The Caveman Made Me Awesome

Sunset dusk.

The fight that lasted all day is over.

In the afterglow, everyone began to clean the battlefield skillfully.

The exhausted soldiers of Xicheng dragged the undead beast to Lei's side. The huge body of the beast surrounded her like mountains.

Xie holds the bone staff in his right hand, and gathers the white light in his left hand, absorbing the vitality of the beasts around him in a wide range, without any waste. After converging into a light sphere, the life-like Xiguang submerged into the warrior's body to repair the damaged body.

There were not enough fierce beasts alive, so I started to use my witch power.

She had been fighting for a day, and she was already very tired, her head was stabbing, her hand holding the bone staff was stiff, and her eyelashes were half drooping tiredly.

The Xicheng soldiers noticed her exhaustion and hesitated, unwilling to come up for treatment. They frowned and waved to a Xicheng soldier whose skin was almost melted by the venom, beckoning him to come over quickly.

The slightly injured Xicheng soldiers were on the periphery.

They are eating.

After fighting for a whole day, they were starving to death.

"Hey, these clan people are really hungry. I am so hungry that my legs are weak, and they still have the leisure to drag them back to the territory to eat slowly..." Zhui sat weakly with his back against a giant toad, and his eyes were dim. Looking at the battlefield next door.

The clan warriors over there dragged the corpses of the beasts to the territory like ants.

The battlefield is several kilometers away from the territory.

The warehouse pan was exhausted, and he lay on the dead body of a giant toad, rolled his eyes, and said in a fluttering voice, "Let's leave these guys alone, we can't compare with them for the time being, let's eat here, I'm so hungry that my eyes are green."

He took out the short knife, cut the flesh of the toad's leg with the blade, then looked hard, buried his head like a wolf and took a big mouthful.

After eating a mouthful of stinky toad leg meat, the stomach that was so hungry that it shrunk into a ball finally stretched out, and Cang Pan almost shed tears, and sighed: "I'm alive—" He didn't know how many years he hadn't been hungry.

Cone also took out the dagger tremblingly.

After a high-intensity battle, the muscles of the whole body are sore, especially the arms and wrists. The muscles are throbbing and the fingers are shaking.

Zhui casually cut off two large chunks of thigh meat, and took out the flint from his bosom.

Cang Pan buried his face in the toad's legs, and when he gnawed, he saw the movement of the cone from the corner of his eye. He felt admiration in his heart, and said in a vague voice while chewing the meat, "Be particular, do you still want to roast it?"

Zhui replied solemnly: "You can't lose the integrity of Xicheng."

Cangpan lifted his dirty face from the toad's legs: "Ah, what?"

"The integrity of the food street."

Cangpan was amused, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed a few times tiredly and vaguely, and when he swallowed the raw toad meat in his mouth, he said weakly: "Yes, we can't live our days back, we Xicheng people can't eat like this It doesn't matter."

Only when they were in the Black Ridge Mountains, they ate raw meat. The people in Xicheng ate everything exquisite and delicious, and other tribes could only envy them.

So the two guys who were too tired to be too hungry got together, surrounded the burning flint, and started to roast the toad leg meat in a mess.

Duan Ling came over on the Duan Ling Eagle, and dropped a large bundle of dead branches and grass that he didn't know where to get.

He didn't go to see Xie for treatment, but he seemed to be in much better condition than Cone and Cangpan. He set up a bonfire neatly, peeled, cut, sliced, and skewered meat without shaking his hands at all.

The three gather for a barbecue.

Duan Ling put on the fire with a blank face, and when the meat was half-cooked, he immediately took out the seasoning jar and sprinkled it with seasoning.

"Is your jar still there?" Zhui asked curiously.

Duan Ling: "Yes."

Zhui Xixi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I was replaced on the first day when I first came here, good guy, two king-breed beast cores are exchanged for a seasoning jar, and the clan members really don't regard beast cores as animal cores."

Cangpan glanced at him sympathetically: "Mine has been replaced with a seed core left over from the wilderness."

Cone was taken aback, and stared at him dumbfounded.

"real?"

"I'm bored to lie to you?"

Cone covered his face dejectedly, his whole body was enveloped by a sad breath.

"His mother, it's a loss."

Sitting cross-legged on the gravel ground, Cang Pan looked up at the huge blood-colored sunset slowly sinking,

The voice was ethereal: "I am also at a loss. There are beast cores everywhere here, and there is nothing unusual about the seed cores left in the wilderness. The wooden jars brought from home are precious."

