Prehistoric Survival Records

After being exposed to the sun at noon, the wet wool thread regained its dryness and softness.

While the cubs were poking around, Rigg sharpened two sweater needles with a stone knife, smoothing the rough blades.

Try to start knitting a sweater the way you remember it.

The sweater knitting skill was also forced by the girls when Rieger was in the orphanage. There were many little girls in that orphanage, but not many little boys. The only boy of the right age who could play with them was Li Li Ge is alone, so whether they are knitting chains or knitting sweaters, they all like to act coquettishly or put on a young lady's prestige, forcing Li Ge to learn together. At that time, Li Ge was reluctant, but now he treats them The semi-compulsive behavior is full of gratitude. Thinking about it now, they are all a group of cute and cute loli girls.

Rieger does not knit too complicated patterns. He knows the simplest flat stitch. There is no embossed pattern on the sweater made by this stitch, but it is fine and compact. It is the easiest for beginners to master and use. a needle method.

To put it simply, it is to use sweater needles to weave layers alternately. Rigg is going to knit a fur apron the size of the animal skin that wraps his butt first, so as to liberate his tortured little butt.

The first few rounds are more difficult, mainly because the fingers have not been trained in knitting. Even if the brain clearly knows where to pick the next stitch, the finger movements can easily fail to keep up with the speed of the brain, resulting in empty picking or missed stitches. In the case of sweaters, one missing stitch is a small hole, and two stitches is a big hole, so there are at least 5 holes in the first few centimeters of Rieger, large and small, and it looks extremely crappy.

In this case, it is usually enough to tear it down and re-weave it, but Rieger made it for himself to wear, and he said that it doesn't matter, and now no one will watch him in the street, and there is a hole and it is ventilated.

After a few rounds of training, Lige's hand-brain coordination ability gradually improved, and the next step went much smoother. A small off-white wool apron was born out of nowhere. Although the upper part of the apron has a few holes, it does not affect the meaning of this little skirt at all, nor does it affect Rigg's love for it.

Right now, Rigg hid behind in the shade of a tree with no one around, took off the stuffy animal skin skirt that smelled like leather, and put on a soft and breathable wool skirt.

After walking a few steps, because the wool skirt is very stretchable, although it is tighter than the animal skin, it does not affect the movement at all.

Rigg jumped a few times on the spot, it was fine, his waist was tightly wrapped, and he couldn't fall off, so he no longer had to worry about Charlie grabbing his little animal skin suddenly.

What satisfied Rigg the most was that when he was walking or running, the air circulated along the pore structure of the fur skirt, and the buttocks and thighs felt cool, which was much more comfortable than animal skin.

Lige's new look naturally aroused a burst of enthusiastic onlookers among the tribe. A few females were not particular about it at all, and wanted to take off his panties directly. , simply, too insane.

In order to prevent himself from being exposed passively in the public, Lige had to pick up the animal skin skirt he threw on the ground and put it on, leaving the wool skirt to the group of terrifying females for them to study to their heart's content.

The females rummaged and found no flowers, and sent a representative, Gagon, to seek peace with Rigg.

Seeing that Jia Gong once defended himself, Li Ge waved his hand and said that he has a lot of big cats, so I forgive you.

The females who received the signal cheered, and rushed to surround Rigg with a bang.

"Is this what you made with those woolen yarns? It's so soft and comfortable."

"The color is so beautiful, like the flowers of rough grass." Rough grass is a kind of grass with strong vitality. Even if it is covered under a thick layer of ice, it will use its own strength to break through the ice and continue to grow. It was very important for Rigg to support the orcs through the winter.

When the spring comes, the rough grass will bloom a small beige flower, which is inconspicuous but very fragrant. Females like to pick this small flower to decorate their caves. The flowers of the rough grass are used to describe the wool skirt. In this female world, it is already the highest compliment.

"Hey, you're right, it's really similar."

"It's still delicious!"

Uh, what is Xiangxiang, it is purely your psychological effect.

