People had to bow their heads under the low eaves.

The rock still understands, although he has cultivated by himself now, it is really not worth mentioning, compared with the ten warriors of the rock tribe, he is still a lamb to be slaughtered, and he is a weak mess.

"Come back with me!"

Dashi suddenly drove the horse to the rock, bent down and reached out to grab the rock, picked it up and pressed it on the horse's back, it was really like lifting a weak chicken.

The rock tensed, and the broken knife did not fall after all.

Even the short knife that was already in his arms was quietly released.

In this way, he was carried back to the Rock Tribe.

"Get him something to eat, and welcome back our thirteenth warrior!"

Dashi put the rock down on the horse's back and said this.

At the same time, the rock also saw the cows not far away, and the cows probed their brains, and the panicked Iwazo.

The rock realized that Oishi must have known about killing Iwagen's father and son.

But the old fox didn't say anything, and he didn't mean to blame.

Instead, he brought himself back to the Rock Tribe in such a domineering way to show his attitude, and the Rock was the thirteenth warrior of the Rock Tribe.

No, it should be the Eleventh Warrior, because his father, Ah Da and Iwone, is gone.

The people of the Rock tribe show enough respect for the rocks, and all the warriors have the same thing, and they come and go freely, and no one restricts themselves.

The people of the Great Wilderness are as realistic, especially in this world of the jungle, and they respect the warriors.

After all, the rocks are warriors of the present and the future.

And the father and son of Iwane are dead, and the one who died is not a warrior.

Because the warriors of the Great Wilderness are more than just fighting.

It is also to protect the clansmen.

The tribe needs such warriors, and that's the value.

Regardless of whether what Iwasan said back was true or not, the fear in Iwasan was completely different from the performance of Rock at this moment.

The warriors of the Rock Tribe have been on the battlefield for a long time and have seen everything.

Although the rock is immature, that kind of composure can only be experienced after killing.

How could they not know that each of them came this way.

This is the most basic condition to become a warrior.

Courage is courageous.

Courage is the only way to protect yourself and your people.

in order to keep the tribe going.

That's what really matters.

The rock did not stay in the big tent that the tribe had prepared for him, preferring to sit on the ground in the open air.

On the one hand, it was because of his own cultivation needs, and on the other hand, he didn't want others to see his festering horror, like a secret that needed to be kept.

The haystack next to the cattle is where he frequents, and it is quiet and comfortable for himself.

No matter day or night, he was quietly cultivating, and now he was firmly at the first level of qi training.

The people of the Rock tribe did not come to disturb him, except for the food that was sent from time to time, he didn't have to ask about anything, these were the treatment of warriors.

On this day, the rock in the cultivation was woken up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a cow tilting its head in front of him and couldn't help but look, just now, this cow actually arched into his arms, which startled both of them at that time.

The cow is very strange, the kind that is thin and thin, full of bones, without meat, and the bone rack is ridged one by one, and it looks scary.

And this cow also looks strange, there is no horn like an ordinary cow on its head, but a small section of horn as long as a finger.

A pair of ears is more than twice the size of an average cow, and what is even more strange is that the hair on the body is curled into a curl.

The big and small ugly ones are not good, and the four hooves are particularly large, just like an ordinary cow stepping on four large bowls.

The strange cow didn't react to the rocks, but he was very talkative.

He sneezed, turned his head and ran, turned and jumped into the haystack opposite, arching and arching.

He took a position that he felt comfortable and lay down in the haystack, turning his head to secretly check the reaction of the rocks.

The rock can't help but wonder, this cow is too good at enjoyment.

It's like a whole person, how can it be like a cow.

Look at the herd next to them, none of them can be like this, they are all honest, and they are chewing hay and standing still.

This guy is good, not to mention sleeping in the arch haystack, and he also made an ecstatic position, which is really interesting.

The rock shook his head and smiled, so as not to be angry about such a trivial matter, it was not worth it.

Now he is busy cultivating, and nothing is as important as cultivating.

From this day on, people and cattle were at peace.

The rock cultivates, and the strange cow sleeps there.

But the rocks always heard the sound of strange cows eating.

Click, click, click

It definitely won't be the sound of chewing grass that makes him a little curious.

On this day, when the rock was really cultivating, he heard the sound of a strange cow rushing in, and when he opened his eyes, he was immediately dumbfounded.

The strange cow had a leg of mutton in its mouth and arched into the haystack.

The front two legs are like people, holding the leg of mutton, opening his mouth to gnaw on it, no wonder this guy is actually gnawing on the leg of mutton.

Beef eating meat.

The rock shook his head, feeling that he was in a bad sense.

I don't know what went wrong.

It's rare

Cows that don't eat grass and eat meat are still so thin.

The strange cow also noticed that the rock was staring at him, and looked up and sneezed at him, and his eyes actually winked at him like a human.

He bared his teeth, with a very anthropomorphic expression, and then continued to work hard to gnaw on the leg of mutton.

The troublesome rocks don't have the heart to cultivate, staring at the strange cow to see the strange.

It's very rare in my heart.

This guy isn't going to be a sperm.

Since then, the strange cow has been making a leg of lamb from time to time to nibble, winking at the rocks like a show.

I don't know where it got it, in a word, this guy likes to gnaw on the leg of mutton, and every time he gnaws it, it's called an intoxication.

Rock also began to eat in the haystack, but he did not gnaw raw meat, but always roasted and ate it over a fire.

At this time, the strange cow always stared at the oily meat and drooled, the kind that flowed all over the ground, squatting in the haystack and fidgeting.

Finally, the rock felt almost done, and chopped a large piece of meat with a broken knife and threw it over.

The strange cow immediately pressed his hooves and ate the meat, and after eating, he looked at the rocks with his eyes, and looked pitifully flattering.

I had to throw another piece of roasted meat at the rock, and I really couldn't see how cheap it was.

Since eating the barbecue, the strange cow has become much closer to him, and from time to time he comes to arch the rock to show his intimacy.

However, as long as the strange cow got a leg of mutton, he roasted it on the rocks and ate it, and seemed to be a little in love with eating cooked meat.

The rock is not strange, and it is often roasted and eaten, and it is also a good relationship with the strange cow, and riding it is like riding a horse.

But to his surprise, the Strange Cow was indeed different.

Don't look at its skinny skinny appearance, its strength is really great, and it walks like flying on rocks, which is better than that of horses.

What amazes the rock the most is the body of the strange cow, which is like gold and iron to the touch, extremely hard, of course, not a little stronger than ordinary cows.