Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

Under the arrangement of the tribe, only a little bit of cold water was given to Nata for several days, and no food at all. After being hungry for several days, Nata's expression was obviously wilted.

When Lu Er went to interrogate again, Nata suddenly laughed: "It's useless to ask me, it's about our entire race, I won't tell you."

"At least you should tell me, what do you want the Heart of Life?" Lu Yan looked at the firmness in Natta's dark green eyes, knowing that he might not give in easily, so he changed his question.

"Naturally because of its huge energy." Nata focused his gaze on the horn again, his eyes burning, "As long as there are three hearts of life..."

Lu Er and Jiao glanced at each other, and then asked, "How many have you got?"

Lu Er knew from Jiao that there were three "totem" trees of life in this world, one of which was guarded by the altar tribe. The other two should also have guardian tribes or groups, but the altar tribes don't know where each other is.

About twenty years ago, the totem of the altar tribe suddenly said that there was something wrong with the totem; it was probably at that time that the phenomenon of divine punishment began to appear. The altar tribe didn’t know who the enemy was, and had been guarding it for a long time. I didn’t expect that the totem of the altar tribe would also be poisoned because of the existence of the traitor.

Not long ago, when the war came, there was news of the sacrifice of the altar tribe—the last totem also had an accident.

Obviously, the three hearts of life were all targeted by Nata's race.

Lu Lin didn't know for the time being whether Divine Punishment appeared because of Nata's race or the loss of the heart of life, but there was no doubt that to solve Divine Punishment, Nata's race had to be solved.

Nata tilted her head and laughed again: "I am only responsible for this one. I don't know the status of the other two."

"Then how did you walk on the land punished by God?" Lu Lin frowned, "If you still refuse to say anything, then continue to be hungry-don't forget that you are our prisoner."

Nata's expression changed slightly, closed her eyes, as if thinking about something, and finally opened her mouth: "Okay...this question can tell you. If you can take the initiative to set foot on the wasteland of God's punishment and give us your heart of life , That's naturally the best."

He glanced at the corner of his eyes, and his expression revealed a trace of greed, "The solution is him."

"Me?" Jiao was startled slightly, looking at Natta's eyes, slightly with a bad premonition.

Nata suddenly laughed "hehe", and his voice became a little weird: "Just eat the body of the host of the Heart of Life, and you will be able to walk on the land of God's punishment."

Lu Lin felt a chill from his heart.

"I was able to walk on the land of God's punishment because I ate part of your totem body." Nata seemed to slap her mouth with some meaning, and her expression became a little pity, "It's so delicious..."

Lu Er stared at him, his eyes cold.

…

When he returned home, Jiao watched Lu Er's gloomy face carefully, and comforted him: "I've beaten him so hard, don't be angry."

Lu Ling looked up at him and sighed, "Do you think I'm angry?"

Jiao was startled slightly: "Isn't it?"

He thought his Asian beast was angry because the **** coveted his body.

Lu Wei sat on the kang silently, picked up a piece of dried sweet potato, did not put it in his mouth, knocked on the table and then put it down, raised his head and looked at the corner: "I am worried about you."

"Me?" Horn patted his chest, "Don't worry, they won't succeed."

Kok still has some confidence in his own strength. If it is just a fight with the enemy, he is confident that he will not lose. The last two serious injuries were due to the rushing beasts.

"It's not this. Have you ever thought about why the priest of the altar tribe suddenly called you back." Lu Yan looked at Jiao's eyes and slowly said, "What if the altar tribe wants to counterattack the land of the divine punishment?"

The altar tribe has been chasing and killing the divine envoys over the years, but the divine envoys are very cunning and only move around the territory of the divine punishment, and hide in the land of the divine punishment if something goes wrong.

In this sense, it is very likely that Natta's ethnic base camp is in the territory of God's punishment.

If you want to completely solve Nata and them, counterattack the base camp is inevitable.

If the altar tribe has learned that they need the flesh and blood of the horn to step into the land of God's punishment, will they feel softened because the horn is their tribe?

Lu Er didn't know the style of the Shentan tribe, but he couldn't afford to gamble.

He only has this intimate partner.

Jiao suddenly understood Lu Er's worries, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I don't think the tribe will do the same thing as the divine envoy."

Those envoys smashed the totem to pieces and swallowed them. If the altar tribe did such a thing, wouldn’t it be the same as the envoy?

In his memory, the altar tribe was not such a tribe.

However, the worry in Lu Er's eyes made Jiao Xin soft. He thought for a while: "Let me ask Zhan first."

At least this younger brother is still sure.

When Zhan was found, he was holding a brown-red wool ball in his hand, holding two wooden needles, and seemed to be studying how to knit wool.

Lu Er felt that the color of the hair was a bit familiar, but he didn't take it to heart for a while, telling Zhan the result of their torture from Nata's mouth and his own speculation.

