Prehistoric Survival Records

Bu's expression was a little complicated for a moment.

He said: "I've actually been thinking about it, but you know, there aren't many warriors in the tribe now, and there are females, cubs, and old men in the tribe. If everyone could make up their minds at the time of my grandfather Try to leave, maybe there is still a chance. If I leave now, I am afraid that there is little hope. If these clansmen die on the way of migration due to various reasons, how can I, the patriarch, explain to the previous patriarch who entrusted me with this position? Woolen cloth."

"So Grandpa Bu thinks that it's better to accept that it's better to face life and death than face life and death?" Rieg put down his hand covering Charlie's ear, and made a small gesture in the air. gesture.

"Grandpa Bu, is that the only amount of courage you have?"

Bu was directly poked into the heart by Rigg's question, and after a moment of stunned thought, how did Rieg, a brat, change his usual limp painting style and become sharper today.

Rieger shrugged his small shoulders: "Grandpa Bu, you have always acted vigorously, grasping the big and small things in the clan, but today you told me so much, I think you must have your own ideas, I just saw yours It’s just a push for you, isn’t that what you really want in your heart.”

Bu lowered his head and looked at the cub that had just reached his knee height. He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. What Lige said was absolutely right. How to find a way out for the tribe has been a matter since the day he became the patriarch. It has always been entrenched in his heart, and he has never let go of it for a moment.

He never mentioned it to anyone, and because the strength of the tribe is getting weaker and weaker, he feels more and more hopeless about the matter of relocation. In the past, he had spent all his money to survive in this place where generations had multiplied. If you have strength, you can only live one day at a time, so how can you think about more.

Until this little cub was born with the wisdom of the beast god, giving the originally lifeless tribe a new hope.

It was because of this that he would tell him these words that had been accumulated in his heart. It was a vent that had been accumulated for too long, but in fact, he was also very eager to get even a little hope from him.

"Then do you know where the other tribes are?" Rieg tentatively asked a question.

"I don't know." Bu replied with a bit of a bachelor.

Heck, you don't even know where the other tribes are, so you want to take the tribe to relocate, are you going to travel around the world with a prehistoric version of orcs?

"However, there is a saying that has been handed down from our tribe. It is said that when the ancestors came to this place, they crossed a long river, climbed over the highest mountain, and finally settled here, so if there is a chance, I want to follow the road that my ancestors walked, and go there to have a look." There was some nostalgic look in Bu's eyes.

It’s easy to have a direction, Rieg thought, but the version passed down by the ancestors has gone through many generations, and who knows how reliable it is. Same as back then.

In this age, the tectonic plate is highly active. It may be a mountain in the past two days, but it will become a sea in the next two years. It is possible.

"I think this matter is achievable, but it may need to be carefully considered, so there is no rush." ​​Rieger said as tactfully as possible.

Bu also knew how many difficulties he would encounter if he really made that decision. Today, it was just a momentary emotional rush to talk about it. After all, this matter must be discussed in the long run. All pointing at this little brat, this should be the responsibility of adults like them.

So Bu touched Rigg's head, then Charlie's head, and said softly, "Grandpa Bu talked a little too much today, so I shouldn't have said these things to you, but these words are a little secret between us, don't tell them." Others."

"Charlie and I will keep it a secret for you." Rieger knew that Boo didn't want to tell all the clansmen to worry about these things, and besides, this shouldn't have leaked out of his mouth, so he agreed very simply. , As for Charlie, Rigg seems to have never seen anyone chatting with Charlie except himself, so Rieg once thought Charlie was a shy brat.

After bidding farewell to Grandpa Bu, Rieg took Charlie to the area where the tribe collected daily.

After one night of hard work, there was no trace of freezing on the ground at all. Pulling away last year's grass and looking in, there are dots of green shoots emerging from the soft soil.

As the weather got warmer, the cubs in the tribe became more active, some in human form and some in animal form, running wildly on the grass in small groups.

There are some larger-looking cubs here, who have probably been taught some hunting skills by the adults in the family. They all assume the posture of hunters, and regard the smaller cubs who run chaotically as prey. A kind of chasing and intercepting, or turning into the original shape and rushing forward, or a few rounding up one.

Lige, who had experienced a civilized society, saw this scene as an older child bullying a younger child. He was just about to jump out and criticize it very justly. Unexpectedly, there were a few big beast-shaped cubs. When they saw him and Charlie, they exchanged They looked at each other, roared and rushed towards them.

Seeing this posture, Rieger felt bad, and was about to pull Charlie back to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the pull was empty, he looked back, and there was no Charlie behind him, and looking forward, Charlie was fighting with him. His chubby figure rushed towards those big cubs at a speed that didn't match at all, and he let out a very domineering "咻" - it sounded full of fighting spirit.

There are three black lines hanging from Rigg's head. People can see that he is several years old. We are only a few months old. Charlie, don't you think you are too confident.

But if you don’t lose, it’s impossible for him to watch someone else’s big kid bully his own Charlie. At worst, he’ll get into a fight. When my uncle fought in his previous life, you guys didn’t know that you were nesting in that fossil. Who was afraid of who, so Rieg also rushed forward.

In an instant, the chickens were flying and the dust was flying. Charlie is a very talented chicken. He knows that he does not have an advantage in size, but he is very strong. The tender meat on someone's thigh makes him pick up and turn over.

These big cubs haven’t learned how to hunt in a systematic way. The way of fighting is very single. They either use their body weight to collide, or several of them knock down one to bully them. When they meet Charlie, who specializes in attacking weak points, they can’t hit him or press him. On him, just about to open his mouth to bite it, Lige, who had transformed into his original form, scratched his nose with his paw, crying out in pain, and burst into tears.

Relying on his flexibility, Rieger slipped in and out of a group of thighs, and scratched his weak spot suddenly. As soon as he wanted to fight back, Charlie, who saw the opportunity, slapped his wings backwards and assisted him with a sharp beak attack. .

The two brothers cooperated tacitly with each other, and quickly unloaded their helmets and armor from a group of bullies, begging for mercy with teary eyes.

Charlie stomped on their fur bellies one by one, like a general who has won a battle, and shouted happily to the sky.

Rigg also meowed happily.

Then a group of little hairballs who had been bullied all the way around Lige, and used their fluffy bodies to rub around Lige in various friendly ways.

Lige, who was surrounded by six or seven fur bellies, was so happy that he was about to ascend to heaven, hairball, the light of mankind!

Heck, he seems to have forgotten that he is also a furball now, and he is still the cutest one in it.

After the friendly lounging activity ended, Rigg felt better physically and mentally, and decided to continue to take Charlie to pursue the pace of spring.

But within a few minutes—

Wait, what's going on with these hair balls, why do they follow wherever they go.

And the ones with bruised noses and swollen faces over there, why didn't they go home and complain after being beaten, and why did they follow behind with a shy face?

Rieg took a step forward tentatively, and the hairball army behind him followed suit.

He took a step back, and the hairball army behind him also took a step back in an orderly manner.

Rieger and Charlie looked at each other in blank dismay, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

The hairballs followed them probably because the two of them beat the big cubs who had been playing with them as prey.

What's the matter with those big bastards following them? Could it be that they are addicted to being beaten and possessed by shaking M?

Charlie turned back aggressively with a whoosh.

The hairballs were fine, Qiqi who had been beaten took a step back, and it was obvious that they were short of breath, but there were four big characters clearly written on their faces: We will not leave.

Well, Rieg understands, the situation is roughly like this—you beat us, and we will follow you from now on.

Very simple and rude, in line with the logic of orc cubs.