Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

Horn trot to the water's edge, jumped directly in, let the cool running water wash away the sweat and stains on his body, and let out a refreshing roar. Then he quickly went ashore, wiped off the water on his body and prepared to find Lu Lin.

There were already a lot of orcs who came down to flush with the horns nearby, and some of the orcs with a careless smile laughed and said, "Horn, what are you doing in such a hurry? Your sub-beast can't run away!"

"That's it, don't play with us much!"

Horn gave them a faint glance, completely disdainful of talking nonsense with these single dogs, dropped the wiping skins and walked away.

——Hmph, orc without a partner, what do you know!

Lu Wei leaned on a tree, rubbed his fingertips on the trunk lightly, pondering the age and family of the tree in his mind, and noticed that the corner came over, before he took his thoughts back: "Where to go?"

The horns didn't sell off, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and asked with a smile: "Do you know the origin of the name of the altar tribe?"

"The altar?" Lu Wei chewed, slightly surprised, "Is there really a altar?"

He thought the origin of the name was the "sacred altar" or some vessel used to worship the gods.

"Well, it was there before." The corner touched his chin and sighed softly, "Now..."

It is now ruined.

Lu Wen stood in front of a broken wall, a strong shock appeared in his heart.

After he came to this world, he had never seen anything from the orcs that could be called "architecture". Because they will relocate once in a few years, the biggest things they built are nothing more than walls and tents made of thorns.

The various stone statues and stones lying on the ground in front of us fully show that there used to be a tall building here!

Although it is now too blurred to see the face, the magnificence of these buildings can still be seen!

Those stones are now covered with moss, and the original appearance is almost invisible; the stone statues are full of cracks, and the gaps have been filled with mud for a long time, and slender vines have grown entwined on the stone statues.

It was clearly a vibrant picture, but it gave Lu Yan an unspeakable sense of depression.

Horn came over, stepped on the soft ground, looked up at the sunlight hanging from the sky, and sighed softly: "Before the aliens invaded, here was a huge altar. The totem is in the center of the altar, with different surroundings around it. Orc stone statue."

Lu Ling took a closer look and found that despite the rough techniques, the stone statues could still be seen to be wolves, lions, tigers, and eagles... It seemed that orcs of every race had carved their own images into stone statues and enshrined them. On the altar, they protect them from the influence of natural disasters and spend every year steadily.

Following the horn and walking forward, Lu Ling could still hear the steady voice of the horn in his ears: "When I was sent to the totem here, I used to play on these stone statues, and sometimes urinated on the stone statues and was caught by the priest. It’s been a long time since then."

Lu Yan couldn't help laughing: "You were so naughty when you were a kid."

Talking about his childhood, Jiao is rarely ashamed: "The little boy is not sensible."

The two walked forward holding hands, and finally walked in front of a huge pit.

Standing on the edge of the pit and looking down, Jiao flashed a trace of nostalgia: "The totem was planted here before."

Lu Er still remembered that Jiao said before that the totem of the altar tribe is a living tree. After comparing the size of this pit, he was a little surprised: "How big is your totem."

"Dozens of orcs can hug you?" Horn recalled for a moment, and sighed, "Unfortunately, the bigger you get, the more you can't run."

"run?"

"Well, Totem told me before that he can actually become a human form, just to better instill the power of the heart of life into the earth. He chose to take root here. After a long time, he will not become a human form."

Lu Yan felt a little strange at first, but then he thought about the orcs in this world switching between beasts and human forms. It would not be surprising if there was a race like "tree people".

He turned his head to the corner, and saw that there was no sorrow and nostalgia on the side of the corner, which was a little strange.

Jiao turned his head to meet his gaze, and he understood Lu Er's thoughts with a sharp heart, and couldn't help but smile: "Totem said that their tree of life reincarnated from generation to generation, and after a new tree of life was born, the heart of life Passing on, the old tree will die and return to the embrace of God, there is no need to grieve."