Maybe females are inherently more talented than males in knitting. Females are quick at knitting sweaters. Rigg knits many small holes with uncoordinated hands and brains when he knits the first knitting sweater as if recovering. These females But they seem to have mastered it since they were young. Before long, the sweater needles were flying up and down in their hands, dancing very fast. Once they got started, there was basically nothing wrong with Rigg.

Rigg could only properly remind one side: "Don't weave too densely, you can loosen it. It's summer now, and the holes are big for ventilation."

The females were completely absorbed by the two small sticks in their hands, turned their faces and said a few perfunctory words mercilessly, and then devoted themselves to exchanging acupuncture techniques with their sisters.

Rigg could only shrug his shoulders, and went to look at the situation on the side of the cubs.

The matter of poking music is not so much about the finished product that makes people happy, but the process of poking is enough to bring people happiness. In the previous life, there was a shop dedicated to decompression of poking music.

Rigg didn't expect to see any decent finished products from these novice babies. Although poke music is simple, but if you really want to poke it into a specific shape, you need to consider the overall composition. These kids don't have any aesthetics. Basically, there is no concept of what is round or what is square, just like kindergarten children who are learning to draw for the first time may draw a black swirl and say it is Dad's head. Although it is full of imagination, it does not match the facts.

So instead of asking how they were poking, Rigg just asked them, "Have you had a good time?"

The cubs giggled and replied, "Happy!"

"So happy!"

"This is quite fun!"

That's it, it doesn't matter if it looks good or not, the most important thing is to be happy.

The woolen skirts woven by the females have received unanimous praise from the entire tribe. Everyone who tried it said it was much more comfortable than animal skins. By the way, they blinked their big eyes and said that I want it too, and then took a slap with enjoyment. Female white eyes.

Of course, they are a tribe of unity and sharing. If there are any new and interesting things, they will be distributed to everyone as much as possible, and they have never kept anything private.

However, the females are willing to knit sweaters for everyone, but they run out of wool yarn. Originally, although a deer sheep has a thick layer of hair, the needle hair is removed, and the damaged and dyed wounds are removed. Bloody urine and entangled knots are unusable, and the remaining parts are not enough to make a butt-wrapping skirt for each person from old to young, not to mention that females need an extra circle around their chests.

In order to let everyone have a wool skirt, the patriarch delayed the original departure schedule for three days. During these three days, he ordered the soldiers to find the right opportunity to catch more deer and sheep, and try to get a new dress before leaving.

The soldiers who were entrusted with the important task patted their chests and said no problem. With the sachet of Lige's cub, not only those nasty bugs would never dare to come over again, but even the smell of their own predators was covered up more secretly Yes, as long as you don't scare away the prey in advance, deer and sheep, it's all right!

Sure enough, as the soldiers promised, another deer and sheep were shot that night. In order to keep as much wool as possible, this sheep was killed by a blow from the throat. The wound was small and the blood did not have a large area Splashing to other parts of the sheep, I really have to give a thumbs up to the good boys of the hunting team.

The wool was carefully scraped off against the body of the sheep. The whole tribe worked together in a division of labor. Some processed the mutton and some processed the wool. human smell.

After dinner, someone was responsible for washing the pots and bowls, and someone was responsible for the wool. Since this deer and sheep had planned to keep more wool since it was hunted, the shaved hair was clean and fully washed out. The amount of fur was twice as much as last night, and one piece of animal skin couldn't fit in the air, so I divided it into two.

When the wool is fluffy and soft, the new deer and sheep are beaten back.

Adult orcs, both female and male, were big and tall, and the thread hanging on the spindle was stretched very long, which was much more efficient than when Rigg twisted the thread.

In addition to the large number of people, several catties of thread balls were produced in a short while. The thread balls were taken away by skilled workers wielding two sweater needles before they warmed up in the arms of the thread twister.

Small aprons were woven quickly, and soon, some of them were not satisfied with just knitting monotonous flat stitches, and began to develop themselves, and then various textures were added to the leather skirts.

Later, light-woven aprons could not satisfy them anymore, so the first prehistoric hat was woven, followed by the first prehistoric woolen vest, and then there were more and more prehistoric knitwear, and Rieger couldn’t bear to replace them. They counted.

