The Caveman Made Me Awesome

In the open space at the entrance of the cave.

Those who were stunned by the roar of the savage beasts were still lying on the ground with seven orifices bleeding.

The worst thing was the gray-haired old man. Although he was not in a coma, his face was sallow and he was very angry. His eyes were staring straight at the sky, and he couldn't even turn around, it was almost dead.

The rest of the people who were not in a coma knelt down beside the old man. Their physical condition was not very good, and their faces were covered in blood. But no one cared about this, they only stared at the old man with red eyes, and from time to time they lowered their heads and wiped away tears.

They knew that the reason why the chief didn't swallow his last breath was because he wanted to know what happened to the black-scaled tiger and the unknown warrior, and to know if the black-scaled tiger was still alive.

"Who is that warrior? How did he suddenly appear in our tribe?" A woman wiped her tears and asked the man beside her in a low voice.

"I don't know, he appeared too suddenly."

Duanling was still in a coma at this time, and no one could answer them.

"You said that the warrior won, or Lord Black Tiger?"

"Of course it's Lord Black Tiger, so why not use it? Lord Black Tiger is a savage beast!"

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The rest of the people discussed with each other, with unease on their faces.

At this time, there was the sound of messy footsteps, and all the kneeling people immediately looked out.

I saw more than a dozen clansmen surrounded by leaves walking towards them carrying the black-scaled tiger, and the black-scaled tiger's head was beaten to a pulp. Along the way, there was blood dripping down, obviously dead. .

The savage kneeling beside the old man seemed to have been struck by lightning, and they were all dumbfounded in their place, and their hearts were cold.

Ye Xi stood not far away, staring at them with a dead father expression. They have been sheltered by the savage beast for a long time, and they no longer know how to survive after losing it.

After some struggle, his linen clothes are still neat and tidy. If the linen clothes produced by the Gongtao tribe are stained with blood, they can be washed off by just rubbing them with water.

Among the people surrounded by the leaves, Ye Xi, who was dressed in linen and had leather boots, seemed very out of tune with them.

The old man lying on the ground noticed the movement and raised his head with difficulty. When he saw the dead black-scaled tiger, he immediately widened his turbid eyes, choked with breath, and immediately turned his back to see his ancestors.

Ye Xi strode towards him.

When the savages who were originally around the old man saw Ye Xi coming, he immediately stepped aside with a terrified expression on his face.

Ye Xi grabbed the old man's anger and hung him. At the same time, one hand took out the stone box containing the clover from the animal skin bag, took one out of it, folded it in half, opened the old man's mouth, and stuffed the half of the grass inside.

"Bring some water." Ye Xi said to the savage people beside him.

Immediately the clever person reacted, climbed into the cave and took out a dirty, hard-skinned water bladder, opened the stopper, and handed it to Ye Xi with both hands.

Ye Xi picked up the old man with one hand and fed him water with the other.

The old man swallowed the clover and water with difficulty.

In the eyes of everyone holding their breaths, the old man's face quickly turned rosy, his breathing returned to normal, and even his hair seemed to have turned a lot darker, and he suddenly came back to life.

It was just that although the man was rescued, the god was gone. He sat up and looked straight at the body of the black-scaled tiger, muttering in his mouth: "Dead, dead, actually dead..."

Ye Xi didn't bother to care about him either. He stood up, took out the second conker in the stone box, tore it and the remaining half of the grass into pieces, and gave it to the other people on the ground who were bleeding and unconscious. feed.

The horse chestnut is a strange grass. Even if it is torn to pieces, the energy that exists is more than enough to save these ordinary people.

Although the exotic grass was precious, the black-scaled tiger roared because of him, and he couldn't stand idly by watching their tragic state.

When some savages saw this, they hurriedly got into the cave, and carefully picked up a few babies whose faces were blue and purple, and the seven orifices were bleeding in a coma.

These miserable babies made Ye Xi's eyebrows jump.

He was still a little reckless, he should have led the black-scaled tiger outside before making a move.

Fortunately, he had the exotic grass donated by the Gongtao tribe. Ye Xi put the exotic grass fragments on these babies, and soon their faces returned to normal, and some of them opened their eyes and burst into tears on the spot.