Zhan was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows deeply, and put the ball of wool in his hand aside.

"Zhan, what was your attitude when the priest asked you to come out to find a horn?"

Zhan scratched his chin entangledly: "The priest didn't show this attitude...but from the other movements of the tribe, it doesn't seem to be a counterattack. The warriors in the tribe did not increase any special training or mobilization."

If you really want to counterattack the gods and punish the wasteland, you must select the best fighters to attack, and there can be no movement in the tribe.

Lu Er's heart relaxed a little.

"But this is indeed a problem." Zhan thought for a while and made his own suggestion, "Why not, the three of us will take the envoy back to the altar tribe first, and see what the sacrifice says."

The divine envoy responsible for this area has been caught in their palms, and the problem of the cold season travel that they had previously worried about is no longer there.

Horn pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Yes. I won't go back with you this time."

The altar tribe without the heart of life is not the goal of the envoys at all, and the horns act with this strange envoy. It would be no good if Natta controlled any beast along the way and notified other envoys.

A single **** made them not afraid, most afraid of the crowds of beasts.

Zhan looked at the red yarn ball that he had processed halfway with regret, and did not refuse: "Yes."

"Remember to knock the envoy stunned and take it away." Jiao thought for a moment, and added, "so as not to expose the location of the Redwood Tribe."

"Stun will not necessarily solve the problem." Lu Wei said, "I have a way."

Lu Er's solution was to urgently make something similar to Sha Ling and cover it over Nata's ear, and then sewed an animal skin pocket to stuff him in.

This will not only make him unable to distinguish the position and direction, but also avoid direct contact between them and Nata.

Although Nata said that he could only select dead or dying people for invading the body, since he was an enemy, Lu Yan would naturally not be convinced.

…

Zhan and the other two orcs left the Redwood tribe with Nata.

When Nata looked at the full suit prepared for him, there was an expression of indescribable expression on his face.

Zhan Ke ignored him, thinking that because this guy had caused him to rush back to the altar tribe, his face stinked so badly that he stuffed him directly into an animal skin bag, picked it up, and left.

Although the altar tribe is very rich, the food and fresh things are much worse than this small tribe. When it was time to part, God of War felt that those stinky pigs became more delicate.

It took nearly a year for Zhan to find the horns when he came out from the altar tribe, and he was still pointing out the direction of the sacrifice. It doesn't take so long to go straight back now, but when he comes back again, I don't know how long it will be.

Zhan Yi reluctantly bid farewell to the people who had been familiar with these days. He didn't see the red bear among the people who saw him off, and he was a bit regretful at once-he still wanted to find a little fluff before he left.

After the three orcs from the altar tribe left, the Mahogany tribe resumed its usual peaceful life.

Lie's house was vacated, but Lie still did not move back. Yong seemed to have forgotten about this, and the two entered and exited together, as if they were familiar with each other for many years.

Lu Wei leaned aside and looked at them as if they were wearing a pair of pants, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

After Yong was struck by Nata's invader Gang's body, and I don't know what happened, and Lie's relationship got better, and he almost had to hold hands when he went out.

Yong would be a little embarrassed when he was seen by Lu Er before, but now he is a lot more generous.

White Xu occasionally came to visit Lu Er, and he would sigh with emotion: "I thought I raised an orc cub, but I didn't expect to raise an Asian animal."

Lu Er entertained him with his own baked snacks made with mashed potatoes: "You all know?"

Baixu took a bite of the sweet potato ring, a little helpless: "I don't know if you are brave? Why do you think I live in Duoyu?"

"You can live back now."

"Forget it, look at what the two of them are greasy and crooked." Shirobe shook his hand. "I learned a lot of knitting from Dayu. It's pretty good—by the way, I knit a hat for you."

Baixu took a gray soft hat, put it on Lu Er's head, and looked up and down: "Yes."

The horn, who just went to fill the firewood with firewood, came back, seeing the hat that didn't belong to him, and immediately made a sour voice: "Whose hair is that?"

"Yong shaved off the skins of the beasts he had hit before."

Jiao was a little unwilling: "There should be only my fur on Green Ear."

"You keep all your hairs for you to make your own clothes." Lu Yan looked a little unhappy at the corner, and quickly added, "I will make it for you myself...Do you not want to go out in the same color clothes as me?"

The last sentence pleased the horns. The silver-haired orc imagined that he and his sub-beast were standing outside wearing the same unique color clothes, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

But he still said: "I'll do it myself."

Lu Er is so hard now, how can he let him work?

Lu Yan didn't argue with him either. He stood up and walked to the window, looking outside from the half-open window, and said with emotion: "The cold season is about to end..."

He turned around, his expression serious, "Jiao, we should have a spring plowing planning meeting."