Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

Every afternoon, Lu Yan and Jiao would go to the altar and listen to the voice.

As long as Lu Er sits in front of the deep pit where the totem was once planted, he can always hear the vague syllables in his ears.

And no matter how much the angle or the others listened, they couldn't hear it. The old priest also ran over to listen with excitement every day, but found nothing.

Lu Er held the Lingshui ring on the right knuckle in his left hand, carefully identifying the meaning of the voice.

At first, it was just vague and meaningless syllables, as if a person who hadn't spoken for a long time was trying to express his meaning, and it seemed that the old radio signal was excessively disturbed and could not be communicated clearly.

About a day or two later, Lu Er heard two of the words clearly. After that, there is only a mere noise, without any specific meaning.

"Weapon, purple?"

Jiao touched his head questioningly, and figured out the meaning of these two words: "That voice means purple weapons? Is it used to kill foreign races?"

Lu Er's guess is about the same direction as the angle, but now there are only these two words, it is too early to make a rash assertion.

He ventilated with the old priest and reported the two words he heard to the leader.

The leader hurriedly sent someone outside to find out if there were any stones that were purple and could be used to grind into weapons to attack foreign races.

Last time Natta absorbed the dark green substances in several aliens and suddenly became extremely powerful, which made the leader very worried. The fighting power of the previous alien races was not strong, and it was not much different from ordinary orcs. It mainly relied on the violent beast tide and the secret attack carried out by possessing the dead orcs.

Therefore, the altar tribe has always regarded those divine envoys as mice in the dark. It's just that I didn't expect that the strength of the alien race would increase so much after absorbing a few companions!

According to the news that the altar tribe inquired, there are traces of divine envoys everywhere on the continent, and the number is quite large, completely comparable to that of a large tribe.

If they all have this method of enhancing their combat power, even if their numbers are sharply reduced after their strength is increased, only relying on their improved combat power, no one on the mainland can fight against them except the altar tribe!

Other tribes are dead, leaving only one altar tribe. What is the significance of such a first tribe in the mainland?

Although the aliens seem to be only interested in the heart of life, the leader still feels very upset and intends to concentrate his efforts on a small part of the aliens.

If "God" means that there are purple weapons that can be specifically targeted at alien races, that would be great!

"Sacrifice, when you first listened, did you hear only one word a day?" Lu Er asked the old priest with some doubts.

The old priest sighed: "It takes several days for me to hear a word clearly... and it will take a long time for me to contact the gods. The news I know now is all accumulated over many years of adulthood."

Therefore, the amount of information he obtained is very small, and a large part of it is added by his own guess.

On the contrary, Lu Er was able to communicate with the gods steadily every day, and he could hear one word every day. The efficiency made the old priest very pleasantly surprised, and he didn't care about Lu Er's suspicion of the gods before.

"Since your efficiency is so high, try to hear from the gods about the way we are going in the future." The old priest patted Lu Er on the shoulder and happily gave Lu Er the flute in front of his neck.

The color of this flute is pale and simple. I don't know what kind of animal's horns were used to grind the flute. It feels very smooth. Even some of the bumps are so round that it has obviously undergone changes over time.

"this is?"

"This is a beast flute." The old priest saw Lu Er's eyes with relief. "When I used to sacrifice totems and gods, I would use this flute to play a piece."

At that time, the dull and melodious flute sounded through the altar, circling among the stone statues around the totem. The leader personally chopped off the head of the live prey, and the blood was sprinkled on the altar. The beasts under the altar cheered and prayed. Totems and gods can protect them from beasts and natural disasters.

Now that the totem has been destroyed, and only a piece of remnant remains on the altar, the beast flute has lost its function.

Lu Wei was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to shirk: "I can't ask for such an important thing."

"Don't worry, this flute is not a symbol of sacrifice, it's just something I'm used to." The old priest waved his hand. "I know you haven't decided to join the altar tribe or force you. It's just that you are almost the only one able to interact with you. Those who communicate with the gods, take this as a reward for helping us listen to the voice of God."

