MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 29 Please god

One stood up to resist and died, and the others were naturally honest—they looked silently at the body of the orc prisoner who was described as 憔悴, but still had a large skeleton, and they were all silent, thinking that this person was crazy. Already.

So, according to tradition, after being lucky enough to keep their lives, they became slaves of course and were assigned to a tribe. Huayi is obviously very experienced in dividing the loot, and he doesn't know how he divides it. The big guys seem to have no opinion anyway.

After the celebration, Chang'an returned to his tent and found that there was a little cub with shackles and handcuffs.

The child was only seven or eight years old and had not grown Changan's waist. He was brushing a straw mat. When Changan came in, he stopped his movements silently. There was a pair of black on the dirty little face. Bright black eyes, staring at Chang'an without a word, said rather politely, "I'm your slave."

Chang'an frowned, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ruda."

After the child Luda said, he lifted his heavy hand and wiped his nose, lowered his head, and set down his hand indifferently, then walked to the wooden table, raised the water bowl, and held the jug down. Bowl, threw the water jar on the table, and gradually spread the water everywhere. Without saying a word, I lowered my head and continued to do the same thing, as if there was no such person as Changan in the house.

Chang'an stood at the door for a while. He didn't have any awareness of the site. He just felt that there was a lot of awkward people in the room, so he walked to the bed, bent over, raised his knife, and turned to leave. Pausing again, he took the bowl and spilled only half of the water. Two cows drank in, and then left.

He carried his own saber and walked to the edge of the tribe. After a celebration, everyone in the Giant Hill tribe knew him this time, and even women pointed at him in groups of three or five, whispered, Chang'an They pretended not to see him, and whoever said hello to him, he nodded briefly to anyone, and then left at a faster speed.

Just as he was preparing to get into the forest, someone suddenly shouted in the distance, "Chang'an!"

The voice seemed a little anxious. When Chang An turned around, he found that Huayi was striding towards him, his steps were too rushed, and his forehead also saw sweat. He grabbed Chang'an's arm and asked loudly, "What are you going to do?"

Chang'an froze and said, "Hunting."

After hearing this, Huayi didn't relax and said, "What about hunting?"

Chang'an looked at him somehow: "Baked and eaten."

Huayi raised his hand on his forehead and pushed him hard, pushing him back a step, and Spit Star almost sprayed on Changan's face. Huayi said to him with a beard and stare, "Nonsense, who asks you how to eat? You Is it because you want to leave after eating and eating? "

Chang'an has been carrying the knife, and it's weird. Without understanding what the other party meant, he poked the sword on the ground and held it up, asking very patiently: "I've sent you back, is there anything else?" "

Huayi is almost out of breath.

He was already busy. Solem told him that some people in the tribe had vengeance with the Blackhawk tribe before, for fear that there would be a conflict, so that he could pay attention. Huayi had just arranged for people to stare at the two sides. Who knew that? The old man who fetched water mentioned to others that Chang'an "carried a house beam" and walked south to the forest. He immediately knew that it was going bad, and hurried over in a hurry.

Huayi took a deep breath, and after getting along for many days, he already knew that the brother's brain was probably not the same as others. If he didn't understand it with ordinary truth, he took a breath and calmly said, "It's not good here." What? Is n’t it good to stay here with us? "

After thinking for a while, Chang An asked: "Stay here?"

Huayi sighed and continued to say: "Brother, I take you as my dear brother, like Solem. As long as I don't die, I won't betray you-there are some things you live in the mountains for a long time and don't understand People, always live with people, even if it is difficult to be a human, even if there are many troubles, but if you always avoid the crowd, and you are no different from the beasts in the forest, how can you understand being a human What is it like? "

Chang'an still had such a dispensable expression, but after hearing this, he thought for a moment, but nodded his head, and said, "Well."

Huayi was going to talk with him for a long time. He made up his mind to lied to Huo again and left him, but told him to make a noise with "um", and he hesitated for a while. Asked, "What does this mean," um? "

Chang'an Road: "OK."

He said the word lightly, and then passed around Huayi intently, and continued to drag his sword to the woods. Huayi was busy stopping him: "Don't you say it? Why go again? To Why go? "

Chang'an glanced at him and felt that Huayi was too forgetful. Did he just tell him to hear the dog's belly when he just finished speaking? But he thought this way, but he said again tepidly: "I'm going hunting."

Huayi couldn't help crying. He grabbed his neck and said, "You can't eat or drink here. In the middle of the night, what kind of hunting do you want to play?"

Chang'an seemed surprised, and said strangely, "Eat for nothing?"

Huayi: "..."

Tribal chiefs and elders usually hold most of the wealth. They have the power to control finances, manage the tribe, and allocate personnel. Other things do not need to be done by themselves. Naturally, slaves and sub-beasts with inferior craft status do the farming and breeding. The hard work of the class.

