Traveling through the beast world to be a god stick

Wen Lie blinked.

Is this because the orcs love each other?

He was a little speechless, but it didn't prevent his paw from quickly opening the schoolbag and finding the reward——

The number of armor-piercing horn bows is 1, and the number of iron feather arrows is 20

……

Wen Lie was surprised again.

Now that you have templates, worry about not being able to buy more weapons from the guide?

Although the trick is that the daily trading limit of the guide is three times. Last time, after he found the huge difference in buying and selling green stone mushrooms from the guide, he wanted to resell it a few times to make a fortune, but he came back with a warning from the guide. People are not fools.

Although the number of transactions is limited, as long as he perseveres, he can always form a bow and arrow team, right?

Regardless of whether the orcs can use it or not, according to the performance of Miao and Mo last time, it is estimated that other people are not far behind. Even if he can't master the use of bows and arrows for a while, he can find a few good ones first. Come and practice slowly, and then popularize the usage method through them.

Wen Lie has observed the fighting methods of the orcs, whether it is in human form or in the state of orcs, it is an absolute competition of strength, without any skills at all.

If they go through a certain skill training, coupled with a suitable weapon, their strength will never stop here.

A strong offense and defense is indispensable for the establishment of a new tribe.

They were short of manpower, even with the Little Bear tribe, they could barely be considered a small tribe.

The lack of numbers must be combined with a more powerful single-player combat capability, otherwise, just like the Little Bear tribe, Myu and the twenty orcs all want to solve it in one pot.

When he came back to his senses, Wen Lie hurriedly called the orcs up. He always found the inconsistencies in this world. He has such a long history. Why are the basic healing and writing still held by people like "priests"? With firm control, infrastructure construction has suffered a complete failure.

But in fact, there is some truth to thinking about it.

In ancient China, wasn’t it also the gentry class that had access to writing and education?

For ordinary people, things like books are something they can't afford in their entire lives.

By analogy, it can also be called the original environmental background of the orcs.

In the final analysis, there is still a lack of culture and inheritance, and the cornerstone of inheritance is writing.

After figuring this out, Wen Lie made a decision, and he said solemnly: "The Beast God will not deprive anyone of the right to humbly ask for advice, whether it is power, healing techniques, text inheritance, or other knowledge and skills," he said clearly. The voice echoed in the cave, "Everything that the Beast God gives to his people is for the capable!"

hum!

Everyone's heads seemed to be hit hard by a rock, and the words of the great witch rang in their ears for a long time, over and over again.

They obviously couldn't understand the weird pronunciations that the great witch said at the end, but they were so lucky that the orcs understood it in an instant.

The half-orcs knelt down one after another, except for Wen Lie and Miao, no one stood up. They knelt straight on the hard rock, looked up in shock, and couldn't believe what they heard was true.

But seeing the great witch's determined expression, they felt that nothing was impossible.

"Is this... a gift from the Beast God?" Someone murmured.

"No," Wen Lie shook his head, "This is your deprived right!"

In the cave full of people, only this sentence lingered in my ears.

After dinner, Wen Lie came out and called Miao aside, "Tell your people to cut down some trees and come back."

Miao didn't speak, and touched Wen Lie's face abruptly. The coldness of the tentacles made him frown, and said, "Come out to warm yourself when you're cold. You can't light a fire in the small hole, and it will burn you."

Wen Lie touched his face subconsciously. Where the back of the opponent's hand rubbed, the fiery temperature still remained. He couldn't help feeling that he was indeed the number one warrior, with excellent physical fitness.

Although the inside of the small hole is well sealed, it is still not as warm as the ventilated big hole outside. He sniffed, "Okay, I'll bake outside for a while. You take a few people to cut down trees. They will be used for hunting tomorrow, and you can find some more. The more dead vines come back, the better."

After hearing this, Miao went over to give a few orders to some orcs, and saw them obey the order with the meat sticks in their mouths.

A lot of fires were lit in the big cave. Wen Lie found someone close to the corner and went back to the small cave to get the authentic tailor's needle he exchanged for [-] reform coins, and the animal skin he was looking for to borrow, and leaned against the stone wall Go up, roasting on the fire, planning to use this time to make clothes for Bai.

As soon as he sat down, a shadow came over him, and when he looked up, he asked, "Did you go?"

Myu sat down and didn't speak.

Wen Lie looked at him again suspiciously, what's wrong with this guy, he usually barks his teeth and claws, why is he so quiet today.

He doesn't care about the other party, he does his own thing.

Myuu looked at the non-orc man, who was holding a small pointed object in his snow-white hand, which was similar to the one on the sleeve arrow, but smaller and thinner. After thinking about it, it should be the metal needle that the non-orc man had mentioned. It is much more convenient than bone needles.

He was almost fascinated watching the other party's hands moving between the two brown and black animal skins, like a conversation or talking to himself: "You are not awakening witch power."

Wen Lie didn't hear clearly, "What?" He frowned, looking at the two pieces of animal skins that didn't match, and really wanted to buy a pair of scissors.

When Miao saw it, he pulled it over, "Where?"

Wen Lie pointed subconsciously: "Here, make it the same, here we need to dig out two semicircles, both of which are the same."

