not speak, and then strode in the direction of the male moose.

Blackstone Ug's mother was snatched from other barbarian tribes, and she died the year after giving birth to Blackstone Ug. Blackstone Ug did not know who his biological father was, and at the age of eight he followed the adult warriors of his clan to hunt. The wind and frost in the wasteland tempered his physique, and the bloody hunt tempered his will after years of bloody hunting.

By the time he reached the age of fifteen, he had become the best warrior in his tribe, and killing wolves and fighting bears with his bare hands was as easy for him as eating and drinking. The moose that rushed in from a distance was nothing more than a moving pile of meat in the eyes of Blackstone Ug.

A gust of wind blew, and the black stone Wuge was drunk, and he actually felt a little dizzy.

Most of the barbarian men were addicted to alcohol, and the Black Stone Vuge drank a lot of wine, and could drink three or four skins of wine in a row without getting drunk, but today it is very strange.

Nari looked at the black stone Wuge who walked away, his face was neither sad nor joyful, his right hand shrunk into the sleeve of the leather robe, and some residual red powder was gently popped out from between his fingernails, and when it was blown by the wind, it drifted away without a trace.

The Iron Tiger was still hunched over, lying motionless on the ground.

With a burst of cheers, the rushing male moose was grabbed by the antlers with both hands by the Black Stone Ug, and the two sides were engaged in a fierce wrestling.

The muscles on Blackstone Wuge's arms bulged like mountains, and the blood veins in his whole body flowed at high speed, and bursts of hot air came out of his head.

The male moose's nostrils spewed white foam outward, its body was pushed back little by little, and its four hooves cut two shallow grooves in the ground, and perhaps in the next moment, it would be pressed to the ground by the young leader, and then its neck would be broken.

The warriors of the tribe waved their weapons and let out a rough roar from their mouths to cheer on their young and brave leader.

A red moth suddenly appeared in front of Blackstone Wuge's eyes, one became two, and two became three, more and more, obscuring his vision.

"Weird." Blackstone Wuge's eyes were red, and he fainted.

The male moose felt the pressure light, and his four hooves violently exerted force, and suddenly flew up the body of the black stone Wuge, which was about to go limp.

With a thud, Blackstone Wug fell heavily from the air to the ground, and the male moose seemed to have gone berserk, and four huge iron hooves kept kicking on Blackstone Wuge's body.

In an instant, Blackstone Wuge's arm was kicked off, his leg was kicked off, and a bloody hole was kicked out of his head, gushing blood.

The warriors of the Blackstone tribe rushed forward in a panic, and countless stone spears stabbed the male moose's body, and the male moose fell in mourning.

Nari said coldly to Tiehu, "You can stand up." ”