He squatted down, grabbed a small pebble on the ground, and threw it into the deep pit in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming a bit firm: "When the aliens invaded, the totem had no time to split up a new tree of life and take away the heart of life. The heart of life is given to me-therefore, I am the inheritance of totem, and I cannot just indulge in sorrow. I must find a way to solve the divine punishment and alien race."

Lu Er also squatted down, hugged the little white deer in front of his knees, smiled slightly and said, "We can."

The corners of the lips slightly raised: "Yeah."

After a while, Lu Ling looked around and suddenly became a little curious: "Why didn't you rebuild this place later?"

Jiao patted the ground and sat down directly, with some confusion between his eyebrows and eyes: "I came here a while ago, and it was incredible after seeing this place was completely deserted. I asked my father and the priest."

"What did they say?"

"The sacrificial offerings are meant by the gods. Let them not change everything here and keep them as they are." Jiao casually tore a leaf from the vine beside him, and suddenly smiled bitterly, "I was a little worried at first, the gods Wouldn't you want to turn me into a tree and let me replant here?"

Lu Er's heart tightened: "Don't talk nonsense."

"The priest said that I think too much - if God really wants to turn me into a tree of life, after I am seriously injured, I won't become a kitten, but a small sapling." Jiao turned his face, and suddenly tilted his head. He laughed: "Even if I really become the tree of life, I am not afraid, as long as you and the cubs are there."

Only then did Lu Er breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard Xiao Lu An in his arms yell twice.

Little Bailu felt a little uncomfortable being held by Lu Er like this, moved his ears, and yelled "yoyo".

Lu Yan put Xiao Luan on his knees and smiled and pinched his ears: "I'm not comfortable? Sorry, Father Mu hugs you in a different position—"

Before he finished his words, Lu Yan was suddenly stunned.

The Lingshui ring on his right hand trembled slightly.

A vague voice suddenly sounded in his ears, like an old man muttering to himself, and like a child babbling.

He had heard this voice several times before, and it was fleeting each time, making him always think he had auditory hallucinations.

But this time, the voice became clearer and clearer, and even the direction it came from was very obvious.

——It came from this deep pit in front of you!

...

In the Redwood tribe, Zitong was awakened by Ao in the middle of the night.

When he opened his eyes and saw a tall orc standing in front of him, Zi Tong almost yelled in fright, and was covered by Ao's mouth: "It's me, don't be afraid."

Zitong returned to his soul, not only did not feel relieved, but his heart beat faster, took off Ao's hand, and asked carefully: "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

If he has a bad heart, he can't run away if he shouts Ao!

Ao gave a "hush" and whispered: "Aren't you going to the altar tribe?"

Zitong was stunned: "Huh? Don't you oppose me to go?"

Ao was awkward, and deliberately raised his head: "Heh, I am the young patriarch of the Zima tribe. Of course I can satisfy your little wish!"

Zitong stared at him blankly, and suddenly felt a little warm in his heart: "You guy looks silly, but I didn't expect it to be quite caring."

"Of course I am caring... and where am I?"

Zitong thought that you are the most silly orc I have ever seen. But he didn't say anything, only sighed: "So you are looking for me now to take me away overnight?"

Ao nodded and complained: "Well, the Redwood Tribe's patrol team is too strict. You can only have a chance when you change shifts at night."

"I guess you didn't prepare anything, so you plan to take me away like this?"

Ao obviously froze for a moment: "What are you going to prepare?"

Zitong sighed helplessly and patted his arm: "You go back first, I'm ready to call you."

——You can't expect this silly thing to do something prudent.

After a few days, Zitong prepared the necessary tools such as salt, pot, flint, etc., and installed them on a small trailer. The name was Shang Ao, so that Ao turned into a beast and dragged the car away from the Redwood tribe.

Ao was obviously a bit silly. After running for a long time and leaving the category of the Redwood Tribe, he changed back to human form and dragged the car forward while asking questioningly: "How do you convince Teng and your mother?"

Zitong blinked: "Not convinced."

"what?"