Lu Er was silent for a long time, but finally nodded, and took the heavy beast flute: "Thank you for the sacrifice."

...

Hearing the voice of God did not make Lu Er's cotton weaving any progress.

He had to put down the cotton for a while and turned to study other plants.

Bread trees and some fruit trees can serve as satiety food; tea trees, palms, sumac trees, and rubber, although the products of these trees have nothing to do with food and clothing, they have a deeper meaning in subsequent construction.

The altar tribe itself has no worries about food, and has made limited use of these natural gifts. Like the gorgeous paintings on the orcs that Lu Yan saw, the sap of the sumac tree was used.

Tea is even more of Lu Er's own preference. There is also a tradition in the altar tribe of collecting natural tea leaves, drying them and soaking them in water.

The breeding of these perennial trees is much more troublesome than annual grain. With the help of spiritual water, those plants that have been judged by Lu Wei to not need to be preserved have to be dug out.

Fortunately, Jiao has finished training for the construction team of the Shentan tribe. In addition to daily training, he has a lot of time to accompany Lu Er. As Lu Er's assistant to cultivate these trees, he works very hard.

Having been around Lu Ning for so long, Jiao’s knowledge of agriculture has greatly improved, and sometimes it is no less inferior to Lu Ning’s schoolmates in modern society.

Because an important significance of cultivating these tree-like plants is to counterattack the wasteland of God and Punishment, Lu Lin focused on strengthening drought tolerance and heat resistance to ensure that they can survive the drought associated with God Punishment.

It has been nearly two months since the first batch of orcs who carried redwood seeds and carried out the first demonstration of assimilation of the wasteland of God's Punishment had left for nearly two months.

I don't know if it is because the totem once guarded this place, there was no divine punishment near the location of the altar tribe, so the first batch of demonstration orc teams had to travel a long way to find a suitable demonstration site.

Fortunately, before they set off, the leader had already dispatched other orc teams to call on the orc leaders of the small and medium tribes near the Divine Punishment Wasteland, and asked them to leave early and arrive at the Divine Punishment Wasteland at about the same time as the demonstration team of the God Altar Tribe. Edge, save time.

When Lu Er finally experimented with the quality of tea varieties, and felt that the breeding results of bread trees could be included in the God Punishment Wasteland Synchronization Plan, the first batch of demonstration orcs sent an advance team back to report the progress.

"The wasteland of God's Punishment has really turned into a normal land!" The orc who returned to report was very excited, his eyes filled with shock and surprises, "Everyone is shocked!"

After cultivating those mahogany seeds with artificial fertilizer, those seeds took root and sprouted and grew up quickly like mushrooms after the rain, and they actually lived stubbornly on the land of God's punishment.

And just after the mahogany grew up, the land where they took root gradually changed, from the lifeless and dead grayish yellow with a little bit of color, and finally turned into a brown with a fertile texture.

Because the roots of the trees extend under the ground wider than they can see, the actual assimilation of the land is much more than they initially expected.

The orcs caught a few wild beasts and threw them on the land that had changed color. They went to see them a day later. The beasts that had been hungry all night were not drained of their vitality, and they only whispered weakly.

Even if the daring orcs directly set foot on the new land, there was no discomfort.

They cheered on the spot, and many others laughed and shed tears.

Because of the divine punishment, they have suffered countless displacements, and they bemoaned whether they offended the gods and let the gods send such natural disasters to punish them?

The frequent and continuous spread of divine punishment has also cast a lingering shadow on them-this time they migrated and left, who knows if divine punishment will appear next to them again? If all the land is swallowed by God's punishment, where else can they go?

Now, there is finally hope!

When the orc delivering the letter described the laughing and crying orcs in the newly assimilated land, Lu Yan was on the side, and his heart felt a little bit sour.

The leader and several other orcs in charge all looked relieved. Although the old priests, horns, and wars have assured them that they have witnessed the assimilation of the wasteland of God's Punishment with their own eyes, it is not as good as their own experience.