Just when some females were obsessed with knitwear, another part of the females accidentally fell in love with poke fun.

Or how to say that adult females are born with an advantage in this aspect. In the hands of cubs, they are like poking fun. After these females' skillful hands, each of them has a nose and eyes. Little snakes, little lynxes, little leopards , Little Bad Wolf, all kinds of cute creatures were born under their hands.

This kind of patience and delicacy made Rieg feel inferior. Anyway, after piercing a little Charlie, he didn't want to pierc anything else in his life.

Three days passed quickly, and everyone in the tribe not only had their own wool skirt, but also a pile of wool felt dolls of various colors similar to their own body, and other weird knitted products, such as cloth, there were more For a knitted sock, I don't know what kind of mentality the person who knits it, or what kind of mentality it was when it was given away.

The little woolen skirt with holes that Rieger woven by himself had long since returned to his ass, and Charlie also had an extra woolen vest. Since Charlie hadn't transformed yet, and the weather was hot, the woolen vest was useless, so it was Rigg received it in his own luggage and put it at the bottom of the box. It will probably not be until winter before this fur vest can be turned out again and come in handy.

Charlie never cared much about the things others gave him, and he didn't show any objection to Rigg's confiscation of his vest.

But when Rigg was about to pick off the Charlie pendant on his small chest, Charlie turned his head and avoided it.

Ah—Rig looked at the empty hand, then at Charlie's head turned away, and realized that Charlie had misunderstood.

I just want to adjust a more suitable position for you. You are a chick with a doll the size of a fist on its chest. It looks a little strange. It is better to straddle your wings diagonally than hang on your chest.

However, Rigg made complaints in his heart, and still respected Charlie's aesthetics.

It's nothing more than changing from a brother who hangs a gold chain to a non-mainstream brother who hangs a gold chain and a doll, as long as you like it.

......

Taking advantage of the early morning sun when the sun was not too harsh, the orc team set off again.

There was laughter in the team, and the cubs sat on the back of the original father, greeted each other, hooked hands, and turned the flower rope (Rigg taught).

There are also a few herbivorous orc cubs who are more patient, sitting quietly in the cart and having fun.

Their course drifted slowly away from the river, deeper into the jungle.

It wasn't all laughter along the way.

The cubs are always naughty, no matter how many orders the parents make before setting off to gather a large team for activities, they will always slip away when it is time to slip away.

When a female orc hurriedly came to tell Boo that her cub had disappeared together with another cub from another family, Boo was pointing to the distant mountains and roughly sketching the direction for Rigg.

Hearing that the cub was lost, Bu immediately waved his hand to signal the large army to stop and make repairs on the spot, and ordered Quinn to lead a few members of the hunting team to search within a radius of 1000 meters.

The pace of the two cubs will not be too fast, and this kind of mischievous situation will generally not run too far, for fear that they will break into the territory of large beasts. These large beasts dare not confront the orc warriors. But it doesn't mean that they will be afraid of the two little ones who haven't grown up yet.

The grass in the early morning is covered with dew, and taking a breath of air is saturated with the humidity of the grass fragrance. This mixed smell of grass, humus and various insects interferes with the orc warrior's sense of smell to a certain extent.

Ke Shan, the canine orc with the most sensitive nose in the team, sniffed his nose around, carefully distinguishing the odor molecules remaining in the air belonging to the two cubs, hesitated for a while, and pointed in a direction uncertainly: "The smell of green grass is too strong , covering the surrounding atmosphere, I can only smell a little poison ivy residue in that direction, but it is not clear."

In any case, I can only trust him, Quinn nodded towards Keshan, and walked in that direction first, followed by the rest of the orcs.

Not long after the fighters left.

Charlie, who had been sitting quietly beside Rigg waiting for their return, suddenly became irritable.

Rieg gently followed Charlie's back and comforted him: "The soldiers will bring the two of them back safely."

But after listening to Rigg's words, Charlie's mood didn't improve. He even stood up, holding Rigg's woolen skirt in his mouth, and kept pulling it in one direction.

