Fight,Primitive Man

Chu Dong blinked.

Of course, he knows what the barbarians stand for?

In this primitive world, there are countless dinosaurs, giant animals and crazy insects, which are extremely dangerous. The primitive tribes of human beings can survive under the terrible claws of these prehistoric creatures. If they only have the weak body of later generations, prehistoric human beings would have been exterminated.

Those who can fight with these monsters are called barbarians.

There are two possibilities for the birth of barbarian warriors.

The first is the innate awakening, which is brought in the womb and born with the blood of being a barbarian warrior. The second is to kill the fierce beast, the giant insect gets the barbarian bone, absorbs the strength of the barbarian bone, and becomes a barbarian warrior.

Like Xia, he is a natural brute warrior.

Although Chu Dong's original identity was the son of the chief, he did not inherit the blood of Huotong tribe. He was just an ordinary man. If you want to be a barbarian warrior, you can only get barbarian bones.

But bones are rare.

Even though Chu Dong had a high status and his father was a chief, he still didn't get the chance to be a barbarian in the primitive tribe where the strong were supreme.

He was about to say something when a riot broke out in the tribe.

The old man and the child who were working hard put down their activities and ran towards the gate of the rock tribe.

Today is the day for the famine hunting team to return.

The hunting team composed of all the barbarian soldiers is the basic condition for a tribe to survive, and every time the hunting team goes out to hunt giant animals, it is also the main source of meat for a tribe.

Every time they set out for three or five days, or more than ten days, they would contribute half of their income to the tribe when they returned, and the remaining half would be divided by the savage soldiers of the team according to their contributions.

The summer hunting team was just talking about.

Whether it's Panshi or other tribes, the most powerful soldiers of the tribe are able to participate in the hunting team. Every time they return, it's equivalent to the festival of the tribe.

"Go and see."

Chu Dong patted Xia on the shoulder, then followed the crowd to the door, ready to welcome the return of the hunting team. Now that he had come, he would settle down. In such a prehistoric period, Chu Dong had to suppress his other thoughts.

Even if you want to find a way to return to the modern society, at least you have to keep your life.

But the more Chu Dong walked, the less happy faces and the lower the laughter around him. When Chu Dong finally got to the door, there was a low atmosphere around him.

Xia, who took the lead, was even more frightening.

"What's the matter?"

Chu Dong Leng for a while, pad foot to ask a way.

"Axe, he's hurt!" Xia's face was livid and he pointed to the door.

At this moment, the soldiers of the famine hunting team are surrounded by a group of dejected sieges, and the giant animals that go out to hunt and kill are thrown aside at will, but no one wants to have a look.

Among the soldiers, a dark soldier half a head higher than Xia groaned in pain.

There is a terrible scar on his stomach. Blood is flowing out. Through the everted wound, people can even see the colorful intestines inside.

The famine hunting team went out to hunt giant animals and replenish the meat of the tribe, so casualties were inevitable.

It's just

"It's all my fault. I found a single Tyrannosaurus Rex and wanted to hunt. One Tyrannosaurus rex was enough for the tribe to eat for three days, but I didn't expect that there were three Tyrannosaurus Rex."

"Axe, he was stabbed in the abdomen by a Tyrannosaurus Rex just to save me. Blame me, blame me A rock warrior with a childish face cried bitterly. He beat the ground with his fists and went crazy with regret.

Hearing the sound, the atmosphere was even more depressed, and some old people and children almost cried out.

It was the axe who was injured frequently and was also the leader of the hunting team.

In the whole rock tribe, the axe is the only high-ranking soldier in the tribe, except for the chief. Now, the axe is seriously injured and dying, which means that the combat effectiveness of the famine hunting team has been greatly weakened, and the coming dry season of serious food shortage

I don't know how many people in Panshi tribe are going to die!

"Don't cry, death is the soldier's destiny!"

There was a thundering sound.

Then, a two meter tall chieftain with a unique hide pushed away the crowd and came out. With a sad look on his face, he patted the crying young soldier comfortingly, and then bent down to the axe path.

"Axe, how about it? Can you insist?"

"Chief I'm afraid I can't do it! " The sound of the axe was weak and a lot of blood was lost, which made the fierce man lose his vitality.

"You will not die! I'm going to Yunshan tribe to invite witches to treat you. No matter how much we pay, our tribe can afford it! When I come back... " The chief gritted his teeth and raised his foot to go. But before he raised his foot, he was caught by the axe.

"No, chief, I can't help it. I can't hold on until then. What's more, the dry season is coming soon, and the tribe is short of food. Keep it... " The axe said, coughing up blood."You've got to have a try, chief. You might as well have a fire."

A soldier suggested.

This is the easiest way, and the most lethal way. The fire can cook the skin and meat, so that it will not continue to bleed, which is also the most common method used by the tribe.

As soon as the chief's eyes brightened, he shook his head.

"I can't hold it, axe. But you're right. "

The chief sighed. He looked at the axe and knew it.

Even though the Panshi tribe is willing to pay for food at any cost, it will take half a day to get to Yunshan, a medium-sized tribe, and the axe will not last until then.

As for baking with fire, it can stop bleeding quickly, but how can the weak axe bear it now?

But you have to try!

The chief bit his teeth and turned back to his stone house. When he came out again, he had a torch in his hand.

The chief strode forward with a strong voice.

"Give all things a bright fire, please give the miracle of life to the rock, the rock tribe, pray, my fellow citizens, pray for the axe, for the axe, for the rock, for the tribe!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The chief heavily put his fist on his chest, making a deafening sound.

"For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!"

The men, women and children of Panshi tribe are solemn and solemn one by one. They move in unison, and the sound of hammering their chest is deafening, like a neat bugle. The chief held up the torch, the flame was beating, and his eyebrows became more solemn. He was just about to put the torch on the wound of the axe, expecting a miracle.

Everyone knelt down.

It's close to piety.

Just then

"Wait a minute, burn it? How can you think of it? Don't say that he can't bear it, even if he can, it's a careless death! Are you crazy to expect fire to save people

Chudong screamed and jumped out.