The day when the golden finger is lit in another world

"Taka! Stop! You will kill him!" The man in the animal skin ran over barefoot and stopped his companion who was swinging the stone hammer.

But his companion obviously didn't buy it, Taka spat at the slave under his feet, and cursed: "Trash!"

The slave was naked in the cold wind, shivering, hugging himself into a ball, with bruises all over his body.There was even blood at the corner of his mouth - obviously, without medical treatment, the only thing waiting for him was death.

"What's wrong?" Tucker was in a bad mood. He had a strong body, strong muscles, and a beard that grew half of his face.A look of hostility.

Dili, who came to look for him at the beginning, handed him a piece of dried meat, and pointed to the direction he was running: "There are tribes over there who trade animal skins for slaves and food. Their animal skins are very good and soft. no taste."

Tucker took a bite of the jerky, as if he disliked the bad taste of the jerky, casually threw the jerky on the ground, and patted his hand: "Where's the patriarch?"

"The patriarch is counting the slaves and food, and he is going to exchange some more." Dili picked up the dried meat thrown by Tucker and put it back in his leather bag. He stared darkly at Tucker's leaving back , clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

"We have a total of 25 slaves. Women and children died on the road." The patriarch sighed, "We can only exchange some food."

"A slave can only exchange two animal skins, and a piece of jerky can only exchange half." The elder whispered, "Or don't exchange them."

"If you want me to say, what to change! The strong can get everything, kill them all, and the things will naturally be ours." Tucker raised his stone hammer. He was born with great strength and could easily use unmanned A huge weapon that can be used, most people can't even pick up his stone hammer, let alone fight.

The patriarch was very speechless, and patted Tucker on the shoulder: "This is the rule of the assembly. If it is broken, there will be no assembly again. We will fight the forest like a wandering tribe."

"War is our mission!" Tucker shouted holding a stone hammer.

Inspired by Tucker, a group of warriors yelled wildly, tearing off their animal skins to reveal their strong chests.War-thirsty blood is boiling.They ignored the orders of the patriarch.Following Tucker rushed over, they were like hungry beasts, their eyes were almost green with excitement, and they were eager for blood impulsively.

It was an unavoidable struggle, and with so few people coming to the market, Coss was fully prepared from the start.He looked at the menacing crowd and clenched his bow | crossbow.The people who were picking animal skins in front of the stall stepped aside one after another, not wanting to cause unreasonable disasters.

Ke Si stood up straight and looked directly at the leader Tucker: "What do you want to do?"

"What to do?" Tucker laughed arrogantly, "Blood, power, women, animal skins! We will get everything! In our own way!"

"Arrogant man, I just need to stand here to defeat you." Ke Si showed disdain.

"What?!" Tucker's face turned hideous, and he raised his stone hammer.

The sound of iron arrows piercing the air——

Tucker looked at the short arrow that pierced his chest, his body and his consciousness hadn't reacted yet.He looked left and right blankly, and blood flowed down the arrow tail.

Double images began to appear before his eyes, and none of his companions came to help him.They looked indifferent, and finally scattered and left.Only one person walked past, and that was Dilly.

Hope appeared in Tucker's eyes, and he stretched out his hand.

But Dili passed him and walked to Kesi's stall: "That is a warrior of our tribe. You kill him, and his body belongs to you. He is very strong and can be exchanged for at least three animal skins."

Ke Si smiled: "Of course, we can still give you some animal skin bags."

Dilly nodded, and the two sealed the deal.

Not far away, Tucker has closed his eyes forever.

Dilly looked at Tucker's body indifferently, and smiled in a corner where no one could see him.

One life can only be exchanged for three animal skins, what a cheap life.But in the eyes of these people, maybe they still earned it.

"We have 25 slaves, [-] pieces of dried meat, and the three animal skins and animal bags you mentioned earlier. The total is [-] animal skins plus another animal bag." Their patriarch stood at Ke In front of Si, he is a well-behaved patriarch, but his leadership ability is not strong.

Ke Si smiled: "Of course."

Although he doesn't look very old, the skill he showed just now is enough to make everyone dare not underestimate him.

However, Kos doesn't like this place, and doesn't like this barbaric world where the strong are respected.He prefers his tribe.The black-haired god is so gentle, and people have happy and contented smiles on their faces every day. They don't have to live in blood, and don't have to worry about getting old.