In order not to let his little apron be ripped off, Rigg had no choice but to move a little bit along with Charlie's strength. He felt Charlie's uneasiness, but he didn't know where his uneasiness came from.

Suddenly, a sound of fluttering wings drifted along the wind in the forest. Rieger had been a cat in his life and had keen ears, so even the tiniest sound did not escape his ears, but when he listened attentively At that time, there was no sound at all.

At the same time, Charlie's emotions became more and more intense. He no longer held Rigg's little apron in his mouth, but stared closely at one direction with a pair of eyes that were too magical for a bird.

At this moment, Rieg also sensed that something was wrong, and a pinprick-like coldness spread from the top of his head to the spine, which was a reminder of danger from the instinct of beasts.

He rushed to Bu's location with a stride, and shouted: "Grandpa Bu, there is danger. Get the people of the clan to prepare for assembly, there is danger!"

Bu never underestimated Rigg because he was a cub. Although his bodily functions did not warn him of danger, he attached great importance to Rieg's words. After all, Rieg could represent the will of the beast god.

Bu busy ordered everyone to stand up and take up any weapons at hand, and the strong people surrounded the weak and disabled clansmen in the center.

When everyone formed a circle to guard, a noisy sound of flapping wings sounded from the direction where the soldiers left just now. When this sound fell into the ears of every orc, the orcs with good eyesight had already shouted. Come out: "It's a bee needle beast! Run!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the orcs panicked. At this moment, Bu sternly said: "Don't mess up, run back!"

Then he took the lead in carrying a handicapped clansman on his back and ran in the direction where he came and went.

As soon as Bu was drunk, everyone came to their senses. The ones who were fast in their original form took their original form, and those who were not fast in their original form took human form. Just like Bu, they picked up or hunched the nearest cub or a member of the tribe with limited legs and ran away.

Rigmin knew that running right away was the best option, that's the way to go, dads.

Before he could struggle for a second, he felt his body lighten up, and immediately fell into the soft down after flying into the air.

Before Rigg could react, he felt the wind blowing past his ears. Charlie's two calves were moving extremely fast, like a gust of wind, faster than adults, and even faster than a beast-shaped cheetah. The son rushed to the front.

Originally there were orcs who wanted to hunch these two cubs, but when they saw that Charlie was running so fast, they withdrew their hands that wanted to get out. They were still thinking bitterly, they are indeed the cubs of our tribe, It runs really fast enough.

The bee needle beast fell to the place where the clansmen had just rested in an instant.

After pausing for a moment, they chased after the orcs in the direction they were running.

Rieger didn't know where he got the courage, he hugged Charlie's neck tightly, and still had time to look back in this desperate flight.

He saw densely packed bumblebees, each with the size of a fist, shaking their thick tail needles, tightly flocking behind the tribesmen.

The humming of the bee-needle's wings seemed to be right next to his ears, and the ominous yellow was overwhelming behind him.

What to do, at the moment of crisis, Rieger's brain was running at high speed, and the tragic cries of the clansmen could be heard faintly behind him. They were the last clansman, and Rieger didn't dare to turn his head back, for he was afraid of seeing something he didn't want to see.

Wasp, wasp, what are wasps afraid of, smoke, I'm afraid it's too late to light a cigarette at this moment.

What else, water, yes, water, before Rigg opened his mouth to shout, the high-speed wind filled his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, which shows how fast Charlie is.

He gasped, covered part of the wind pouring into his mouth with his hand, and shouted: "Water, run to the river, the Beetle will not enter the water!"

Rigg's immature tits sounded over the jungle, and the echo floated far away—water—water—water—water.

At this time, Laika, who was leading a search team in the jungle, seemed to hear something, and looked up to the sky vigilantly.

Quinn cast a puzzled look at him, meaning, what's wrong?

Laika calmed down her sudden accelerated heartbeat, deliberately suppressed the discomfort, and replied: "It's okay, hurry up and find these two bastards and go back, everyone should be waiting impatiently."