After the rescued people woke up, some looked at the black-scaled tiger's body and cried and laughed, some were dumbfounded, and some were constantly grateful to Ye Xi.

A mess in front of the cave.

The one who reacted differently from them was Duan Ling. He clenched his fists and bit his back molars as he looked at the black-scaled tiger, with joy and melancholy in his eyes.

Ye Xi walked to him and squatted down, looked him in the eyes and said, "The reason why you refused to let me go to your tribe before was because you didn't want me to kill this savage beast?"

Duanling was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said honestly, "I didn't know you were so powerful before."

"why?"

Duanling hadn't spoken yet, when a voice came.

"Let me tell you the answer, my lord!"

I saw that the old man who couldn't accept the fact and kept talking about it had recovered and strode towards Ye Xi.

The old man bowed respectfully to Ye Xi, and introduced himself with a bit of shame on his face: "Respected lord, I am the chief of this tribe, I made you laugh just now."

As expected of being the leader of a tribe, he recovered fairly quickly.

Ye Xi nodded slightly.

The chief rouge sighed and said: "Our tribe lost the witch more than a hundred years ago, so we tried to migrate to this inaccessible place. Since we lost our last warrior fifty years ago... Later we couldn't do anything about it. , can only rely on this black tiger to live to this day."

Ye Xi has also seen another tribe that has lost its witches, that is, the Yan tribe. Presumably if they hadn't had a favorable geographical position, their situation would not have been much better than that of this tribe whose members were all turned into savages.

The chief scorpion glanced at Duanling and continued: "The reason why Duanling is unwilling to tell you where our tribe is is because we don't want people from other tribes to find out, thus making our tribe into slaves."

Ye Xi didn't quite understand this. Do you not want to be the slave of man, but willing to be the slave of the beast?

When the chief rouge said this, he suddenly knelt down in front of him with a thud, and kowtowed firmly: "Sir! Now our tribe can't live anymore! Please take us away, we are willing to become slaves, let us become Slaves of your tribe!"

Ye Xi hurriedly helped the chief scorpion up.

The rouge chief refused to get up, but in the face of absolute power he couldn't kneel even if he wanted to.

Ye Xi frowned and said: "It's not that I refuse to take you, but that my tribe is very far away, and I came here by accident. I can't protect so many ordinary people from you back to the tribe, and there may be only two people in the end. The three of you can arrive safely with me."

After hearing this, the chief rouge froze in place, and asked tremblingly, "How far is it...how far?"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Ye Xi couldn't bear to say, "Let's go for at least half a year." Half a year is still the most conservative estimate. According to Ye Xi's estimation, he will not be able to go back in a year.

After getting this answer, the face of the chief rouge quickly covered a layer of ashes.

"How can I do this, how can I do this..." He stooped down on his back and spun around with shaking hands.

The faces of the other savages also lost hope, some women wept in low voices, and men sat on the ground dejected.

Duanling clenched his fist and said excitedly: "Everyone, cheer up! Even if we are just ordinary people, we may not be able to survive!"

When most of the savages heard it, a wry smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, which is really what a child thinks. Without the savage beasts in charge, other beasts and beasts will soon come to occupy the territory, how could they possibly be able to fight them.

Seeing this, Ye Xi shook his head.

Even if the Black Scaled Tiger hadn't died, this tribe wouldn't survive for long, because now there were more than 100 people left in their entire tribe. The black-scaled tiger eats four at a time. Even if it is once every six months, even if they try their best to survive, they can last for more than twenty years at most.

Ye Xi said: "I can teach you to make a special weapon, as long as you use it well, you can continue to survive. Or I can take you to the nearby tribes and ask them to accept you, and I will also be on the way. Protect you as much as possible."

Everyone was silent.

Only Duan Ling asked excitedly, "Sir, what kind of weapon are you talking about?"

Just as Ye Xi was about to answer, Chief Hoo suddenly said solemnly, "Duanling, you step back first."

After Duanling shut up and left, he bowed to Ye Xi with a solemn expression, and said, "Sir, I'll be honest, I just deceived you."

Ye Xi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

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