The orc who reported the letter finally said sincerely to Lu Er: "Green Ear, thank you so much! I will do whatever you ask me to do in the future, and listen to you at any time..."

"No need!"

Jiao interrupted him with a black face, "Go and do your business."

——I already have myself at any time, does this **** have an idea about his Lu Er?

The orc had long been accustomed to the pampering and possessiveness of his leader towards his partner, and he was not surprised by the same horns, so he turned his lips and said nothing.

Now that the method of assimilating the gods and punishing the wasteland proved to be useful, they must hurry up and start mobilizing other tribes to act together.

Lu Er took the opportunity to take out the seeds of the bread tree.

For a period of time afterwards, Lu Ling and Jiao had to take a period of time every day to provide spiritual water seeds and artificial fertilizer for making assimilation of the wasteland of God's Punishment.

Everything is progressing very well, but there is something that worries Lu Yan-Falcon has returned to the Redwood Tribe for so long, and he said he wants to test the return ability of the homing pigeons. No pigeon has come back yet.

Until one day he met Zhan beamingly carrying a fluttering white bird: "Green ears, what do you think I caught? This pigeon soup is delicious!"

Lu Yan stared at a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg, and quickly stepped forward to prevent Zhan from going to bleach the pigeon.

After identification, this pigeon is indeed a homing pigeon sent back from the Redwood tribe.

The bamboo tube was stuffed with two thin pieces of wood, with the words crookedly engraved on them:

"Caught, Nata."

"Purple X, come here."

I don't know if I can't write the word behind Zi, but I drew an eye.

The eye icon, plus the word "purple" in front, suddenly reminded Lu Wei of the purple pupil that disappeared before the arrival of the cold season last year.

Lu Yan remembered that he didn't seem to teach the word "pupil" to the orcs of the Redwood tribe.

Has the tribe found Zitong?

The ability of Zitong to come back surprised Lu Er a lot.

The second half of this letter is easy to understand. It should be that Zitong returned safely and sent a letter to Lu Er.

In the first half, Lu Er was a little surprised.

"Caught Nata?" Lu Ling repeated suspiciously, his face a little serious, "Nata really found the Redwood Tribe?"

Although I don't know how the Redwood Tribe caught Nata, the price paid is definitely not light.

With Nata's powerful fighting power when he escaped from the altar tribe, Lu Yan could not imagine how much damage Nata would bring to the Redwood tribe.

——Is there anything wrong with Teng? Is there anything wrong with Mang? Is there anything wrong with everyone in the tribe?

Seeing the look on Lu Er's face a little anxious, Jiao grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly: "Calm down, maybe it's not as bad as you imagined."

"Ok?"

"If the tribe is severely damaged, then the news they send should not be so simple." Horn and the orcs of the Redwood tribe have been together for more than ten years, and they have a deep understanding of their habits.

He pointed to the wood chip that said "Purple X, come here", "At least it must be mentioned."

If the tribe’s casualties are heavy, what use is it to bring Zitong back alone?

Lu Er calmed down, sat down again, picked up the two pieces of wood, and considered it carefully.

"Ziping...come here? Come back?" Looking at it this way, Lu Lin suddenly found something subtle.

The meaning of "come" and "come back" is obviously different. At first, Lu Er preconceived that Zitong went home steadily, and misused the words on the wood chips as the person who wrote the letter.

After all, the orcs of the Redwood tribe haven't learned words for too long, and it's normal to occasionally have useless words.

-What if there is no misuse?

"Zi Tong is coming... to the altar tribe?" Lu Ling put the wood chips on the table suspiciously, "What is he doing?"

For the Asian beast to travel such a long way, at least several strong enough orcs are required to protect it, otherwise the danger in the wild is enough to deter any Asian beast.

There are few orcs like Horn and Zhan, who can compete with a group of people by one person; the Redwood Tribe is now in an ascendant period of development, and it is not enough to absorb orcs every day. It is impossible to allocate precious manpower to **** without sufficient reason. Zitong came over.

