The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 309
That night, they cut a few pieces of raw meat from the corpse, and sprinkled poisonous powder inside the meat.

Strange to say, after sprinkled with poisonous powder, the raw meat exudes an attractive aroma.

The mountain snail wraps the meat with a few large leaves, and then puts it in the bosom.

The next day, the slaves in the cave went out to cut wood as usual. The population of the Jackal tribe reached [-], and the amount of firewood they needed to consume every day was astonishing, requiring these slaves to cut down wood continuously.

The mountain snail walked to a big tree and hit the tree with stones bit by bit. The process was very difficult.

He was at the edge of the tree felling by the slaves, and these dozens of slaves were only guarded by two jackal warriors, so he kept trying to escape.

Two jackals were running around in the woods, oblivious to the presence of the slaves, and they were having fun in the snow.

The mountain snail waited for the two wolves to run over, and then quietly threw the pieces of meat with poisonous powder out of his arms.

The meat was raw, and it was held in his arms, not frozen, and exuded a faint smell of blood.

Humans can't smell this kind of smell, but jackals have very good noses. It's like there is a pot of stinky tofu in the distance, and the smell can be smelled from a long distance.

The two jackals quickly ran over there. They sniffed the pieces of meat and found that the pieces of meat were extraordinarily fragrant. They opened their mouths wide open and ate the pieces of meat.

The mountain snail saw the jackal eat the piece of meat with his own eyes, and then he slammed a stone on the tree a few times to attract the attention of the other slaves, and nodded to them quietly.

After receiving the signal, all the slaves became tense. They clenched the stones in their hands, their bodies straightened, and they were ready to run away at any time.

"hold head high……"

Not long after the two jackals finished eating the meat, one of them suddenly let out a scream, then fell to the ground and twitched continuously.

The second jackal also quickly fell to the ground. It bared its teeth, looked fiercely, and yelled frantically, trying to find out where the enemy was.

But that kind of fruit is too poisonous. They didn't last long, their limbs stretched, foaming at the mouth, and they died.

"what happened?"

The two jackal tribe warriors rushed over there immediately. They had a deep affection for the battle pet, but the battle pet seemed to be dying right now.

"run!"

Shan Luo suddenly yelled, then threw the stone and ran into the forest as fast as he could.

The other slaves also fled separately, and they ran in different directions. The jackal warriors definitely couldn't catch everyone quickly.

"Damn, they escaped, catch them!"

The jackal warriors glanced at the two jackals, and found that they were hopeless. At this time, the slaves ran away again. They were frightened and angry, and wished they could kill all the slaves immediately.

But the slaves ran in all directions, and after a moment's hesitation, they chose to capture the slowest ones.

The snow in the forest is very thick, but because it has been falling for too long, it has been frozen together. There is only a layer of loose snow on the top, and the bottom has condensed into hard ice.

The mountain snail ran desperately, and ran to the place where the trees were densely packed. He didn't dare to stop, because he knew that if he stopped, he might be caught back.

The screams of the slaves came from behind, and Shan Luo knew that some slaves were caught, this was the price to be paid for escaping, and some slaves would definitely be captured or even killed.

The mountain snail ran faster. As a former warrior, he was too familiar with the mountains and forests, much more familiar than those Jackal tribe warriors who had been living in the grassland.

He didn't know how long he had been running, and there was no sound coming from behind, until he couldn't run anymore, he found a hidden tree hole, and went straight into it.

"Huchi...huchi...huchi..."

Shan Luo was panting heavily, and there was no one around him. He didn't know how many other slaves escaped, but he was sure that he escaped.

The mountain snails rested for a while, and the sky began to snow again. Snow like rice grains fell from the sky, as if someone had knocked over a rice vat in the sky, and it fell to the ground with a "rustle".

The snow is a good thing, because the snow will cover up the traces of his escape, and even a jackal with a sharp nose will not be able to track him in snowy weather.

Time passed bit by bit, except for the sound of snow and wind, the mountain snail did not hear the sound of jackals or people.

"It's finally safe for the time being."

The mountain snail slightly relaxed the tense nerves, but the hunger followed.

He pulled out three root tubers from the clothes made of weeds and moss.

It looks a bit like a purple potato, with a layer of purple skin on the outside. This is the food he dug out in the snow before, and he has never been willing to eat it.

He hesitated for a moment, then ate only one purple root, and put the rest away, because he didn't know when he would find new food in this vast snow field.

After eating, the mountain snail leaned against the tree hole. Feeling tired, he curled up into a ball and soon fell asleep.

The narrow tree hole is good for keeping warm. Although it is not as good as a house, it still has a place to shelter.

The mountain snail didn't sleep for a long time, because he had a nightmare, dreaming that he was caught up by jackals, killed, and then thrown into the fire to roast.

Shan Luo woke up suddenly, he looked outside blankly, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

At this time the sky is still bright, and it will not be dark so soon. Shanluo knows that he cannot stay here, he must find a better place, otherwise, it is impossible to survive in the ice and snow.

The mountain snail came out of the tree hole, looked around vigilantly, and then continued to move forward, looking for a shelter in the vast snow-covered forest.

"I must survive, escape from this forest, escape from the central region, go to the southern wilderness, and go to the Mang tribe."

The southern wilderness without slaves and the affluent Mang tribe have become his belief in living now, and this belief can support him to keep moving forward.

He believed that since he had successfully escaped, luck should be good. To survive in this dangerous land, luck is also very important in many cases.

Those who are lucky can live longer.

The mountain snail walked in the snow for a long time. Finally, he found a hole in the earth. He observed it carefully. Fortunately, there was no beast occupying it.

The mountain snail threw a few more stones into the cave, but it was still quiet inside, so he finally felt relieved.

"Stay here for a few days, find enough food, and then continue to go out."

Shan Luo found a dead branch and built a fire by drilling wood to make fire. He always needed to ensure that the fire would burn vigorously so that no thick smoke would be produced and it would not be easy to be discovered.

In this way, the mountain snail temporarily settled in this small earth cave.

Other slaves, however, were not so lucky.

When the jackals were poisoned to death and the slaves escaped, the jackal tribe was furious and sent many warriors and jackals to capture most of the slaves and kill them all brutally as a warning to others. slave.

"Look carefully, this is what happens when you run away!"

After the jackal tribe killed these slaves, they hung up all their heads so that other slaves could see them clearly.

But such a move can only deter them for a while, because slaves continue to die every day, and if they see too many deaths, the corpses will not deter them.

　Thanks to the book friend "★i" for the 100 book coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)