Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

The monkey only dared not speak, and lowered his head, looking like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Seeing him like this, the wind came in and he snorted without commenting.

Feng's deputy looked up at the golden eagle circling in the sky, and sighed: "It would be nice if we could catch it. This guy flies back and forth above our heads every day. It's really annoying."

Feng Bai gave his deputy a look: "Don't talk nonsense, rest quickly, if you have enough rest, continue to look for food, don't forget, the patriarch is still waiting for our food supply."

The people of that ethnic group said yes, and after a moment of effort, everyone was closed for rest and got up and walked forward.

After they left for a long time, a cloud of dust flew up on the ground that originally looked like normal land. Following them, several people sat up from the dust pile, and the hunter gasped for breath. The dust kept spraying out: "These guys will walk a little bit late, and today I will be suffocated to death."

The few thunder and fire dead men who followed the hunter hummed and nodded in agreement.

"Next time I am killed, I won't come to the White Bone Wasteland to listen to the news. This ghost place doesn't even have a hiding place, so I have to bury myself."

Ugly said suddenly: "Master Hunter, just heard these guys say that they don't seem to have much food?"

The hunter rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, how many people from the Qingfeng tribe, how much food can they have on this road? Not to mention that the patriarch also blocked the way for the prey to go north."

"But I think there are only a few hundred of them, which is a lot worse than what the patriarch said." Shen said.

Hunter picked up the double knives from the dirt pit and patted the dust on his body. "You have not dealt with the Qingfeng tribe. Generally, if they go out to fight, they will send a small group of people to clear the way and plunder in the front, and the main force is behind. Ensure that they are in good condition and take charge of the battle. Looking at the number of their team, the Qingfeng tribe will definitely be dispatched this time."

As he said, he looked around the four children and saw hesitation on their faces, and said, "Why, are you scared?"

The four shook their heads and said stiffly: "Not afraid."

The hunter laughed and laughed: "That's right. This is the warrior I trained. Let's take a shortcut to speed up and tell the patriarch the news."

The four people stood up at the same time, and rushed toward the path with Shou.

Three days later, Feng stopped with a group of hungry members of the Qingfeng tribe, who were unable to walk, cursing.

The accompanying monkey knew that the wind was on the verge of rage, and did not dare to speak to provoke him, for fear of being used as a tool for venting his breath.

"How far are the mountains?"

He didn't give up in the middle, and detoured to find the prey without any gain. The wind was not calm, he asked anxiously.

The monkey is clever: "Now, now, there are at most three days left, and three more days!"

Feng was furious: "Damn bastard, you said three days ago at most five days, why are there three days now?"

The monkey lowered his head aggrieved, and said to his heart that I didn't expect you to take a long road. If you don't forgive, you will almost reach the range of a large mountain range.

However, the monkey did not dare to say this sentence, he was afraid to say it, and his neck was broken by the wind.

Angrily waved the stone spear in his hand, and the wind-filled anger had nowhere to vent.

Just at this time, a tribe came back from a trot, and while running, he exclaimed happily: "Master Feng, Master Feng, I found the prey!"

Feng Wenyan was taken aback, he didn't care about the monkey when he heard the news of the prey. He opened his mouth and asked, "Where?"

The tribe member pointed to the direction he was coming from and said excitedly: "It's not far ahead."

"How many prey are there? Not all voles." Feng asked.

In the past few days, I have searched the Bone Wasteland. The wind that has no other prey except the rare and poor voles is about to torture crazy. If this tribe tells himself that he is still the voles, then the wind can depress himself to death.

When the words fell, the tribe shook his head excitedly: "No, Master Feng, not a field mouse, but an antelope. There are many antelopes, at least one hundred!!!"

With a chuckle, the wind stomped his feet in excitement: "Are you serious?"

The clansman nodded vigorously: "Master Feng is more than a hundred antelopes."

