The loss on the first day made Man Zhuang very unconvinced, as the head of the former clan, how could he lose to a little doll.

For this reason, she led the team to leave the first day the next day.

"Butterfly, aren't you leaving?" Liang Bo asked as he walked over to Butterfly, who was preparing.

"I'm going to go right away! I'm so experienced in hunting in the neighborhood that I can't compare to that fat woman?" Butterfly said confidently, and after speaking, he rushed out with the team, without the slightest contempt for his opponent.

However, the butterfly seems to have forgotten that he has a basket around him and often hunts nearby, so his experience seems to be about the same.

Butterfly led the people all the way to yesterday's location, the reason why Butterfly is confident is that the hunting trap that has been working all the time as a hole card, a hundred tests.

Although other tribes also use traps to hunt, most of them are spring, summer and autumn, and they don't even come out of the tribe in winter, how can they have experience.

And this method of setting traps in winter was also obtained by butterflies after a long period of experiments, and even Hong He Basket had never mastered it.

The method of the trap is actually very simple, it is to mix psychedelic potions made from dead wood with hay and work with the deep pit underground.

In the winter when there is a lack of food, even if they know that it is a trap, the herbivore beast will not hesitate to jump down and eat the hay clean.

After eating the hay, the witch medicine will stun them, causing them to freeze to death or frostbite the beast in the cold winter, and when the tribe arrives the next day, even if the beast is still alive, it is impossible to pose a threat to the tribe.

Of course, due to the deep pit, even if these beasts were not stunned, they could not escape, and could only wait obediently for their people to kill them.

"Good luck!" Butterfly looked at the deep pit that had been dug the day before, large enough to contain a large amount of hay to lure the beast.

"Thirty deer, as well as dozens of grass chickens and rabbits, is a small harvest. The other clansmen chimed in, this is just a trap harvest, you know, they dug a dozen traps yesterday.

"Drag them all out, rearrange them, and wait until all the traps have been walked, and then let the tribe return to the tribe once, while half of the rest of the people continue to dig the traps, and the other half go into the mountains to hunt. ”

Butterfly commanded that she didn't just want to defeat Brute, but also to crush her, defeat her opponents once and for all, and establish herself in the tribe.

Near noon, Liang Bo, who was replacing the basket training dolls, unexpectedly found that some clansmen rushed back, and the corpses of fierce beasts were thrown on the ground, leaving other clansmen to deal with, and these clansmen turned back.

"It's a member of the butterfly team. The finch came out at some point.

"These beasts were frozen to death, presumably the butterfly came up with a killer idea. ”

"What is it?" said Liang Bo with a curious expression.

"The trap made by the butterfly! The butterfly has been cooperating with the deadwood experiment, so it can get a lot of strange witch potions, although most of them are useless, but there is a witch medicine that can stun the beasts of the thin blood realm, and the butterfly uses it to make traps, and the effect is good!

And before Deadwood leaves, Butterfly asks for a large amount of this potion from Deadwood. ”

Que'er told Liang Bodao what she knew.

"And this kind of thing!" As far as Liang Bo knew, it seemed that Deadwood had developed three or four stun elixirs!

However, Die is still quite smart, not just violent, which makes Liang Bo very satisfied.

The next day's competition came to an end with the return of the two teams of clansmen, who showed off their trophies and let the clansmen weigh them.

The butterfly has a ruddy face, but looking at the volume of the prey, he knows that he has won again today, and he is very strong and gloomy, and he has worked hard all day, and has captured dozens of fierce beasts, which is still not as good as the butterfly.

The next day, the butterfly won again, adding seven more weight to an adult deer. ”

Brute turned away, not giving Butterfly a chance to humiliate her.

"Aren't you hunting in the neighborhood often, why can't you find a place where fierce beasts gather?" said Man Zhuang dissatisfied, when he chose a mate, it was because he was considered the strongest man in the tribe except for the patriarch, otherwise how could he marry with the basket, but now he can't even find a herd of fierce beasts, it is better not to have the same.

The brute is a little dissatisfied with the basket, and the basket is also very helpless, most of the beasts in winter have entered the deeper mountain forests, and most of the rest are hiding, how can he find it easily!

In the end, the strong did not let the basket on the kang...

On the third day, the butterfly won again, and the advantage of winning was getting bigger and bigger, you know, the limit of seven days and seven nights was more than the weight of the total hunt, and these weights were accumulated day by day, and the first three days were all failures, if it continued, it would be better to admit defeat than to be strong.

Liang Bo and Qi'er, who were bystanders, were very happy to see this, and the competition between the two teams could be said to bring back a rich source of food for the tribe, even in the cold winter, without any diminishing, which was completely unimaginable in other tribes.

At the end of the fourth day, the butterfly won once, and in that kind of domineering state, the brute and strong walked around the butterfly.

"I found out that the butterfly has created a trap to catch more beasts!" The basket hadn't slept on the kang for two days, so he tried his best to make the man happy.

"Traps, we can do it too!" said the brute force, but was extinguished by a basin of cold water in the basket.

"No way, the success of the butterfly's trap lies in a witch potion, and this witch potion is found only in dead wood except for butterflies. Basket explained.

"Who's Deadwood? Shall we just exchange a little?"

Brute Sturdy looked dazed, she had never heard of the name Deadwood since she entered the tribe.

"Deadwood is the second only witch in the tribe after the finch, and he is currently stationed in the sub-tribe with Hong, if you want to get this witch medicine, it is obviously too late to run to the sub-tribe. ”

The basket shook his head, he couldn't understand why these two women were so strong and tossed themselves in the end.

When Man Zhuang Zhuang heard this, he no longer had the idea of playing witch medicine, mainly because Man Zhuang had a natural awe of the identity of the Deadwood Witch, just like the original witch of the Barbarian Flower Tribe, and now he is a follower who follows the finch side, but Man Zhuang Zhuang does not despise it in the slightest, and even respects it even more.

On the fifth day, even if he knew the other party's methods, he was still helpless, and he could only do his best to hunt, but he was not as good as the butterflies.

So far, the chances of winning are very slim, and with the butterfly leading the weight of dozens of adult beasts, it is almost impossible for the big man to turn the tables and win!