Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

Time flies by, and the end of the year is already in a blink of an eye.

The climate in the Shentan tribe is hotter than the Hongmu tribe. Lu Wei speculated that it should be close to the equator of this planet. He thought there would be no winter.

Unexpectedly, in the season, the same heavy snow as the Redwood Tribe fell, covering the entire tribe's land.

The Shentan tribe has been prepared for this and prepared various warming equipment in advance. Especially the fire kang brought by Lu Er, the orcs who experienced it for the first time lay on the kang and almost didn't want to get out of bed.

When he first built the house, Lu Ling thought that they kept the kang just because they copied the redwood tribe structure as if they swallowed dates. He didn't expect that even in the tropics, there would be winters that are not inferior to the temperate climate.

The cotton cloth is mixed with cotton wool, and the cotton-padded clothes and trousers are sewn on the body without fear of the cold wind.

Lu Ling stood at the door holding Xiao Bailu and looked at the heavy snow blowing outside, and sighed: "This planet is really amazing."

Obviously, the climate in other seasons is so hot as to almost compare with the equator of the earth, but in winter it is as cold as other places, and there will be heavy snow that lasts for several days.

This is completely inconsistent with Lu Er's geographic cognition. He recalled the geographical knowledge that he could still remember, and found that he couldn't explain it anyway.

The horns came from behind, a yellow-haired lion cub was on his shoulders, and the Asian beast cub was in his arms: "What's the matter?"

Some time ago, Xiao Lu Jiu and Xiao Lu An suddenly became beasts again when they got up.

This made Lu Wei so happy—there is nothing in the world happier than holding a little fluffy; if so, then hold two.

A little lion and a little white deer, hug and lick.

The big lion was so jealous that his green eyes were about to turn red.

Lu Wei turned around, took the little lion on the horns and shoulders into his arms, and said with a smile: "According to common sense, when the planet is revolving, the star's light directly shines near the equator. It should not change much with the seasonal changes. ."

Jiao was dizzy: "What... direct shot? The equator?"

"It's okay, I just sigh casually." Lu Yan rubbed the fur in his arms and sat on the threshold, looking up at the snowflakes in the sky.

The little lion in his arms sniffed the long ears of his brother next to him, and bit on it with great interest.

The little lion bit his ears not too hard. The little white deer moved his head and didn't pull the ears out. He planned to leave it alone, but the little lion's saliva quickly flowed down the little white deer's ears.

This is unbearable.

Little Bailu stretched out his hoof and kicked his brother, trying to save his ears.

The two little boys started making trouble in Lu Er's arms.

Lu Yan watched them make a fuss, and didn't stop it-after the two little guys turned back into a beast shape together, Lu Yan and Jiao discovered that as long as they were put together, they would always fight each other naturally. .

Maybe it's the natural rivalry between the orcs, maybe it's the pure play of the brothers.

But in any case, Xiao Luan was finally a little more lively than before, which made Lu Ning, who had been worried about whether the little guy would be unwell, heaved a sigh of relief.

Now Lu Wei let the two little guys play by themselves, and took the rice **** that the corner handed over.

This is a baked snack made by Lu Lin imitating the senbei of modern society. Although Lu Yan is not very good at cooking, he has the patience to try it on his own. After repeated failures, he can even make small snacks that taste good.

It is a rare resting time when it snows, and they happen to be able to enjoy family happiness at home.

After Jiao handed a piece of rice cake to Lu Er, he took a piece of it and chewed it in his mouth.

Lu Xuemao in his arms watched his father eat alone, and stretched out his hand anxiously.

The horn held the rice **** and shook it in front of the little guy: "Screaming father will give it to you."

Lu Xuemao kicked his feet, trying hard to stand up for the fragrant snack.

Jiao waited when Lu Xuemao was about to reach it, suddenly raised his hand, then put it directly into his mouth, chewing and chewing proudly: "Don't bark or eat!"

The food that was close at hand suddenly flew away. The little guy's round eyes widened, and it took a long time before his mouth slumped. Tears were brewing quickly, and he was about to cry.

Lu Wei helplessly broke a small piece of his rice cake and gave it to Lu Xuemao. He glanced at the corner with a bit of annoyance: "You deliberately made him cry."

Jiao touched his head awkwardly, and whispered, "Didn't I think he should almost speak..."

The other two have become non-speaking beasts, and they can only count on their second child if they want to hear the tender and soft "fathers" of the cubs.

Lu Ling hugged the furry in his arms into Horn's arms, then hugged Lu Xuemao into his arms, and poked Xiaoyaju’s chubby face: "Xiaoxue, hurry up and call out to your father, lest he be anxious. ."

Jiao leaned over and emphasized: "I still want to call Father Mu!"

Xue Mao glanced at him, with a tear in his eyes, as if still remembering his grudge, he lowered his head and continued to eat rice crackers.