Another soldier said angrily: "This place has a strange smell everywhere, how did those two bastards get here, wait until I find them, and see if I don't smash their butts."

So where are these two brats who are destined to bloom at the moment?

"Awa, let's go back, the smell is weird here, I'm a little scared." A timid cub's voice sounded.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here. Just follow me. Let me tell you, the beast god told me last night that there are good things here." Mystery said to his little follower.

"But the boss won't let us act alone."

"We'll just come out for a while, the boss won't know, besides, I will use it to honor the boss when I find something good, why would he be angry with us?"

"But it's gloomy here. I'm really a little scared. Let's go back, shall we?"

"If you want to go back, go back by yourself. Anyway, I must find something good." After speaking, the cheetah cub jumped and ran several meters away.

The little follower had no choice but to follow.

The two followed the route of "the beast god told me" that the cheetah cub said, and came to a big banyan tree that covered the sky and the sun. On the shady side of the banyan tree's huge taproot, there was a two-person tall, three people embraced. mud nests.

When the little leopard Ava saw this lair, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over, pointed to it and said, "It's exactly like the one in my dream, the baby is inside!"

Different from Ava's excitement, the little elk Dada didn't feel very good. The huge nest in front of him gave him the urge to run away at a glance. He held Ava: "This It looks scary, there won't be any treasure in it, let's not touch it."

Ava quit, he shook off Dada's hand and walked towards the lair.

In fact, as soon as the excitement passed, he felt the same uncomfortable feeling as Dada, but now he retreats, isn't it to make the little follower laugh at him?If after returning, he described it to other cubs, then what majesty does Master Ava have?

As for the nonsense about beast gods entrusting dreams and the like, he made it up to deceive people. He just got into an awkward situation with Shelley again, and got lost when he ran out in a fit of anger. But how could he behave in front of this herbivorous little follower? Because of his road-crazy attributes, he had to make up a lie about dreaming of beast gods, coaxing his little follower to follow him around the forest.

Now he has regretted it, no matter how stupid he is, he should find that the two of them are getting farther and farther away from the route of the tribe, but the disaster has already happened, and at this moment, he has no other choice but to wait for the tribe to find him. There is a way.

Anyway, if you go back, you won't be able to escape a beating, so it's better to let him have enough money.

Thinking of this, it seemed that courage returned to his body.

He looked at the mud nest in front of him. It was different from the smooth mud outside. Looking in from the opening of the nest, there were densely packed small grids, each grid was as big as two fists.

Awa has never seen any animals that build nests like this, and if these animals live in small grids, it means that their bodies must not be big. Such a small size should not cause any damage, right?

After all, it is Shenmo, let me be healthy——

The bear kid stretched out his hand towards the hive, and he slowly moved his hand outside one of the grids of the nest and waved it.

Nothing moved, which fueled his unwarranted self-confidence.

A trembling hand stretched out to the mouth of the hive and felt inside.

Just as the bear was dying in a muffled voice, on the search team's side, since Laika had been feeling very uncomfortable, Quinn urged everyone to quicken their pace.

"There's something here." Suddenly, Keshan, who was sniffing his nose all the way to track the scent of the cub, found something under a big tree.

"This is the footprint of a cub." Laika affirmed.

"Indeed, there are fibers of wool thread on this piece of bark, which should have been accidentally caught by the cubs when they passed between these two trees." Quinn also recognized the white wool fibers on the bark.

"Their scent is going in that direction." Keshan pointed to the deepest part of the jungle.

Ava's hands trembled a little, because from a close distance, those densely packed grids gave Shen a hairy feeling, just like seeing many, many ants crawling on the animal bones with meat residue It's the same feeling.

Bear child, try to understand intensive phobia.

"Ava, let's go." Dada pleaded again, in such a gloomy and humid environment, standing for a long time made people get goosebumps.

"Okay—I mean, okay, you coward, but you have to remember that I gave up the treasure hunt to accommodate you."

Ava heaved a sigh of relief, accepted the suggestion, and wanted to take his hand out of the hive.

