Banished to Another World

The hunting team stopped at the entrance to the tribe.

The formation changed, and the team that was at the forefront opened a passage.

The chiefs standing at the forefront of the square waved their hands, and the tribal slaves and some fighters who had already prepared for them immediately ran into the gap. The soldiers were responsible for the supervision, and the slaves were responsible for picking up the pieces of meat that had died and had been initially marinated into the shed on the side of the square.

It was discovered that the straw shed was next to the straw shed he had been waiting for last time, like a temporary new construction.

But why do you want to build a straw shed to handle and place the dead prey and cured meat?

Suddenly looked up at the sky, watching the vulture flying birds that followed the hunting team all the way and now hovering high, thinking that this is the reason?

The chiefs raised their hands again, this time a group of slaves ran into the gap of the team, from which they drove out or caught the prey that was still alive and not hurt, and rushed them down a **** into a large pit under the square. After all the prey entered, the slaves pushed a boulder beside the **** to block the only gap.

That big pit, the last time it was because of being clipped, the angle of view was wrong and I didn’t see it.

There is still a part of the prey left in the team. Most of these prey are heavier and seem to be more threatening.

It is safe to guess that the prey that has been driven into the pit may be herbivorous, otherwise it may not be put together. The remaining prey is a carnivore. I don’t know how these prey will be treated. Is it in the straw shed he had been waiting for last time?

Let’s not say if you can close it. Can you plug it down first? Suddenly squatting in the middle of a huge, superficial, dying behemoth, I feel that my worldview has been subverted.

This giant beast has a long, curved and scary long horn, and it has five tails!

"Oh, they even hunted an adult beast, great!" the original mountain sighed.

"This harvest is really good." The original sculpture also said.

"It's about to start." There is a hint of excitement in the sound of the original mountain.

What are you starting to start? Quietly guessing, celebrate?

A large piece of open space was cleared in the center of the square. The slaves brought in a large pile of firewood and weeds. At the same time, they cleaned out more than twenty commonly used fire pits, refilled the firewood and put on the shelves.

The prey was disposed of in batches, leaving only a dozen wounded beasts surrounded by the middle. The expressions of the original quiet and quiet hunting team soldiers changed and became excited and expectant.

The formation of the hunting team changed again. This time all the soldiers faced the middle beast and formed a circle. The chief who was in the prime of the year also carried his own spear into the warrior.

Look closely at Caomachi.

Caomachi whispered blushingly and explained to him: "The **** ceremony is going to be held. Every time the hunting team returns, there will be such a ceremony. The top ones are the third-level fighters and the best performers in this hunting. Warriors, the other second-level fighters are at the outermost periphery."

"That level of warrior..."

"Their skills are not enough to participate in this type of hunting. This is the biggest hunting before the winter. After the hunt, the winter is coming."

I don’t understand why Caomachi blushes first. When it comes to winter, his face becomes very ugly. He still doesn’t know the power of winter here. He still looks at the winter in the past habits, even ignoring this body. memory.

Suddenly, the muffled sound of thunder burst into the ears of everyone.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

The land under his feet seemed to tremble, and he looked up sharply and violently. He saw about a thousand hunting warriors smashing into the ground with their spears in their hands, and a rhythmic low-pitched voice was heard in the mouth.

The encirclement was shrunk a little bit, and the beasts wrapped inside felt a huge threat, but their serious injuries prevented them from rebelling, and they could only make threatening snoring and make a little attack.

The encirclement circle is getting smaller and smaller, finally!

The chief raised his spear and the first one pierced the neck of the greatest beast.

I heard a scream of screaming like a stone strike.

The spear is pulled out and the bright red blood is ejected.

The chieftain did not evade and was sprayed with blood from the beast.

"嗷嗷嗷-!" The original tribes of the tribes made a roar.

All the warriors raised their spears and made a loud noise.

Most of the bald eagle in the sky was scared away, and some who refused to leave also flew farther and higher.