Although Zitong has a lively temperament, he is not an ignorant child, and should not be ignorant of the general...

So is there a reason Zitong had to come over, or did he understand the meaning on the wood chip wrongly?

Jiao picked up the wood chip marked with the words "Nata, caught", frowned and thought for a while: "According to the custom of the tribe, if you catch Nata, the first thing that comes to mind is to contact us-we and Teng emphasized before He won’t act rashly after Nata’s harm."

"Contact us..." Lu Yan pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "So the tribe means'Nata caught it and sent it by Zitong'?"

Corner nodded.

"But Purple Eye..."

A sub-beast, where's the ability to **** Nata to the altar tribe?

Zhan sat by and listened to them analyzing the meaning of the letters from the Redwood tribe. He was a little dizzy. He grabbed another piece of wood and looked at it. He noticed the word "purple" with his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Purple?"

"purple?"

Lu Er frowned again.

He had previously linked purple with the eye icon at the back, and thought it was referring to the purple pupil, but in the words he heard from "God" before, there was also a "purple"!

This guessing direction made Lu Yan and Jiao a little excited.

——Could it be that the Redwood Tribe has found a weapon to restrain foreign races first?

It's not surprising that Nata can be caught safe and sound!

"In any case, according to the speed of the tribe's travel, it is estimated that it will take one or two months before we can see them." Horn put the wood chips back into the bamboo tube. "When they come, we will know what happened."

Lu Ye nodded, looked at the two pieces of wood chips, and sighed: "Use wood chips to engrave, so the efficiency of conveying information is too slow."

Zhan Ye handed over the wood chips in his hand, a little strange: "Where else can I be carved on wood chips?"

"paper."

Zhan heard a word he had never heard before: "What is paper?"

"A thing that can be folded, rubbed, and written."

Lu Ren remembered that he had already started to cultivate sumac trees, which could just be used as ink for writing, so he added paper making in his plan.

Papermaking is mainly to chop up straws and other plant materials and boil them into pulp, then spread them out and dry them in the sun.

A crop of rice planted by the Shentan Tribe in the previous experiment, the harvested straw was still piled there and it was useless, just enough to be used as raw material for papermaking.

Lu Er thought twice before and taught the craftsmanship of pottery to the altar tribe-the containers here are still wood and stone, which makes Lu Er very unaccustomed to light pottery.

There are many people in the altar tribe and they are well organized. After Lu Yan passed on the craftsmanship of pottery, they also innovated on their own, using various body-painted pigments to paint on the outside of the pottery, so that the dusty pottery became It is colorful and has become the most original artwork.

This time Lu Lin found the pottery orcs and asked them to burn themselves a container for spreading the pulp.

When the first piece that could barely be considered "paper" was produced, the Redwood Tribe's team to visit the Altar Tribe also arrived.

...

The person who came was really Zitong.

As soon as he saw Lu Er, Zitong leaped over happily and hugged him: "Green Ear! I miss you so much!"

Seeing that Zitong is healthy and safe, Lu Yan was also relieved, smiled and hugged him, and patted him on the back: "It's fine if you are fine."

The warm hug did not last long, and the two Asian beasts were torn apart by others.

Jiao pulled Lu Yan behind him and looked at Zitong with a black face: "Don't hug you."

Ao over there also pulled Zitong away, her expression aggrieved: "Zitong, hug me if you want."

Lu Ling only noticed this unknown orc. As soon as he raised his head, Ao Nashuang and Zitong's amethyst-like eyes attracted attention: "This is?"

"This is the young patriarch of the Zima tribe, his name is Ao." Zitong briefly introduced, "The Zima tribe is now in an alliance with our tribe."

"You are also from the Zima tribe." Ao muttered a little dissatisfied.

Zitong ignored him and pointed to a linen pocket in the car behind him that he didn't know what was in it, and his expression became more serious: "We are here to send you prisoners this time."

Lu Er had already thought about it: "Is it Nata?"