On this day, Ke Si successively exchanged fifty slaves and more than 300 boxes of dried meat—these boxes were taught by Lin Xu to weave.During this time, women weave rattan baskets, men tan animal skins, and everyone is busy during the day.

Kos felt a sense of satisfaction when he thought of the expressions on their faces when he brought these things back.

He had never been so happy and content, and never had such a sense of belonging.

The one-eyed Shan Qun who came with him carried the rattan basket on his back, beckoning his companions to carry it too, as for the slaves.Kos untied the canes that bound them and said to them, "You are free. Now, you can choose whether to leave by yourself or follow us."

The slaves were stunned. They couldn't imagine that after the tribe was defeated, as slaves, they still had the opportunity to choose.

Of course, they have no better choice. Now that they have nothing, even if they are free, they will either starve to death or be taken back as slaves.But this time, when the cold winter was coming, the slaves were animals who were killed for meat.

Ultimately, no one chooses freedom.

They accepted their fate in silence.

After Ke Si came back, Lin Xu, who had learned everything, sighed silently——Freedom, since ancient times, how many talented people have paid the price with their lives for these two.What kind of nightmare is it to be imprisoned like domestic animals?

For these people, it doesn't matter if they are not free, as long as they can live.

Alive is enough.

As for how to live, they haven't thought about it for a long time.

Lin Xu looked at the skinny slaves in front of him with complicated eyes. They were lying on the ground in horror, not daring to look at Lin Xu's face.Their bodies were full of bruises, some of which had suppurated, and they knelt on the side in fear.

But the rest of the tribe looked sympathetic.Not so long ago, their situation was worse than these slaves.

"Since you have come here, you are no longer slaves. You will get tents, food, and animal skins." Kos said to them, "Everything you do in the future is for yourself, We can live better with this tribe. We will not kill old people, we will not kill warriors who were injured in hunting. We will only punish those who are vicious and hurt the interests of others and the interests of the collective for their own self-interest."

The slaves dared not speak, they did not believe what Cos said in their hearts.After all, what would a tribe want their scrawny slaves to do?Shouldn't they wait for the deep winter to come and make them into human jerky?

Even if the tribe is not big, relying on the methods of the patriarch is enough to kill them.What's more, there is a demon god with black hair and black eyes in this tribe.

Obviously, Ke Si exaggerated Lin Xu's existence on the way back.

People here have never seen a person with black hair and black eyes. In their hearts, only the devil and his apostles can have such a look.This represents darkness and killing, and it also controls people's shady ambitions.

This group of people was placed in tents. These new tents were rushed out by the whole tribe after Kesi and the others left. The women and the old people have not slept well for a long time. They are still afraid of Lin Xu, but He no longer regards it as a scourge, and can even say good night to Lin Xu with a smile—of course, this is also taught by Lin Xu.

However, women and the elderly always have preferential treatment. Lin Xu went home once, bought a lot of milk powder online, and brewed it for them every night at eight o'clock.The women felt that this was almost their time in God's Domain, and the old people were even more grateful. The corners of their eyes were red the first time after drinking the milk.

The milk mixed with milk powder may not be so nutritious, but it is better than nothing, not to mention the taste is sweet.After drinking milk and going to bed, they also felt that they slept better.

Now, they even call Lin Xu: "Chris."

In their language, this means: true god, father and brother.With endless support and respect.

If Kesi is their leader, then Lin Xu is their spiritual pillar and their direction of progress.

No one will question any of Lin Xu's choices and instructions.

Lin Xu thinks this is very bad. A tribe, a city, or a country should not have such a spiritual symbol.This will become a new type of religion, and this cult of personality will drive many people into madness.

Including his original country and neighboring countries, they have all had such lessons.

As long as he is human, he will make mistakes. He does not think that he is always right, and he can always walk on the right path.

If no one can stop him from going wrong, then he may lead these people who believe in him to the cliff, and the next step is the abyss.

The slaves lived in the tents in groups of five, and they were finally willing to believe what Coss said when they saw that no one was guarding them outside the tents.They still had clay bowls in their hands, filled with hot white water, exuding a sweet smell.

A younger slave held his own pottery bowl, his eyes were red: "It's really nice here."

But no matter how nice this place is, it is not my own home.