However, just as his hand was about to leave the nest, a soft and cold object suddenly fell out of one of the grids and fell into his palm. Ava subconsciously wanted to shake it off, but before he could move, a voice came from behind him. A few shouts:

"Stinky boy, I finally found you!"

"Just because you two ran around, all the clansmen stopped and waited for you."

"See if I don't let your father smack your ass."

Dada didn't care what these angry adults were complaining about, he, who had been frightened for a long time, ran towards the adults as if he had finally found his backbone.

"You brat, don't come here yet!" Laika rushed to see Ava standing upright on the spot, feeling a little impetuous again, and his tone couldn't be called very good.

"Oh, oh, here we come." As expected of his own clansman, he found him so quickly, Ava breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little proud.

At this moment, behind Ava, deep in the huge lair, there was a sharp buzzing sound.

The voice was sharp and short, as if it was close to everyone's ears. Just when Ava was stunned by the huge movement, a big hand pinched his elbow and lifted him to lie on his back. .

Laika made a shush gesture, one hand protected the cub on the back, and gestured in the direction of travel.

We are all partners who have worked together for so many years, and we can understand it with just one look.

Quickly restraining the breath of the whole body, he walked back lightly.

......

Let's rewind the time to 1 minutes ago.

Rigg hung on Charlie's back and shouted, "Run to the river, the Beetle can't enter the water, hurry up, run to where there is water."

During the desperate run, Bu heard Lige's words, without any hesitation, he took the lead and shouted as he ran, "Follow me, let's go to that river—"

The sound of the Beetle's wings flapping was getting closer and closer, and for a moment Rieg even felt that the scythe of the God of Death had come down on him.

For the first time, he thought of Charlie instead of himself.

It's a pity that Charlie is still so young that he hasn't seen the good side of the world.

And the fathers, if Charlie and himself are dead, the fathers will be sad, Laika's father may cry, and Quinn's father will cry with him.

Fortunately, the fathers had already left at that time, and those who left were all soldiers. They are so powerful, they must be able to survive.

Then, Rieg felt a fiery gust of wind sweeping past his ears, the Beetle Beast was chasing him, and the big river was close in front of him, but they might be too late, and Rieg felt a little desperate.

Just when Rigg was thinking this way, he felt himself flying into the air again, he was thrown out by a huge force, and then the cool river water surrounded him.

No, Charlie—

He tried his best to turn his head and look at his brother, but the small bubbles that split apart quickly blocked his sight, and Charlie was split into many by the bubbles, and then shattered together.

The last shot left in his vision was a disgusting wasp raising its tail needle to poke Charlie in the eye.

At the critical moment, it was Charlie who threw him hard into the middle of the river, and he was surrounded by wasps.

Fragments of the past slipped through Rigg's mind frame by frame like yellowed film.

The weird chick who pulled his eggshells out of the soup pot, the imbecile chick who couldn't breathe from laughing at just a joke, the hardworking chick who he ordered to do whatever, and put all the cubs The airy chick that everyone easily knocked out, the earthy chick with a shabby aesthetic and non-mainstream taste...

Big tears fell from Rigg's eyes, and quickly merged with the lake water.

Charlie - woo - Rigg sobbed.

咻？

When he couldn't control his sobs, the familiar cry fell into Rigg's ears through the muffled water.

It must be an illusion, Rieg was immersed in the emotion of losing everything and couldn't extricate himself.

Then, the earlobe was gently pecked.

With tears in his eyes, Rigg raised his eyelids and saw Charlie standing on the river bank a few steps away from him, tilting his head and looking at him. his earlobe.

Woo--cough--

Rigg suddenly choked on the river.

......

On the river bank, the orcs who somehow survived were lying on the ground sprawled on the ground. Bu and a few legs and feet jumped into the water one step earlier, and were using a long branch to pull the wet tribe to the bank.

Charlie stretched out his neck to Rigg's hand, and Rigg hugged it tightly, like reaching for a leaf from the river. Rigg was lightly brought ashore, and was put on the turf by Charlie in a daze. Sometimes, some can't recover.

He hugged Charlie's neck tightly, not wanting to let go, the fear still lingering.