Feng's deputy asked questioningly: "Didn't the Bone Wasteland say that there is no prey at all? Where are so many antelopes?"

The monkey's eyes rolled around and said, "Maybe it's from several tribes over the mountain range."

"A large mountain range?" Both Feng and his deputy were taken aback.

The woolly monkey nodded and explained: "That's it. Under the influence of the thief, many tribes in the mountains have begun to raise prey. I think this is the prey they raised. They just came to graze the Bone Wasteland. That's it."

The tribe who came back to report the letter also nodded: "It must be like this. I saw a few people chasing those antelopes, and the antelopes are also very good."

To be honest, what the woolly monkey said is true. The large mountain ranges do have the habit of grazing, but he has forgotten how to graze the bone wasteland without any vegetation?

Feng frowned at his deputy: "Do you think this situation is familiar?"

The deputy nodded and said, "The beast tribe that was destroyed by Master Atu before seems to have the ability to cooperate with the prey."

With a big wave of Feng's hand, hunger defeated his reason. What's more, Feng was not a good thinking person. Even if the monkey didn't tell the origin of these prey, he would go out to grab it.

As soon as the Woolly Monkey said, Feng was more relieved, so Feng raised the stone spear, and the first one shouted: "Clash with me."

Hundreds of people rushed toward the front with a sound.

It took about half an hour to run, and sure enough, they saw a hundred prey gathered not far in front, and more than ten primitive people talking and laughing beside the prey.

When he saw the prey, Feng's eyes were even brighter, and he laughed and said, "It's all mine, it's all mine!!!"

The master behaved like this, let alone his pawns.

It can be said that one of these people counts as one, and each of them is the same as the bone refugees before, and seeing food is a crazy state of death.

The dozen or so primitive people were startled when they saw this, shouted, and fled for their lives.

There are prey in front of them, and the wind does not care about them, leading the tribe to **** prey when they break into the prey group.

For a moment, the screams of the prey and the laughter of the Qingfeng people mixed together, and it was so harsh on the empty white bone wasteland.

Just about two hundred steps ahead, there is a gentle slope. Below the gentle slope, there is a crowd of people crawling densely.

Ji thief put the iron spear by his hand and poked his head to check the situation.

On both sides are the hunter who reported the letter back and the mountain that served as guard.

Seeing the performance of the Qingfeng tribe, Tushan was just wondering in his heart, and asked, "Is this Qingfeng Buluo? How do I look like a person from the Bone Wasteland."

The thief took a look at Tushan: "You are hungry for several days, and you are the same. These guys have not eaten for several days, of course they look like bone refugees."

Shou chuckled, slowly pulled out the double knives from his back, pointed at the wind in the crowd: "Whoever he looks like, that guy, I'll give it to me later."

Tushan snorted: "Dreaming, that guy is taking the lead at first sight, so why leave it to you?"

The hunter raised his eyebrows and smashed the two knives: "I am the first God of War of the Lihuo tribe!"

"Fart, I am the first **** of war."

The two were about to quarrel as they said, Ji Thief was speechless: "Two ancestors, can you keep your voice down?"

With that, Ji Thief called Ahu next to him and asked: "Go and see how Ah Ju and the beast blood are preparing."

Ahu nodded, touched the gentle slope, and left shortly.

After Ahu left, Ji Zei squinted out his head and stared at the monkey, this bastard, absolutely can't let him escape.

Soon, Ahu walked back to Daoji thief, lowered his voice and said, "Master Patriarch, it's ready."

Ji Zei nodded, turned around and looked at the Sabretooth Tiger standing behind him.

The big cat was psychic, and immediately understood what Ji Thief meant. He moved his limbs forward, and then took a deep breath, followed by a desolate tiger roar, which suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.

At the moment when the tiger's roar fell, the big cat flew out and passed by Ji Zei.

The thief also took the opportunity to jump on the back of the tiger, held up the iron spear, and shouted: "The enemy has already been beaten, warriors, let me kill!!!"