Jiao retracted slightly disappointed and picked up a piece of rice cake again: "Looking at the weather, the snow will have to be a long time."

"How does the altar tribe spend the winter here?"

"That's the usual special training, or go out to patrol and hunt." Jiao recalled what he saw as a child, "It's actually a bit busier this year."

Lu Lin knew that Jiao was referring to the warriors who wiped out the foreign race, and couldn't help being a little curious: "They haven't come back yet?"

"Half back. In winter, take turns to wipe out foreign races." Jiao handed out another piece of rice cake to Lu Yan. "There are not many orcs who go out in winter, so it is easier to catch foreign races."

"How many alien races have been wiped out?"

Jiao recalled for a moment, but he was a little uncertain: "The orcs who went out to destroy the foreign race didn't know too much...Roughly speaking, there are probably hundreds of them."

Lu Er was taken aback: "So many?"

These are just numbers on the land of ordinary orcs... How many aliens have come in this world?

"Well, but the effect is quite obvious-the God's Punishment Wasteland that has not yet been separated by the plants that we have separated has begun to expand again."

The expansion of God's Punishment Wasteland must have something to do with the alien race. The God's Punishment is moving, indicating that the alien race is a little impatient.

"Are the tribes living near God's punishment okay?"

"The divine punishment will spread more slowly in winter, and most people should be able to get a warning in advance; and we have specially sent people along the edge of the divine punishment to notify almost all the tribes one by one."

On the one hand, they are mobilized to plant on the edge of the divine punishment to prevent the divine punishment from further expanding; on the other hand, it is also the news that the "divine envoy" is the enemy.

"Are the soldiers injured?"

"I hurt a few, there was purple hemp, nothing serious happened." Jiao recalled the news he had received, and suddenly became serious. "Someone encountered the foreign race's counterattack before he was about to die and was almost robbed of his body. "

Lu Er also solemnly: "Oh?"

"It is said that they saw the dark green thing rushing into the soldier's body, even though it was cut off by other fighters with purple hemp, they still did not stop it."

"The orc..."

"That orc is okay. He didn't react badly to Zi Ma, and he didn't feel like being robbed of consciousness. It's just..." The horn rubbed his chin. "After he came back, he slowly became a little timid and didn't dare to see people. Don't dare to go out hunting."

Lu Er frowned.

The Nata race has the ability to seize the living. This has long been guessed, and it was proved when Ao and Zitong met Nata, and now they finally met once.

"The people from the Zima tribe took him back. They plan to put the orc in the Zima field to'heal' and try it. After that, our fighters will use the long-range attacks to kill foreign races, although sometimes they may make the enemy. Go away, but it's not too dangerous."

If it's just a death in battle, if you really become an enemy and oppose your past partners, thinking about it will make them shudder.

"What does Nata say?"

"This is what I was about to say... Nata is dead."

Lu Lin was taken aback for a moment: "Dead? How did you die?"

Horn's face was slightly weird: "It was killed by the orc just mentioned."

They took the orc to find Nata before, and wanted to threaten Nata to surrender a way to treat the orc. When they took the orc and Nata face-to-face, they suddenly pounced on it and suddenly squeezed Nata's neck.

Then a dark green substance gushed out of Nata's corpse, which was directly wiped out by the other orcs who had reacted.

The situation was urgent at the time, and they couldn't care too much to protect their companions and did not keep their hands.

Lu Er was silent for a while, and sighed: "It's okay... the value of Nata's body has been questioned as much as we can."

After many times of "fishing" and torture, Nata is now full of fear for the orcs of the altar tribe. After torturing, nothing comes out of the torture. It's just that he was a captive and didn't want to kill, so he kept it.

Now that Nata is missing, it's easy — at least there is no need to worry about the people who guard Nata being taken over by this strange alien.

At the corner, Lu Yan's face was heavy, and after thinking about it, he changed the subject: "The priest asked if you haven't been to the altar for a long time."

Hearing this, Lu Wei pulled out his thoughts from Nata, a little embarrassed: "Because I haven't heard the voice of God for a long time, it feels like going to the altar is a waste of time."

He only heard the voice telling him "Purple Weapon" at the altar, and then when he listened, there were only meaningless noises and no valuable news at all.

After a few months, Lu Er felt that the time to go to the altar was too wasteful, so he reduced it from once a day to once every three days and once every seven days. Later, only once a month was left.

Thinking about it, he promised the leader and the priest to listen carefully. Lu Yan felt a little embarrassed, so he stood up and said, "I will go now."

It's just snowing and idle is also idle.

Horn hurriedly hugged the cubs and stood up: "I will accompany you."

When I went to the altar this time, Lu Er didn't have much hope, thinking that he would get nothing like before;

As a result, when he stood on the altar, a clear word suddenly rang in his ear.