How can the clan have such an exquisite gadget? Just shake it, and the salt and spices can be evenly sprinkled out. No matter what kind of meat is roasted, it will be delicious.

Those people in the clan grasp the grains of salt with their hands.

"Hey——"

Stopping on the giant toad corpse next to it, the broken-feathered eagle, which was pecking at the flesh, croaked, as if echoing.

Cone smiled and rubbed a ball of withered grass and threw it over: "You understand too?"

Broken Feather Eagle moved a position to avoid the ball of withered grass, and the appearance on the other side was caught off guard. I saw that the place where the Broken Plume Eagle's right eye was located was empty, there was no eyeball, only a very deep fresh blood hole.

Cone's smile froze, and he sighed lowly.

In this battle, Duanlingying actually lost an eyeball.

Eagles are not like humans, whose two eyes are on the same plane, and losing one eye will not reduce their combat effectiveness too much. And the eagle's eyes grow on both sides of the head, without one, it is equivalent to half the world is dark.

And the medicine witch couldn't make the eyeball grow back.

Duan Ling still had that expressionless look, but he just dug out the two big eyeballs of the poisonous toad and threw it to the Duan Ling Eagle to eat like a ball.

"You can fight without an eye."

Duan Ling stroked its back and comforted it simply.

"Hey——"

The Broken Feather Eagle was as heartless as its owner, happily eating with its eyeballs in its mouth.

...

After finally treating all the seriously injured Xicheng soldiers, Xie stood up with the bone staff supported.

The tulle-like green leaf-vein skirt was blown gently by the wind, and the clotted blood that had been accidentally stained during the battle shook off like fine powder.

"Lord Wu Wu." Someone handed her a blood-stained brass plaque.

Xie wiped his dusty and sweaty hands, silently took the dirty brass plaque, and turned to look at the name on the back.

--crack.

She knew that she was from the Peeling Tribe.

Xie tightened her fingers, raised her head and asked the visitor: "Is there any more?"

"Gone."

Xie breathed a sigh of relief. With a bone stick in her right hand and a brass plaque in her left hand, she stepped on the rough gravel with her bare feet and walked slowly towards the clan territory.

Witch is mainly exhausted mentally, but his body is fine.

Most importantly, she wants to go for a while.

Along the way, many clan members greeted her with respect.

"Master Wu Wu!"

"Master Wu Wu is well!"

Some members of the clan ran over to give her something: "Master Wu Wu, this piece of meat is for you to eat. It is the spine meat of the snow camel. It is very delicious!"

Xie nodded politely: "Thank you."

The battlefield was too far away from the territory, so she finally returned to the stone house where she temporarily lived by taking a warrior's war beast.

As a great witch, and a great witch who came to support Xicheng, the stone house assigned by Xie was in a good location. There were no other stone houses within 200 meters around, and it was clean and empty.

In front of Xie’s stone house, unlike other stone houses, there are all kinds of things such as animal meat, dry firewood and so on.

There stood only a solitary dwarf tree.

The tree was leafless, black and forked, bare, and covered with brass signs. The dry westerly wind blew by, tinkling together, like wind chimes.

Xie hung up the sign with the word "crack" on the back, and looked up quietly for a while.

In the beginning, it was because the bones of Xicheng warriors were trampled apart by fierce beasts... It may not be accurate to say that they were trampled apart, it should have turned into bones and flesh. Because the bones were too shattered, they couldn't be brought back to Xicheng, and although the brass city plaque had also been crushed and turned into pieces of copper, the words on the back could be vaguely discerned.

So someone proposed to use a brass plate instead of the bones to bring back to Xicheng.

At that time, the corpses of Xicheng warriors who died were almost horrible, and few of them were passable. The bones of the main fourth and fifth-level warriors were not as hard as those of the clan warriors. Therefore, Xie Lu successively received many brass brands.

Later, regardless of whether the corpse was intact or not, the brass plaques were handed over to Xie for safekeeping, and Kazuki gradually accumulated like this.

The brass city plaques covered with tree branches were reflected in Xie's light and clear eyes. The wind made them sway endlessly, and the fundus of Xie's eyes also seemed to have ripples.

Things are gradually improving.

A steady stream of new fighters from Xicheng came, and the eight super tribes also started blood transfusions. Their casualties were getting lower and lower. Today, the tide of ferocious beasts is so fierce, but only one soldier from Xicheng was lost.

almost.