Miao transformed his sharp claws, and quickly scratched along the place where Wen Lie pointed, then retracted the sharp claws and tore gently, and the cutting work that made Wen Lie extremely distressed was completed.

Wen Lie continued, and Miao asked again: "Are you really going to teach others what your 'beast god' taught you?"

Wen Lie didn't raise his head, "'My' beast god doesn't have so many rules." He emphasized "mine".

The orcs never believed what he said, the so-called priest of the beast god.

I don't know what kind of thing the other party has transformed his "beast god" into.

Perhaps earlier, he would have been nervous about it, but now, he was too lazy to hide in front of the orcs.

This person's ability to accept is unexpectedly strong, and his personality is arrogant, even the "beast god" is not in his eyes. I am afraid that there will be no characters who can make him surrender in this life.

Myu seemed to sneer, "Then why does it hurt you so much? Didn't you do something wrong?"

Wen Lie didn't notice the temptation in his words. When he heard it, he put away the things in his hand. When the other party said this, he had to say a few words, "It's not that I did something wrong, it's you."

Facing the non-orc's accusation, Miao was taken aback, "We?" Obviously this answer was beyond his expectation.

Wen Lie didn't plan to say any more, it depends on the person to win sympathy.

But the orc didn't intend to let him go, grabbed the animal skin from his hand, and clasped his wrist tightly, "Speak clearly!"

Wen Lie was once again confused by what the orc was doing today, and he finally turned his eyes to the past. Under the dim light, the orc pursed his lips, his expression was tense, his eyes were stubborn, and his whole person was indomitable.

With a thought in his heart, he actually had an absurd guess. He cautiously probed: "Are you worried?"

God, shouldn't this be true?

With almost no time to react, Miao rushed towards him fiercely, "You don't care!"

After Miao said this, he regretted it. When he got up, he accidentally pressed the non-orc's arm, causing the other party to yell out in pain.

With a shake of his hand, he quickly grabbed Wen Lie's hand and pulled off the animal skin.

The hideous scar on it made him frown tightly, and he stared fiercely at the glaring scar, "Why isn't it healed yet?!"

His arm suddenly caught the wind, and Wen Lie's hair stood on end. He snatched his hand from the orc, put down the animal skin, and said speechlessly, "You think everyone is like you."

Wen Lie is envious of the powerful recovery ability of the dead orcs.

Three days for a minor injury and five days for a major injury, that's definitely not a joke.

Myuu didn't speak any more, he seemed to be thinking about something seriously, his stern face was deep and charming.

Wen Lie finished the sewing of the little animal fur coat, and was thinking about whether to test the orc again, in order to try to influence the other party when he regained a little bit of conscience.

The orcs who went out to find vines and chop trees are back.

The orcs, who were bored with eating meat sticks and warming themselves by the fire, rushed up and surrounded them.

"Why did you cut down the tree again? There is enough to burn in the cave."

Everyone felt that Da Wu and Miao were a little too worried. Even if the snow was about to fall, it was impossible to burn the wood they had prepared.

Wen Lie walked over, and the crowd automatically made way for him. He squatted down and looked at the trees surrounded by several people. The wooden core was dense red, which looked hard and firm. He stood up, Nodded, "Go ahead and cut it down to the size you want to use for fire."

An orc groaned, "Great Witch, this tree smokes when it burns."

Wen Lie couldn't explain clearly, so he simply picked up a piece of half-burned charcoal from the side of the fire, squatted on a fairly clean and bright open space, and drew a figure with a few strokes, with the bottom pointing up.

"It's similar to your sharp stone sticks, but the bottom is thicker and the top is sharper."

He put down the charcoal and found no one was talking, so he clapped his hands, "Did you understand?"

Still no one spoke. After a long time, Tu asked, "Big Wu, is this a word?"

The others also looked over with burning eyes, their passionate eyes wanted to see through Wen Lie alive.

Surrounded by such a group of tall men and staring at him intently, Wen Lie pressed his hands down and shouted a little depressingly, "Sit down!"

He sat cross-legged on the animal skin on the ground, and the orcs sat around him regardless of whether they had animal skin or not.

When Wen Lie picked up the charcoal again and lighted it on the ground, the glowing eyes of various colors turned to the tip of the charcoal again.

Wen Lie thought for a while, wrote two words, and used his hand accustomed to drawing human muscles and bones, sketched a few strokes, and drew a lifelike lone wolf.

He pointed to the two characters, "This is a character, and this," the charcoal moved to the wolf's head, "is a painting."

The orcs have been dumbfounded!

They stared at the two words on the ground, and felt an urge to touch them, but they were afraid that they would erase the writing, so they pulled their hands back abruptly.

Another reason is that they dare not.

The orcs have an instinctive awe of writing, which is as mysterious as the healing arts of priests and the magic power bestowed by gods.

"Big Witch, yes, what word?" an orc asked cautiously.

"Orc. This is your totem, wolf."

He wanted to write a few more words, "Miao, zuo..."

As soon as the first stroke of the word "Zuo" was written, Miao accidentally touched it, and the charcoal broke immediately.

Wen Lie didn't care, so he stopped writing.