"Yeah." Zitong's eyes lit up, "that pigeon really delivered the letter? We don't believe it yet!"

"How did you catch Nata?" This was Lu Lin's biggest concern, "How much did the tribe lose?"

Zi Tong pointed to Ao on the side: "The tribe has no loss. Ao caught it himself."

Lu Er glanced at the big orc who looked a little bit silly in surprise, thought for a while, and made an inviting gesture: "Come back and rest and talk to me slowly."

The orcs of the altar tribe naturally came forward and lifted the linen bag, a little curious: "What is this, it doesn't look like animal skins?"

Lu Er just noticed that the pocket containing Nata didn't seem to be animal skins or animal hair, but he didn't take the time to inquire for a while.

Speaking of the sign of his tribe, in front of Zitong and Lu Er who Zitong had been talking about, Ao suddenly raised his chin: "This is the linen of our Zima tribe, haven't you seen it?"

linen?

Lu Er was a little surprised and looked at Ao: "You can weave linen?"

"Of course! In our tribe, weaving linen is a skill that everyone has to learn!"

"That's great." Lu Yan looked Ao up and down, showing a relieved smile.

Because of the cotton special beauty in front, the linen that Ao said did not surprise Lu Er much.

Compared with the linen itself, Ao, who has the skill of weaving, makes Lu Er more satisfied!

...

However, compared to weaving, the first thing to consider now is the major issue of eliminating foreign races.

Zitong and Ao you talked about their experience when they met Nata, and Lu Ling and Jiao looked at each other.

The speculation that Natta could erode living people has now been confirmed, making them feel a little chilly. However, Nata had never tried to erode anyone in the Redwood Tribe before, and this time he took the action after absorbing the power of several companions. Obviously, the pressure of eroding a living person on him is not small.

Compared to this...

"Nata's attack turned into ashes when it touched you?"

Ao grabbed a banana, studied how to eat it, nodded and replied, "Yes."

Lu Yan looked at Ao and Zitong for a while, and finally set his sights on their equally beautiful and rare purple eyes.

"Why do the orcs of the Zima tribe have purple eyes?"

"Because we are God's favorite!" Ao raised his chin again. After being smashed by Zitong with his elbow, he clutched his waist and grinned and said the truth, "Because of Zi Ma."

Zitong gave him a white look, then turned to Lu Er and confessed: "The orcs of the Zima tribe live in the place where the purple hemp grows. They wear clothes made of linen. When the purple hemp blooms, they will hold a ceremony and eat the flowers of the purple hemp. ......After a long time like this, even if it is a foreign orc, the eyes of the cubs born will be purple."

Ao hummed a little dissatisfiedly: "The secret of our tribe, did you just say that?"

"How is this a secret! You obviously show off everywhere! And the green ears won't leak."

Ao was still a bit wronged, and wanted to stand up and scare the Asian beast who took away all of his purple pupil's heart.

But he can only think about it. The orcs around the Yamon kept warning him with a very strong aura.

The vigorous contest between the orcs basically reflected the difference in their combat power, and Ao Yu reduced their combat power gap... If there is no one, he would be willing to challenge and exercise himself, but now he doesn't want to lose face in front of Zitong.

"Maybe... the gods hint that the weapon refers to you." Lu Yan lightly nodded the tabletop, thought for a while, and suddenly raised his head, "Did you bring the seeds of purple hemp?"

"No." Ao shook his head reluctantly.

Zi Ma is the core lifeblood of their tribe, where can they bring the seeds casually?

Lu Er was slightly disappointed, but soon he had a new idea: "Then you can directly experiment on Nata."

Ao didn't understand: "Experiment?"

"Yes, test your damage to the alien race." Lu Lin briefly pointed out a few experimental directions. "The attack released by the alien race can be invalidated by you, so how much damage your claws do to his boarding body? Can you take him directly from the body? Get out of here? Does he use his body to attack your defenses? Can he take advantage of physical fights? Is there any use for the purple hemp plant alone? All these have to be tested."