Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

He Chen ran up the mountain and saw some people digging holes to bury the bodies.

He slowed down.

He searched everywhere. There were more than a dozen people in the hunting team. Five died this time, including two ordinary tribesmen.

In fact, this is already considered a rare victory. You must know that their opponent is an overwhelming group of food flowers.

Fortunately, their Baddie can restrain grass elves, and fortunately they have the help of Suicune and Grandpa Baidie.

However, no matter how great the victory is, the lost lives cannot be restored.

He came to a tomb where the earth was buried.

He still remembered that the two brothers Sha and Tu helped him catch the big murderer when he went hunting for the first time, and helped him transport it back.

The two brothers, Sha and Tu, are both simple and honest. They do all the dirty and tiring work of the hunting team.

Just die.

Buried together is the earthy Ba Dadie.

"Ugh."

He Chen felt a little sad.

Di is not there, Zi is not there, and Xiaobai is also in the room.

There was no one to talk to, so he just sat down on the spot.

The soil of the tomb was filled up, and there was no small soil bump like the tomb in He Chen's previous life.

Touched the tombstone.

Cold, rough, and angular.

It's actually a stone.

He Chen could foresee that there would be many more stones like this in the future, adorning the entire Monument Mountain.

"Uncle Tu, go with peace of mind, I will protect the tribe well."

He was down.

After a while, he got up and walked towards Grandpa Baidie's cave.

In the cave, Grandpa Baidie and Suijun were sleeping, while the croaking frog was guarding the door of the cave.

The tree at the entrance of the cave was broken in the previous skill collision, and the wood was transported down the mountain to make a wooden house. There was only one uneven stump in place.

He Chen looked down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, people built wooden houses around Monument Mountain. The wooden houses are surrounded by fences, which look lively.

He turned around and walked into the cave.

"Grandpa Baidie." He Chen said softly.

Grandpa Baidie and Shui Jun wake up one after another.

"Boy, what's the matter?"

Grandpa Baidie's voice is always so kind.

"Grandpa Baidie..."

He Chen didn't know whether he should speak or not, but he had come this far and had to speak.

"Grandpa Baidie, the two tribes have merged, and it is inappropriate to call them the Green Worm Tribe."

The Green Worm Tribe was the initial name given by Lingwu and Grandpa Baidie, and it has a special meaning.

But now that the tribes have been merged, it is inappropriate to call them the Green Worm tribe, and it is not conducive to the integration of the tribes.

The only way is to call a tribe a name that is moderate and has no special representative color. For example, the Insect Tribe was like this back then. It was a fusion of various insect tribes, so it was called the Insect Tribe.

"Hmm..." Grandpa Baidie pondered.

He Chen waited for the answer.

He knew that Grandpa Baidie must have deep feelings for the Green Insect Tribe. After all, he had lived here for a long time and still had his original promise.

However, he still hopes to change his name.

Apart from the reasons just now, among other things, He Chen merged with other tribes, saying that he was a "green worm tribe" and saying that he was "the number one tribe in the world" felt different.

The former is obviously a tribe with only one kind of elf, the green worm, while the latter has more than one kind of elf.

And the name of the giant current tribe is so nice.

"Can……"

Grandpa Baidie sighed: "The soul is dead, so there's no point in guarding it."

He Chen nodded.

The preface said that his teacher, the spirit witch, has already left, and if he leaves, he is dead, so...

wrong!

He Chen suddenly realized: "Grandpa Baidie, the spirit witch may not be dead yet!"

Gan.

When primitive people say that a person is dead, they will just say that they are dead, and they will not say "gone" like He Chen in his previous life, and he walked away peacefully.

"Grandpa Baidie, brother Xu said that the spirit witch has left, he didn't say that the spirit witch is dead!"

Only then did He Chen discover the problem.

"Then you..." Grandpa Baidie's originally low voice became a little high-pitched: "Why did you say..."

Gan!

I thought they were talking about that "gone"!

"I got it wrong." He Chen blushed.

"So, Ling is really not dead yet?" Grandpa Baidie's tone became a little excited.

"This, I don't know either." He Chen thought about it.

He guessed that Ling should have special powers like her father "Insect", so he lived a long life.

Grandpa Baidie calmed down and said, "Let's change the name..."

However, Grandpa Baidie's eyes became erratic.