And hunting and training are more to improve the prestige in the tribe. Where does the leader want to eat, and the reason to go to fight?

Not only the chiefs and elders, but also the wives, offspring, sons' work cloths, guards, and even some of the confidants of these people are not working-the development of the large tribes to a certain extent is natural. Only those small tribes that came out of exile and hid in hiding in the hiding place were like duckweeds, and they didn't even have this minimal style.

Yes, they call this "style", and no one has ever said it is "free eating."

It ’s not for nothing. What do most of them do? Huayi was unable to speak for a while.

He couldn't say. Naturally, he was trying to deceive Dafa, so he casually said, "That naturally is not the person who usually doesn't work hard, but stays strong when the key is left."

Huayi said, grabbing Chang'an's shoulders and pulling him back forcibly, and continued, "For example, wars in the north, frequent wars in the north, and there may be ghost ghost tribes with long eyes. When it comes to disasters, whether natural or human, you have to help me carry them ... "

Chang'an asked, "When will the war and disaster come?"

Huayi's expression froze: "... Can you hope for something better?"

"Oh." Chang'an nodded to be taught, but he wondered what was wrong with it. After a while, he couldn't help but say, "Look forward, can't I just keep eating forever?"

Huayi put a slap on his back of his head and forced his head down, forcing Changan's chin to point to his chest, he really didn't want to see that ignorant expression again.

One Chang'an, one Solem, one **** who didn't understand, and one who shouldn't understand, should be cured. It should be neutralized. Thinking of Huayi like this, he blurted out and called him for a long time. For regret words.

He said: "If you have doubts, you might as well ask Solem, who claims to be the wisest person in the world. You'd better ask him stupid, and it can also be regarded as the people's killing."

Chang'an, with his sincere eyes, went to Solimu in a word.

During this period, the tribe's big and small issues were all pressed together for a while, and the transfer of power was no small matter. Huayi had to exert pressure, stand up, set new rules, start to attract his own people, and keep him busy in darkness. When everything started slowly on track, it was more than a month later, the leaves in the forest were half yellow.

As soon as Huayi was idle, he thought of Chang'an, intending to care about what he was doing ... and found Chang'an at Solem.

Huayi was stunned watching Solaimu sitting on a fallen tree with his legs crossed, supporting Chang'an and a group of guards to move him stones, turning the stones into a big grave. A wobbly dog ​​tail was inserted.

Then Solaim stood up, stretched his arms flat, and made an action that seemed to hug the sky, closed his eyes and yelled, "Furious wind!"

A group of guards look at me, I look at you, and then I have to follow Solem's instructions-Qi Qi blows air to the dog's tail on the grave.

Solemy waited for the wind to blow enough and ordered: "Lightning!"

This time, for a long time, there was no movement. Solemmu opened his eyes quickly and glared at Chang'an: "What silly thing do you send? Lightning? Flash me!"

Chang'an thought vaguely that this was a stupid thing, but Solimu vowed to say that this was the reappearance of the scene of the great gods falling from the sky, which could attract real gods to speak, with noses and eyes, and I do n’t know why. It really looks like it.

Chang'an then pulled a small dagger from his calf, raised his hand, threw the small dagger out, and a flash of cold light cut off the coquettish dog's tail grass.

Solemy closed his eyes contentedly again and continued: "Thunder!"

A sulking man next to Huayi took out a copper basin and smashed it directly with his huge fist. "咣"-thunder, scared Huayi a little, his ears were buzzing.

Solemn jumped in place: "Heavy rain! Rain!"

I saw someone on the tree who did not know when it had been seated, and after listening to the instructions, immediately splashed the water in the tub in his hand, with extraordinary momentum and general accuracy, and turned a group of people on the ground into falling chickens.

Solimu didn't care, wiped off the water on his face, and flung forward, throwing his body, and wow wow shouted: "God! God! God!"

Huayi pointed at him and asked the man next to the copper basin, "Lu Quan, what's going on?"

Lu Quan could still see the unopened bandage on his neckline, and said dumbfoundedly, "Solewood is going to enchant."

"Recruit a ghost!" Huayi walked in two steps and kicked Solaim's butt, who was kneeling on the ground and endlessly rumbling, "Eat enough to support, his mother's pain hurts everywhere- Chang'an, come here for me too! "

Chang'an stood rubbing his nose and sneezing wetly.

Huayi's liver fire burned him into a large boiler, and he was almost angry.

The surrounding tribes seemed to have negotiated. Qi Qi passed the letter and wanted to come to congratulate him. I did n’t know what to do. Huayi originally wanted to talk to his own people to discuss the matter, and they saw it. How do you spit yourself one by one?

You can't stand it!