It is impossible to calmly keep calm in this kind of excitement. He raised his arms like Caomachi and mosquitoes, but he did not follow suit.

The chieftain retired, and a tall warrior with abnormal body muscles stepped forward, pulling out a stone knife and aiming at the neck of the beast.

The beast made a last scream and a lot of blood was sprayed down.

These blood is not wasted, and all are not known when it is delivered to the stone tank underneath it.

"That's a big man!" Caomachi is hard to conceal. "He is the most powerful fighter in the tribe except the chieftain. Many people say that he is also the most likely fighter to upgrade to the fourth level in the past two years!"

The cockroach with the same name as the beast was sucked into the beast's neck and sucked it to the last bit/blood. Then he wiped his face and turned to walk toward the crowd.

"To start..." Caomachi's face is very bright red.

What to start? This time, you don't need to ask again, because he has already seen that the great man who drank the blood of the beast crossed the priest and the elders, grabbed a woman from the crowd, dragged her to the side, and pressed it down.

The crowd cheered again, and it seems that such behavior is not only justified but also encouraged.

"That is the wife of a big man." Caomachi whispered.

The woman also screamed, but it was not like pain.

There are two, the soldiers who passed the blood of the beasts, after drinking a bit of animal blood, with an additional rush to the crowd.

After fatigue, nervousness, and stimulating hunting, most of the fighters are eager to get vented, so that they can be sure that they have truly survived, and truly returned to the tribe and returned to their loved ones.

After venting, they can get a safe and comfortable rest, now it is the last carnival of the hunting season!

The original battle stood at the innermost circumference. He was one of the few second-level fighters who could stand in the inner circumference.

After all the third-level fighters have finished drinking the blood of the beast, he and the other four second-level fighters come forward, and there are not many live beasts left in the field. After the beast, there are two larger, more fierce. The beast was killed.

In the original battle, a sculpt was observed. This sculpt is like a bird, a bird, a beast, a cry, a baby crying, a black spot on the back, and a head with a forked and sharp horn. People can fly for a short time and are not easy to catch.

This eagle eagle is the one who won alone. This is not easy for the third-level fighters. He wants to kill the eagle eagle and drink its blood. No one has any objection, except one.

A stone knife quickly stroked the neck of the eagle.

A spear is flying fast.

The original battle looked cold and looked at the original ice with him. "This is mine, go and go!"

"War, can you still fight now?" The original ice deliberately slammed into the left leg of the original battle.

"You see if I can." The original battle raised his left leg and hit the right leg of the original hail.

The original battle did not move, the original ice was shaken back two steps.

"You!" The original ice was incredibly smashed to the left leg of the original battle. He clearly saw the original battle last night, and he secretly pressed his left leg, thinking that his old injury had recurred.

The original warrior lifted and waved a spear to add a blood mark to the original ice face.

The original ice touched the face, violent, and rushed up to fight the original battle. He is a third-level fighter, and he was actually injured by the original war. This is an insult to him and a challenge!

The original battle grinned, coupled with the knife and tattoo on his face, the expression is really fierce and fierce, and the eyes are shot fierce.

The original ice was hugged by two third-level fighters. One of them shouted in his ear: "You calm down. Every time you fight, you will go crazy for a few days. Look at his eyes. Don't think that you are The third-level fighter, he would not dare to kill you! Or are you going to kill him?"

Another person is also calling: "What do you want him to do? The eagle carving is originally he hunted alone. There is a kind of you who also hunted oneself. Your mother, then you are so strong, you will be your slave!"

The original ice was dragged to the other by two people.

The original battle looked straight at the original ice, silently slammed the spear on the ground, walked in front of the eagle to fear him, stepped on its body, grabbed its neck, and no matter how terrible it was. , bowed, Zhang mouth bite down, forcefully tear, just to tear a large hole in the neck of the eagle carving.