"I said I wanted to go out with you to find something, but I didn't say where to go—not to mention this, do you know the direction of the altar tribe?"

"Of course, our Zima tribe is not small in strength, and we have had a deal with the Shentan tribe!" Naturally, Ao would not be so deficient that he didn't even know the direction.

These days, both Teng and Zitong’s father can see that Ao is pursuing Zitong. They didn't feel dissatisfied with Ao, but felt that Ao's straightforward disposition was quite good, and it all depended on Zi Tong's own meaning.

Zitong offered to go out with Ao, but they didn't think much about it, only when Zitong planned to accept Ao's pursuit.

Ao didn't understand these gossips. Seeing that Zitong smiled without saying a word, he obviously didn't intend to explain, a little disappointed, and a little unconvinced. He turned around and told me carefully: "You have to stay by my side, the road is dangerous..."

Zitong still had a bow and crossbow that had been improved several times on her waist, and she didn't feel verbose. He just reminded him: "Look forward and look at the way!"

Before he finished his words, Zitong suddenly shrank his pupils and grasped the crossbow.

Ao reacted more quickly than him, and suddenly turned into a tiger with purple eyes, guarding the depth of the purple pupils, and let out a warning growl in his throat.

Among the bushes, an orc slowly walked out, looked at them up and down, and suddenly let out a weird low smile: "You are going to the altar tribe, why don't you take me."

Purple pupil squinted slightly, seeing the familiar face of the orc and the dark green eyes, and his heart was cold: "Nata?"

Nata raised her eyebrows slightly: "Even if you know me, it seems to be from the Redwood tribe."

He bowed his head slightly, and seemed to sigh helplessly, "Although it is very difficult to seize a living person directly, you have to try."

Before the words fell, endless dark green viscous liquid suddenly poured out from Natta's ears, nose, and eyes, rushing over like a life!

This kind of weird picture made them feel cold in their hearts.

Ao didn't know what it was, he just felt instinctively wanting to avoid - just thinking of the purple pupil behind him, he still roared and rushed forward without fear.

Zitong thought a lot, seeing Ao rushing over, she couldn't help screaming: "Ao, get away!"

That Nata can control Gang's corpse, maybe it can also control living people!

What if Ao Wanyi is controlled by Natta!

What Natta and Zitong did not expect was that when the dark green sticky things touched Ao’s sharp claws, they were like dry leaves stained with Mars, and they turned into ashes and sprinkled them little by little. On the ground.

The Tiger pressed Nata to the ground with a paw without any hindrance, and pointed his sharp nails at Nata's throat, which could make him bleed to death at any time.

Nata was stunned.

Ao easily pressed Nata to the ground, a daze flashed through the purple pupils.

He thought it was a terrible attack with the weird dark green thing just now, why did he turn into gray when he touched him?

——Could it be that you have the blessing of gods, and you can't get close to any monsters?

Nata was even more shocked than pressing his fierce tiger, his face was slightly distorted, his eyes seemed to stare out, as if he had seen some incredible scene, and his voice was hoarse: "Impossible! Why is this?"

Ao let out a low growl, and his paw moved forward, piercing the skin on Nata's neck and successfully calming him down.

Zi Tong was also stunned by the one-sided battle result. He got out of the car and leaned in cautiously, carefully looked at Nata, who was struggling under the tiger's paws, and carefully observed Ao's attitude and movements.

Ao changed back to a human form, still holding Nata's neck firmly with one hand, and when he turned his head, he was already looking dazzling: "Purple pupil, look, I said I can protect you, right?"

Zitong resisted the urge to roll his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: Okay, so naive, it seems Ao is still right.

After thinking about it, he reminded him carefully: "Be careful, this guy can control orcs and beasts."

Ao froze for a moment, and subconsciously tightened the fingers that pinched Nata's neck. Nata made a sound of "hoho" in her throat, her eyes protruding, and she was about to be strangled to death.

So scared, Zitong quickly patted Ao on the back: "Don't pinch him to death!"

Ao relaxed his fingers, and muttered unconvincedly: "This guy is our enemy, right? Why can't he pinch to death?"

