Go Through the World of Beasts and Be a Stick

Wen Lie blinked.

This is because the orcs love each other?

He was a little speechless, but he didn't prevent his paw from quickly opening the bag and finding the reward--

Number of armor-piercing horn bows 1 Number of iron feather arrows 20

...

Wen Lie was pleasantly surprised again.

With the template, are you still worried about buying more weapons from the guide?

Although the cheating is that the guide’s daily transaction limit is three times, after he discovered the huge difference in buying and selling green stone mushrooms from the guide last time, he thought about reselling a few times to make a fortune, but he came back with a warning from the guide and found out. People are not fools either.

Although the number of transactions is limited, as long as he perseveres, he can always form a bow team, right?

Regardless of whether the orcs can use it or not, based on the performance of Miu and Mo last time, it is estimated that the others are not much different. Even if he can't master the use of bows and arrows for a while, he can first find a few good performances. Come and practice slowly, and then use them to popularize the method of use.

Wen Lie has observed the fighting methods of the orcs, whether it is in the human form or in the orc state, it is an absolute power competition, with no skill at all.

If they have undergone certain skills training, coupled with appropriate weapons, their strength will never stop here.

For the establishment of a new tribe, strong offense and defense are indispensable.

They are already short of manpower, even if the bear tribe is added, they can barely be regarded as a small tribe.

The shortcomings in the number of people must cooperate with stronger single-player combat capabilities, otherwise, just like the bear tribe, Miao and their twenty orcs are thinking about it.

After regaining his senses, Wen Lie hurriedly called the orcs up. He always found places that violated peace in this world. He already has such a long history. Why is the basic treatment and writing still held by people like "priests"? Firmly control, the infrastructure construction is a complete failure.

But in fact, there is some truth in thinking carefully.

In ancient China, did the gentry class have access to writing and education?

Ordinary people, books, are things they can't afford for a lifetime.

By analogy, the orcs of different worlds can also be called primitive environmental backgrounds.

In the final analysis, there is still a lack of culture and inheritance, and the cornerstone of inheritance is words.

After thinking about this, Wen Lie made a decision. He solemnly said: "The Beast God will not deprive anyone of the right to ask for advice humbly, whether it is power, healing or text inheritance or other knowledge and skills," he said clearly. The voice echoed in the cave, "All the beast gods give to his people are for the able to live!"

Hum!

Everyone's heads seemed to be smashed heavily by a stone, and the words of the great witch continued to ring in their ears over and over again.

Obviously, he couldn't understand the strange pronunciations that the big witch said at the end, but the blessings were so great that the orcs understood them instantly.

The orcs knelt down one after another. Except for Wen Lie and Miu, no one stood up. They knelt straight on the hard rock, looking up in shock, unable to believe that what they heard was true.

But looking at the determined expression of the great witch, they felt that nothing was impossible.

"This is... the gift of the beast god?" someone murmured.

"No," Wen Lie shook his head, "This is your right to be deprived of!"

In the cave filled with people, only these words lingered in my ears.

After dinner, I smelled the list and called Miu aside, "Sell your people to chop down a few trees and come back."

Miao didn't speak, and suddenly touched Wen Lie's face. The coldness of the tentacles made him frown, and said, "When you are cold, come out and burn the fire. You can't ignite in the small hole and you will be burned."

Wen Lie subconsciously touched his face, and the hot temperature still remained where the back of the opponent's hand rubbed. He couldn't help feeling that he was indeed the number one warrior with a good physical fitness.

Although the inside of the small hole is well airtight, it is not as warm as the large ventilated hole outside. He sniffs, "That's fine, I'll be roasting outside for a while. You take a few people to chop the tree, and you will need it for the hunt tomorrow. Find some more Withered vines come back, the more the better."

Miao listened, and had ordered a few orcs in the past, and saw that they left with the meat sticks in their mouths in their mouths.

There were a lot of fires in the big hole, Wen Lie found someone close to the corner with no one, went back to the small hole and took the authentic tailoring needle that he had exchanged for a hundred remodeling coins, and the animal skins he borrowed, and leaned against the stone wall. Go up, roast it on fire, intending to take advantage of this effort to make clothes for Bai.

As soon as he sat down, a shadow came over. When he looked up, he asked, "You didn't go?"

Miao sat down and said nothing.

Wen Lie glanced at him suspiciously again. What's wrong with this guy? Why is he so quiet today?

He doesn't care about the other party and does his own.

Miao looked at the non-orc, and the other party’s snow-white hand held a small pointed object, which was similar to the thing on the Hidden Arrow, but smaller and thinner. He thought about it, it should be the metal needle that the non-orc said. It's much more convenient than bone spicules.

He almost watched the other person's hands in the two pieces of brown-black animal skins with fascination, like a conversation and saying to himself: "You are not awakening Wuli."

Wen Lie didn't hear clearly, "What?" He rubbed his face, looked at the two pieces of animal skins that did not match, and wanted to buy a pair of scissors.

When Miao saw it, he pulled it over, "Where?"

Wen Lie subconsciously pointed out: "This, make it the same, here we need to dig out two semicircles, both of them are the same."