The clansmen with weak legs and weak feet rested for a while, recovering from their panic, and those who ran quickly and jumped into the river first began to ask those who fell behind what happened.

No one from the tribe died, and only a few of the last ones were slightly injured. This is already a good ending.

"Scared the wolf to death, I thought I must be dead—" someone wailed.

"I've already seen my grandma waving to me. He said, good boy, come to grandma, damn it." Gal shuddered.

"I was surrounded by a group of stingers, and the poisonous needle almost pierced my brain, but then I don't know what happened, all the stingers stopped, and then flew away without looking back .”

"Yeah, it seems to be flying in a hurry, the entire flight array is in chaos, and it doesn't care about us at all."

"Well, this matter is a bit strange, but we don't need to pursue it at all. It is the greatest luck to survive." Bu rubbed his chin and pondered.

"If there are bee needle beasts, then this place is too dangerous. After we have a rest, let's get our things and leave quickly." Bu gave an order.

Haunted by the shadow brought by the Beetle, everyone hurried to the camp after a hasty rest.

When everyone supported each other and returned to the camp, they did not see the soldiers and the two cubs.

Everyone packed up their things and stood there waiting for a while, and the atmosphere became depressed as the waiting time increased.

After waiting for a long time, there was enough time for the orc warriors to walk back and forth around, but still no one came back, and gradually no one in the team spoke.

Finally, Bu stood up and said, "Get your things ready, we are ready to go."

He is the head of the clan, so he should be the villain. Although the Re tribe will not take the initiative to abandon any clansman, they can't joke about the lives of all clansmen.

"But the warrior who went out to look for the cub hasn't come back yet." An orc said anxiously.

"Yeah, let's wait for them to come back before we go together."

"Awa and Dada haven't come back yet." The cub's milky voice undoubtedly added to the heaviness in the hearts of the adults.

They will not come back, looking at the innocent and cute little faces, Bu can't say such words to them.

He could only wave his hands in silence, saying that it was settled, don't say more.

Rigg and Charlie huddled in a little corner at the side of the line—these two were still hugging each other tightly.

The fathers didn't come back, and the two cubs looked at each other, and they both saw the water in each other's eyes.

We're not leaving, we're going to find our dads. Dads are so good, so we must be fine.

They were unwaveringly at the same time.

So, taking advantage of the gloomy clouds and mist over there, the two cubs sneaked behind the thick tree, and sneaked away under the cover of the dense grass.

Bu calmed down the emotions of the tribe, especially the two families who had lost their cubs, told them the pros and cons, and told them that the Beetle might come again at any time. At that time, maybe they would not have such good luck, and maybe the whole tribe Everyone in the clan will die in this forest.

What's more, after such a large swarm of bee needle beasts raged, the cubs might have had an accident, and it would be useless even if they stayed.

Between their cubs (which were probably dead) and the lives of the rest of their clan, they chose the latter.

Unlike Lige and his family, who are full of emotions, the orcs are basically guys who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Although they have family affection and affection for the tribe, when it comes to major issues of the survival of the tribe, although they He will hesitate, but in the end he will definitely choose to stand on the side of the overall situation.

The two families who lost their cubs supported each other and were mentally prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Bu couldn't bear it, but the heavy burden of finding the way out for the tribe made him harden his heart. He wiped his eyes, and when he looked up, he was the reliable and serious patriarch again.

As soon as Bu waved his hand, the team moved slowly.

Just after they walked more than ten meters away in silence, there was a sudden movement behind them. It was the sound of some footsteps, coming from far and near.

As the footsteps got closer, Keshan's loud voice came over: "Slow down—wait—"

The people in the tribe stared wide-eyed, turned their heads in disbelief, and saw those guys who thought something had happened were running towards them, running on top of Laika and Quinn, each with a cub lying on their stomachs , not the two who got lost earlier, who else?

"You're not dead, that's great—"

"Ah, I knew you would be fine if you were so powerful."

"Tch, I thought you were dead, and you have been sad for a long time, return my tears."

The females glared at them: "How do you