When Lu Er interrogated Nata, considering that ordinary orcs were not involved, he only informed about Nata's identity and degree of danger, so Zitong didn't know much.

After the Falcon returned from the altar tribe this time, Teng specially asked the people in the tribe to say that Natta had taken off from the altar tribe and asked them to pay attention.

Unexpectedly, they ran into it as soon as they went out.

Although Zitong didn't know what the secret was in Nata's body, it was obvious that Lu Yan had taken him seriously before, and it might not be good for Lu Yan to pinch to death.

Zitong thought for a while, and said carefully: "Let's go back first."

"Huh?" Ao was stunned, "Isn't it just coming out?"

"Tie him up and take him home." Zitong took out a piece of rope from the car, thinking about it, and finding it unreliable, she took out a lump of animal skins, "his head is also covered."

...

In the altar tribe, there was only a dilapidated altar, surrounded by a group of people.

The leaders of the altar tribe, the priests, and several orcs who were mainly in charge, all stood by the pit, but their eyes were all focused on Lu Er's body.

After a while, a pure white lion jumped out of the pit, transformed back into a human form, and shook his head: "Nothing."

There was still only mud and vines and weeds in the pit.

The old priest was so excited that he could hardly stand still, and confirmed to Lu Er again: "What kind of voice do you hear?"

Lu Er thought for a while, and briefly described it again: "Like an old man, and like a child... The voice is vague, I don't understand what it is."

"That's right!" The old priest's hands trembled lightly, his face was full of joy, "It's the voice of God!"

As soon as he said this, everyone except Jiao and Lu Er suddenly changed their expressions.

God!

This sub-beast from the small tribe could hear the voice of God!

Everyone looked at him with shock, admiration, and admiration.

In the altar tribe, the atmosphere of "worshiping the gods" is very strong. Although the totem was destroyed more than ten years ago, they also lost the opportunity to listen to the instructions of the gods, but later the old priests could occasionally receive the instructions of the gods intermittently. Let them feel that they have not been abandoned by the gods.

However, the number of times the old sacrificial rituals can successfully communicate with the gods is very rare, and each time they have to prepare, pray, and sacrifice for a long time to succeed.

Now Lu Er stood here without doing anything, he could hear the voice of God!

It's no wonder that Lu Yan can bring a solution to God's punishment, maybe he was originally chosen by the gods!

Growing up in an atheistic environment, Lu Er himself has always been skeptical about the existence of gods, but he didn't feel very excited. Instead, he confirmed with the old priest again: "Sacrifice, what do you hear is this voice?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old priest was so excited that tears were about to fall, and he asked repeatedly, "What did the **** say?"

This question immediately lifted the spirits of everyone around him: Yes, God suddenly sent down the oracle, is there any major event?

Lu Wei recalled the pronunciation of those vague and unintelligible words, slightly embarrassed: "I didn't understand."

The sound was like a dilapidated radio. The sound received was intermittent, with strong noise, and it was impossible to hear what was being said.

The old priest was slightly disappointed on his face, and then cheered up again: "It's okay, I didn't understand it at first, but I only understood it later... You come here a few more times!"

Lu Er and Jiao glanced at each other, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Well, I come here every afternoon from two to three in the afternoon."

The weather was hot at that time, and the temperature here was relatively low, so I just finished the morning farm work and rested here.

According to the old sacrificial idea, he hoped that Lu Er could give up all other things and stay here every day. It's just that Lu Er is not a member of the altar tribe, he can't force it, so he winks at the leader.

The leader received the suggestion from the old priest and coughed: "Green Ear, your usual things are actually..."

Lu Er looked over.

The leader thought of the high yield and deliciousness of rice, the sturdiness of the brick house, and the practicality of fresh items such as cotton sweaters mentioned in the corner mouth, and he turned a corner in his mouth, "... is also very important, but no When you are busy, you can spend more time here."

There is too much leeway for this sentence, Lu Yan has no opinion, and nodded: "Okay."

