Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

So the primitive people who had just "condemned" He Chen messily began to sing along line by line.

"Great Wilderness! Fight!"

"We hunt, we fight!"

"Kill the Arbo monster, kill the big food flower!"

"Food! Food!"

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"Kill kill kill!"

……

Ragged, tone-deaf, like a meaningless roar.

But at the same time, it has a reckless, powerful, and vigorous taste.

The sound resounded through the sky, and even the dark clouds could be felt to be scattered a little.

"This……"

He Chen felt himself burning up, his blood was boiling.

right!This is prehistoric songs!This is the song of the Great Wilderness!

It is not a soft homesick song, nor is it a lingering and sentimental sound.

The song of the wilderness is a song of hunting, a song of fighting, and a song of killing!

"What—"

Not only the tribal people are yelling at you sentence by sentence, even Xiaobai can't help but let out a long cry.

Just now when He Chen sang, it wanted to hit someone, but now, it felt like it had to say a word or two, otherwise the blood in its body would be too boiling.

"Quack!"

"Dajia~"

……

Not only Xiaobai, but also many fellow elves in the tribe were affected by their singing and began to chirp.

The scene was chaotic, even more chaotic than before.

"Uh, no, no, no."

The scene was out of control, and the whole fence was filled with demons dancing wildly and demonic sounds filling their ears.

"Mother." He Chen smiled wryly.

But at this moment, a melodious and forceful chant came from Monument Mountain:

"What—"

At the same time, Grandpa Baidie's old and murderous telepathic voice suddenly echoed in everyone's hearts:

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"boom"

Just four words, everyone's voice was immediately suppressed.

The tribe fell silent.

He Chen felt his eyes turn red.

Fight, blood, hunt, flee.

He seemed to have seen Grandpa Baidie following the spirit witch back then.

From the far north, starting from the destruction of the Zerg tribe, overcame thorns and thorns, braved the wind and waves, and finally came here.

Along the way, hunt, be hunted, attack, be attacked.

Blood and sweat go together, death and life go hand in hand.

This is prehistoric!

Big prehistoric!

Pokemon are not Pokémon, nor are they Pokémon.

It's Warcraft.

A monster that eats and is eaten by people!

"call--"

After a long time, He Chen let out a breath, opened his eyes, and was dripping with sweat.

In the sky, the rain seems to be less.

It seemed that Grandpa Baidie was only awakened by them. He howled a few words excitedly, and then fell silent.

"Boy, is this what you think? Oh yes, a song."

The rain was pattering, Chi and the others seemed to have just recovered from Grandpa Baidie's four words "kill".

Everyone in the hunting team seems to be in good spirits now, completely different from the one who was sick and sick before.

The power of song.

"Yes, this is the song! Song of the Great Wilderness!"

He Chen wiped the rain and sweat from his forehead, and his eyes lit up: "Uncle, you go back first, I will go back and think about it, let's sing together tonight!"

The chorus just now gave He Chen some new ideas again!

civilization!culture!

This is the way to deepen cohesion!

Flags, tombstones, discipline, and tribal songs can all enhance the centripetal force of culture, and virtually enhance the combat effectiveness of tribal people.

The former tribal people became members of other tribes when they were taken away, and with these "virtual" things, even if they were taken away, they would think about running back again!

Moreover, in order to protect the tribe and the people, everyone will not be afraid of death.

Even if the tribe is destroyed, as long as things like flags and songs still exist, someone will rebuild the tribe!

"Maybe, I have to make up some stories for everyone to hear." He Chen thought.

It can’t be said that it’s a story, it’s just a story about what happened from the worm tribe to the green worm tribe and then to the yellow worm tribe, and then narrates it after modifying it with some language techniques.

These stories are taught to the tribe's cubs from childhood, and when they grow up, most of the tribe's culture is formed.

Even adult tribesmen today can carry out the infection.

tell a story.

He Chen wants to tell some good stories, good stories about struggle, fighting and hunting, not beautiful fairy tales like Snow White.

About heroes, about ancestors.

Just like his previous life.

Thinking about China for thousands of years, heroes and great men have never been born at times of crisis and national destruction.

They stood up to turn the tide and sacrificed their lives generously, and finally created the most resilient nation in He Chen's previous life.

He Chen didn't expect that the Great Wilderness Tribe would eventually become a tribe that created a great nation like the Yan and Yellow Tribes, but he hoped that the Great Wilderness Tribe would last longer.

He knew it was difficult.

But there is nothing easy in the world.

Since the beginning of Qin, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty swore to destroy the Xiongnu, Ran Min killed Hu Lingjing, and the prosperity of the Sui and Tang Dynasties suppressed the world for hundreds of years...

Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty...

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so keep your loyal heart to reflect the history!

Those who offend China will be punished even if they are far away.

……

These are the spirit of Huaxia, proud and unyielding.

Talents emerge in large numbers, and the endless will has been passed down for thousands of years and will last forever.

Even in modern times.

Is it easy for the great powers to clean up China?Is it easy to turn the tide when the country is subjugated?Is it easy to inherit the immortality for thousands of years?

The boundless grassland, the endless killing enemy troops, and the millions of poor and weak compatriots.

Haven't come here yet?Isn't it a victory?

But now, for the Great Wilderness Tribe, must the problems they face be more difficult than those in He Chen's previous life?

All are difficult.

There are only two types of difficulties, one is overcoming, and the other is not overcoming.

Nothing is easy in the world. In the final analysis, it is all about unity, will and wisdom.

Look at those great powers, who still remembers that they are descendants of the Roman Empire?Who dares to say that their inheritance has spread for thousands of years?

Life goes on forever, only Hua Xiaer.

……

Perhaps because of being touched by the Song of the Wilderness today, He Chen felt that his brain was sober as never before.

All the past life events, one by one, are extremely clear.

Supporting civilization and culture for thousands of years, advanced and powerful science and technology.

Confucian culture, Lao-Zhuang theory, free thought, socialism...

Quyuan plow, waterwheel, wrought iron and steel, saddle bridle, hybrid rice, gene sequence...

Even the "Moonlight Before the Bed" that he memorized in elementary school is still vivid in his memory.

Just like a revolving lantern in life, one picture after another flashes by.

His body walked unconsciously towards the house, he was confused and his steps were stiff.

When he came to the house and sat down, the elves behind him, including Zi and Di, stood quietly at the door.

They felt that today's morning, no, today's morning witch was a little different.

Yes, today's morning is more like a morning witch.

It doesn't mean that he is singing in the air, but it refers to this moment when it seems like the walking dead has returned to the house.

There is an inexplicable, mysterious, and solemn atmosphere spreading.

Suddenly, He Chen who was sitting cross-legged on the ground spoke:

"I am Chen, the Morning Witch of the Great Wilderness."

Di, Zi, and Xiaobai's attention was immediately attracted.

At this time, He Chen's eyes were as bright as the stars shining in the night sky.

"I want to create a nation of heroes!"