Miu changed the sharp claws and quickly slashed down where Wen Lie pointed, and then put away the sharp claws and tore it lightly, finishing the cutting work that made Wen Lie extremely distressed.

Wen Lie continued, and Miao asked again: "Are you really going to teach other people what your'beast god' has taught you?"

Wen Lie didn't raise his head either. "The'mine' beast **** doesn't have so many rules." He emphasized "mine."

The orcs never believed what he said, the so-called priests of the beast gods.

I don't know what kind of thing the other party has turned his "beast god" into.

Maybe sooner, he would still feel nervous about this, but now, he is too lazy to hide in front of the orcs.

This person's receptive ability is unexpectedly strong, and his personality is arrogant, even the "beast god" is not in the eyes, I am afraid that there will be no character that can make him surrender in this life.

Miao seemed to sneer, "Then why does it hurt you so much? Didn't you do the wrong thing?"

Wen Lie didn't notice the temptation in his words. As soon as he listened, he put the things in his hands and the other party said this, he had to say a few words, "It's not that I did the wrong thing, it was you."

Facing the accusation from non-orcs, Miao was taken aback, "We?" Obviously this answer was beyond his expectation.

Wen Lie didn't intend to go on, because it depends on people to gain sympathy.

The orc didn't intend to let him go, grabbed the animal skin from his hand and fastened his wrist, "Speak clearly!"

Wen Lie once again bewildered what the orc was doing today, and finally he was looking straight ahead. With the dim light, the orc pursed his lips, his expression was tight, his eyes were stubborn, and his whole person was indomitable.

With a move in his heart, he actually had an absurd guess. He cautiously tested: "Are you worried?"

God, this shouldn't be true?

Miao barely had time to react, and rushed at him fiercely, "You care!"

After Miao said this, he regretted it. When he got up, he accidentally pressed the arm of the non-orc, and the pain caused the opponent to yell.

He shook his hand, quickly grabbed Wen Lie's hand, and lifted the animal skin.

The hideous scar on the top made him frown tightly, and he stared at the dazzling scar fiercely, "Why is it still not good?!"

His arm suddenly met the wind, and Wen Lie's cold hair stood up. He grabbed his hand from the orc, put the animal skin down, and said silently, "You think everyone is like you."

Wen Lie envied the powerful recovery ability of the dead orcs.

Three days of minor injuries and five days of major injuries, it is definitely not a blow.

Miao didn't speak any more, he seemed to be thinking about something seriously, his stern face was deep and charming.

Wen Lie finished the sewing of the little animal skin jacket, thinking about whether or not to test the orcs again, in order to try to influence the other party while the other party regained a little conscience.

The orcs who had gone out to find vines and tree-cutters came back.

The orcs who were boring to eat the meat strips rushed to encircle them.

"Why did you cut down the trees again? Enough in the cave burned."

Everyone felt that Da Wu and Miu were a little too worried, even if the snow was about to fall, they would not be able to burn the wood they prepared.

Wen Lie walked over, and the crowd automatically gave him a way. He squatted down and checked the trees surrounded by a few people. The wooden heart was dense red and looked hard and firm. He stood up. Nodded, "Go ahead and chop it down to the size of your fire."

An orc said, "Great Witch, this tree burns up with smoke."

Wen Lie didn't know what to say, so he simply picked up a half-burned charcoal from the side of the fire, and squatted on a fairly clean and bright open space. He drew a figure with a few strokes, and the bottom was pointed upwards.

"Similar to your sharp stone sticks, but thicker on the bottom and pointed on the top."

He put the charcoal down, found no one talking, clapped his hands, "Didn't you understand?"

Still no one spoke, for a long time, Tu asked: "Da Wu, is this the word?"

Others also looked over with scorching eyes, and their ardent eyes wanted to see through Wen Lie alive.

Surrounded by such a group of tall men and staring decently, Wen Lie pressed his hand down and shouted in a dejected voice: "Sit down!"

He sat cross-legged on the skins of the animals on the ground, and the orcs sat around him in a circle regardless of whether they had skins or not.

When Wenlie picked up the charcoal and touched the ground again, his luminous eyes turned to the charcoal tip again.

Wen Lie thought for a while, wrote two characters, and drew a few strokes with his hand that he was accustomed to depicting human muscles and bones, and drew a lifelike lone wolf.

He pointed to the two words, "This is a word, and this," the charcoal moved to the wolf's head, "It is a painting."

The orcs have been stunned!

They stared at the two characters on the ground, with an urge to touch them, but for fear that they would erase the writing at once, they abruptly pulled their hands back.

Another reason is that they dare not.

The orcs have instinctive awe for words, which are as mysterious as the priest's healing arts and god-given magic power.

"Great Witch, what's the word?" An orc asked cautiously.

"Orc. This is your totem, wolf."

He had to write a few more words easily, "Miao, zuo..."

As soon as the first stroke of the word "Zuo" was dropped, it was accidentally touched by Miu, and the charcoal suddenly broke.

Wen Lie didn't care, so he stopped writing.