It muttered to itself: "Ling...why haven't you come to see me for so long? Have you forgotten about Xiao Baidie..."

He Chen felt sad when he heard it.

Huh, no...

"That...Grandpa Baidie..." He Chen scratched his head: "I heard from Brother Xu, is the spirit witch... that... Lu Chi?"

"It's the kind of people who don't know the direction and get lost when they go out."

Grandpa Baidie froze.

"That's right... Ling is the 'Lu Chi' you mentioned." Grandpa Baidie nodded.

It seems that it has also thought that the spirit witch may not know the way home!

"No, I'm going out to find her!" Grandpa Baidie shook his only wing as he spoke, wanting to fly.

However, the red light of the boulder below him was linked to him, making it impossible for him to escape.

"I'm going...I'm going to find her!"

Suicune stood up, not knowing what to say, Quacking Paowa also looked curiously at Grandpa Baidie who was different from usual.

"Grandpa Baidie, you can't find the spirit wizard if you go out now." He Chen quickly advised:

"Instead of going out aimlessly looking for the spirit witch, it's better to wait here for her to come back. Otherwise, if she finds the way back and you go out after she comes back, will she think you have broken your promise?"

Grandpa Baidie stopped struggling: "Yes...you are right...I will wait for her here..."

After saying that, it raised its head and looked at He Chen: "Zaizi, you are a witch. You can decide everything. I believe you."

It means that whether it is the name or others, it can be decided by He Chen.

He Chen was a little moved: "Okay!"

……

Returning to the tribe at the foot of the mountain, people planted and watered the plants, built wooden houses, and Hua led several women to run back and forth from wooden house to wooden house, carrying medicine for wounds in their hands.

A few members of the hunting team were sitting on the wooden roof to watch, with Baddie hanging above their heads.

The stone house where the jerky was stored was destroyed, so some people are still carrying the jerky.

The people from the Yellow Worm Tribe couldn't help being a little envious when they saw the reserves of dried meat in the Green Worm Tribe.

Although they have a large number of people, they also consume a lot, and there is not so much dried meat to store.

Moreover, the green worm tribe can also grow tree fruits and other things to eat, which really makes them envious.

But now they are a tribe, so things can be shared together in the future.

Some people from the Yellow Insect Tribe even felt that their moods had improved.

"Witch! Morning witch! Look at this!" Zhi came over with a yellow-green thing in his hand.

He Chen took a closer look and his face turned cold.

Silly flower!

He's just a dumbass who passed out.

When he saw this thing, he was upset and wanted to chop it off.

"Morning Witch, do you want to treat it as a slave?" Zhi's eyes were bright: "We also found some small piranha flowers there, which are dumb-mouthed flowers."

He Chen's eyes lit up.

yes!He was the one who liked elves before, how come he forgot now?

Can't elves also be used as slaves?Those who are close are partners, and those who hate are of course slaves.

"Okay!" He Chen nodded: "Uncle Zhi, aren't you feeding those two little rats? By the way, you can lock up these dumb flowers and trumpet buds, and then command them to do things!"

He thought of the Koudaihua and trumpet buds that devoured the flesh and blood on the soil body before, and the hatred in his heart did not diminish.

Be sure to squeeze these man-eating elf slaves hard!

A cold light flashed in He Chen's eyes.

Zhi Ze happily handed over a group of people to go out to clean the battlefield outside the city.

"That's right! Uncle Zhi, bring in some pieces of the flesh and blood of the big flower from outside."

He Chen thought about it, maybe the crops could grow better in the land watered by the flesh and blood of the giant flower.

……

By the bonfire at night.

Now there are many more bonfires, and everyone from the Yellow Worm Tribe has come.

Fortunately, the wooden house can sleep even if it is crowded, and the food is temporarily sufficient.

Taking advantage of everyone's gathering, He Chen announced his decision to change his name.

"Rename? Okay!"

"Why did you change your name?"

"Should we call it the tribe of green worms, green chrysalis and white butterflies?"

Everyone discussed.

He Chen was speechless.

Fortunately, these barbarians were not allowed to be named, otherwise archaeologists will see it in the future, and he will feel ashamed under all circumstances.

"I've already thought of a name!"

He Chen pondered in his mind.

Everyone turned their attention in unison.

"The name of the tribe..."

"Great wilderness!"