Fortunately, the Black Forest is far enough away that the influence of the tide has not really reached here;

Species-scale migrations have stopped when they are still a considerable distance away from the northern foothills.

Only some, not even sure if they were affected by the aftermath of the tide, ended up outside the northern barrier of the Black Forest, the northern foothills of the mountains;

There is a strange ethnic group, under many coincidences, all the way to the plateau that extends from the northern foot of the mountain range.

Further south, the topography of the mountain range and the various powerful demonic beasts entrenched in it make it almost a dead place for civilization.

After paying a terrible price, the tribal leader looked at the majestic mountains in front of him, and finally decided to give up, choosing to stop his southward march here.

He looked at the north with worry and longing, which was the direction of his hometown, but at this time he was ravaged all day long under the iron hooves of the steppe barbarians.

No one wants to leave their homeland, let alone give up the vast expanse of land that has been cultivated and matured;

But the size of his tribe was too small to endure the prolonged invasion that had lasted for too long, and he had no choice but to dodge.

Nowadays, the road to dodge seems to have come to an end.... Let's hope it's safe enough, he thought.

"So be it, this will be our home from now on!"

Below, those of the same clan with tired faces and ragged clothes finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this;

Years of migration had exhausted all their energy, and the tribe had retreated from the era of general cultivation to the nomadic group of today.

At this point, they want to find a 'home' and settle down.

The continuation of life in this world is still inseparable from the nourishment of water, and the new foothold of this tribe should naturally be chosen near the river.

So they avoided the mountains and searched only on the plateau below, in an east-west direction, and soon found a large river in the west.

The river seems to originate in the snow-capped mountains further west, winding its way from west to east on the plateau, and then turning south and rushing towards the mountains.

And they, too, followed the direction of the river, and found a vast valley at the mountain pass.

The mountains form a trumpet shape here, and the dark earth is unusually fertile, with large grasslands growing on it.

This is undoubtedly a godsend for the tired tribe.

After months of construction, a rudimentary walled city was built in the valley, and the surrounding land was gradually reclaimed, and everything was initially on track.

At the same time, two squadrons of Far Travelers were moving north from the southern end of the valley.

They had been away from their traditional hunting grounds for six months, and after eating the rations they had carried, they had hunted all the way north.

Finally, one day, after crossing a narrow, water-eroded mountain stream, they finally arrived at an environment they had never seen before.

The narrow ground at the exit of the mountain range has been left behind, and ahead of the far-travelers is a vast, endless field.

At first, they were undoubtedly stunned by the sight, and in their excitement they decided to move on.

After a few days, the fresh scenery is tired of seeing, but the food is not as readily available as in the forest....

Their tall stature made them stand out in the wilderness, and the knee-deep grasslands were completely unable to cover the trolls' bodies.

The Far Travelers were hungry and had already eaten small burrowing animals and even soft bugs.

So, the two squadron leaders decided: if they couldn't find suitable prey for the rest of the day, the Far Traveler would return south to the forested area of the river valley.

It seems that only there is a land where trolls can be fed.

They spread out across the field and began to search for prey in small groups to feed their hunger.

A few hours later, the leader of the northernmost squad stopped as usual in the middle of the march;

He first signaled his companion to be quiet, then briefly activated the 'Listener' totem on his body, and closed his eyes to the north to listen.

"There's movement!"

"It seems to be the sound of hooves.... To the northeast... The monomer is about 300 kilograms, and there are about 100 of them! ”

The team leader's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly.

"A distance of three thousand meters and not more than five kilometers..... We've got something to eat, hurry up and blow the whistle! ”

When one of the team members heard this, when he put his finger into his mouth, and then ten seconds for a sharp whistle sounded, spreading far from the center of the place.

The nearest team to them was three kilometers to the southeast;

The team leader accurately received this special whistle during the routine totem monitoring, and then instructed the team members to immediately respond in a similar way, and by the way, spread the message representing the 'assembly' to farther away.

In this way, under the relay of the whistle, all the far-traveler teams scattered in a radius of ten or more thousand meters learned the news in just a few minutes and rushed in the direction from which the whistle came.

After about a light hour, fifty Farwalkers successfully assembled and began to surround and sneak in the direction of their prey.

Because they knew the needs of the tribe's animal husbandry, they judged that this should be an animal that was extremely suitable for large-scale animal husbandry, so the encirclement network was spread out as much as possible, and it was planned to be wrapped up without leaking;

It's best to lock down the leader of the herd and drive all the way south to the tribe.

At a distance of less than a few thousand meters, even if the trolls sneak slowly, it won't take much time for the Manchurians;

Not long after, as far as the eye could see, in the knee-high grass, a large herd of beasts could be seen.

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"Hugh!

！ The shrill whistle sounded again.

After approaching, the trolls, who could only lie down in the grass with difficulty because of their height, to ensure that they were not discovered, finally got the order to attack.

Fifty Far Travelers rushed towards the 'prey' from all directions in a near-encirclement posture, and almost all the trolls had their eyes like lightning, trying to find the 'leader's traces' in the first place.

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Not long ago, a team of Far Travelers had just arrived at the ambush point, which had detoured to the northernmost point;

The squad leader lay on his stomach in the grass and raised his neck slightly, trying to see if he could lock on to the leader first.

But when he looked at it this way, he found four obviously out of place among the four-hoofed animals with white fluff and no more than one and a half meters tall.

Most of them are stout and have erect feet like their own;

Although not as tall as a troll, it is about 2.7 meters tall.

Moreover, what they were holding in their hands was clearly not a simple natural object like a forest ape, but a real tool that had been carefully processed;

He is still wearing "clothes", and even in terms of workmanship, he is much more delicate than those produced in the main department.

'Oops.... It seems to be a civilized race, and these animals are not wild species, but animals that they have raised. The team leader who saw this scene judged so.

He always kept in mind the command of the witch doctors to 'be cautious about approaching civilized people', so he wanted to pass on the information here.

But before the action was ready, the whistle of the two squadron leaders 'attacking' had already been heard.