The original ice eyes contracted, and the mouth snorted and broke away from the two third-level fighters. In fact, he had already drunk the blood of the beast. He just wanted to find the original battle trouble. He and the original battle have always been competitors. When he rose to the third level, and the original battle had to stay at the second level because of a serious injury, he felt that he had exceeded the other side, but in fact... the **** guy I have not learned to pay due respect to him until now.

"Hey!" spit out the flesh, the original battle biting the neck of the eagle, sipping his blood with a big mouth, until it was enough, gave it to another second-level soldier to bleed.

Wiping the lips, the overflowing blood of the beast was half-faced by him. The original war was pulled out and the spear strode inside the tribe. He looked calm on the surface, but his exuberant eyes sold him, and his footsteps were fast and heavy. He had to go back to his tent. He had slaves. He doesn't have to endure anymore!

Strictly saw the original battle.

Now the squares are in chaos. Influenced by the maddening warriors, the whole square is like entering the end of the night. There are people everywhere to make a bunch, and the two are relatively normal. It is not uncommon for threesomes and four people.

Suddenly and subconsciously threatened, he wanted to leave the square, but the grasses and mosquitoes around him were dragged aside by their respective owners.

Cinnamon wants to help him to leave, but after seeing the original battle, she is happy to wave and shout: "War, we are here!"

Strictly... I really want to block what the woman’s mouth is!

The original war turned and saw the boy who was leaning against the cinnamon soil.

Strictly watched by the eyes, the chrysanthemum is tight - this is definitely not an adjective.

The original war is getting faster and faster, and the sense of sorrow is not good. I just want to disregard the status quo of pretending to be unhealed, and push away the brown soil to escape, but when I am about to turn around and escape, I found something abnormal. His eyes fell on the left leg of the original battle, this person...

It was such a hesitation, and he missed the best time to escape. In fact, even if he really fled, he could not escape.

The brown soil looked at the original battle and seized the sternness. Immediately, she smiled and took two children to help the bonfire piles in the square. Before she left, she also shouted to the original battle: "I’m happy, I remember to bring my man out together with Dashan. Eat meat! Don't forget!"

When he was severely put down, he had already caught a golden needle in his hand.

But when he was about to prepare for it, the mountain overtook his mosquitoes and got them next to them. "Let's go! I look at you."

... This moment, a myriad of swear words broke out in my heart! The starring curse of staring at him, panting and holding his own slaves, is so unsuitable for language expression.

The original war was not intended to let the boy go. He was still worried that the boy’s injury had not changed well, or he had become more serious. He could only continue to squat. Now he saw that the boy has recovered and can go to the square to see the fun. How could he possibly let him go?

Coupled with the stimulation of the surrounding environment, the mountains and mosquitoes did not hide the madness, and the mountain's sneak peek at the burning eyes of his little slaves was a serious stimulus to him.

In order to determine his own ownership, but also to vent, the original war turned the teenager on the ground, picked up his leather skirt, spit in the palm of his hand, and bullied it and pressed it up...

He tightened the golden needle, and he closed his mouth and refused to scream.

Dashan made a loud screaming beside him.

The sweat of the man who was crouching on him rolled down on him.

The entire square is filled with strange hot air.

He actually had a chance to bully his hairy boy, but he found that there was almost no concept of chastity here. Looking at the expression of the mountain, if the original war fainted on him, he could definitely drag the original battle of "disengagement" to On one side, change himself to press it.

Even if he puts the mountain down, what about other people? There are not many companions and slave warriors here. Those people can share a slave with a good brother. Once he has no protection from his master and his friend, his end is no better than the tribal common slaves.

Strict and strict, here is no longer the civilized society you have been waiting for. Here is another world, barbaric, rude and direct. You want to live in this world, you want to give you and the children you are not here will come to make a good living environment, you must become stronger, you must... learn to be patient.

Patience, isn't this the skill you have learned so far?

Nothing can't be tolerated, there is nothing at all.

In the end, the silence can still be distracted: Maybe I need to do a suture operation afterwards, but what if my hand is not long enough?