After reaching an agreement, they confirmed the specific issues and details with each other, and then nodded and dispersed, leaving only the old priest and the horns by Lu Er's side.

The old priest wanted to persuade Lu Er again. He didn't expect to speak before he heard Lu Er ask: "Sacrifice, are you sure that the voice we hear is the voice of God?"

The old priest was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

When Lu Er said it, he felt that he was suspicious of the gods. It might be difficult for the old priest to accept it. He quickly explained: "I am not suspicious, but a little doubtful...Before Totem's misfortune, the sacrifice did not pass through the gods. Right?"

The old priest frowned, nodded and said nothing.

At that time, the totem was responsible for communicating with the gods, and the sacrificial work was only to enshrine the totem.

"After that, how can the priest be sure that the one who is talking to you is God's?"

The old priest looked at Lu Er up and down, feeling a little unhappy, but still said: "If it's not a god, who else can sense your arrival?"

Lu Ling raised his hand and glanced at his right hand thoughtfully.

It could be seen that the old priest didn't like this topic very much. Lu Yan didn't continue to say anything, but politely sent the old priest back to the tent together with Jiao.

Horn hugged the three cubs on the bed, fed them rice porridge one by one, and asked, "Do you suspect that the voice you heard is not a god?"

Lu Er was a little surprised and took a banana and peeled it off, "I thought you wouldn't like to listen to this."

The people in the altar tribe seemed to have a deep belief in gods. Lu Yan didn't want to put out his guesses that he had no evidence to discredit, so he didn't speak.

Jiao wiped his mouth at the choking Xiao Lu Jiu, and raised his head to look at Lu Er: "I know you won't talk nonsense."

Lu Er felt warm in his heart, handed the banana to the corner, picked up a small spoon and fed porridge to the snow cat, pondering the words: "This is the third time I have heard this sound."

One time was in the Redwood tribe pretending to sacrifice to heaven, and the second time was a dystocia.

The first two voices were very faint, so faint that Lu Er thought it was an illusion, so he never paid attention to it.

This time, the voice was clear and long, and it was obviously no longer an auditory hallucination.

"You told me before that God's temperament is more... happy, right?"

"Yes, Totem often complains that God is teasing him."

"The voice I heard is a little bit different from the feeling you said. It's a bit weirder than the feeling of joy and detachment."

The horn took a bite of the banana and was a little confused: "Isn't it like a child and an old man?"

"The sound quality is similar, but the emotion contained in the sound is not." Lu Wei recalled that feeling and slowly described, "The voice I heard today seems to be joy, but the joy is very lacking in texture."

"No texture?"

"Well, like an imitation." Lu Ling thought for a while, picked up Xiao Lu An, took a piece of candy and shook it in front of Xiao Bai Lu, "Xiao An, call out twice."

The little white deer grunted out of unknown reason.

"That's how it feels." Lu Yan put the inexplicable little guy down and took the sugar back in his hand. "It's purely an emotion of imitation, there is no real feeling."

Children who are like babbles do not understand the meaning of these emotions, and simply imitate them.

So after hearing this sound twice before, he quickly left it behind.

Judging from the previous description of the angle, their "god" should not be a baby who can't learn emotions.

More importantly, Lu Lin subconsciously felt that the voice he heard was too different from this primitive and wild orc worshipping the gods.

Jiao took Xiao Lu'an back onto the bed and thought for a moment: "If you didn't hear a god, who would it be? Why does it know that you have come into this world?"

"This is where I am puzzled." Lu Ling touched the ring on his right hand. "Maybe it has something to do with the reason why I came to this world."

Jiao was a little worried: "After that you go to the altar, and I will accompany you."

Although he couldn't hear that voice, he could at least take Lu Wei away at any time if there was any problem.

Lu Er smiled slightly and sat down: "Okay. But don't worry too much. At least from the current signs, this voice is kind to us. I will listen to it every day to see what it wants to tell us."

There is no basis for such a guess, but Lu Er feels that the voice is not malicious at all.