Herriman saw Song Yang in deep thought and said, "Let's go. We should celebrate this victory."
Three hundred people died, and they still celebrated.
Song Yang couldn't understand.
Several warriors from the Flower Snake Tribe squatted on the ground, pulled out the stone spears that were stuck in the mud, gathered them together and threw them into the deep ditch.
The scattered stone spears were washed away by the water.
Song Yang said: "Wait a moment."
Herriman and the warriors who were picking up stone spears stopped.
Song Yang went over.
Under the gaze of everyone, he picked up the stone spear.
The heads of these stone spears are made of polished stone, and the bodies are wooden poles.
The wooden pole is very light and its main function is to stabilize the direction.
Song Yang took it in his hand and weighed it for a few times, and said, "I remember the Flower Snake Tribe has bows and arrows."
Sero came over and said, "That's our tribe's sacred weapon!"
Song Yang recalled the time on the battlefield when Cerro shot him with an iron bow.
He said, "Go find some thick bamboo poles. Elastic wood is also fine. You Huashe tribe likes to collect wood very much, so you should be able to find some."
Herriman's eyes flickered and he said, "Mage Warrior of the Fang Tribe, do you have a way to deal with the attack of the Water Wave Tribe?"
Song Yang said: "We can't be sure yet, but we can try."
Herriman waved his hand and said to a blood warrior standing next to him: "Go, find trees or bamboos with better elasticity as he said."
After she finished giving the order, the blood warrior from the Flower Snake Tribe immediately turned around and left, running towards one direction of the tribe.
There is a forest there.
Song Yang walked into the tent accompanied by Herriman and other tribal leaders.
There were also several holes in the tent, which were caused by the stone spears thrown from afar.
Because there was no one standing in the tent, no deaths occurred.
Ordinary members of the Flower Snake Tribe have already stood on the edge of the tribe.
The stone spears flying from there couldn't reach this side at all.
The campfire in the tent was still burning and it was warm.
A group of tribal members came into the tribe carrying large plates of meat.
Looking at the blackened roasted meat, Song Yang had no desire to eat it at all.
One reason was that the Flower Snake Tribe's roasting skills were not as good as the meat he roasted himself, and the other was that he had just witnessed a bloody scene and had no appetite to eat anything.
As for Anda and the other warriors, they did not have the same idea as Song Yang.
In their view, it is normal for people to die in battles in the wilderness. As long as there is meat to eat, they will definitely not miss this opportunity.
There are too many periods of hunger in the wilderness. Replenish your physical strength when there is plenty of meat so that you can survive better when hunger comes.
The cruel law of survival was vividly demonstrated at this time, and the surviving warriors received rich hospitality from other members of the tribe.
The dead tribal warriors were carried to the place where the tribal warriors rested, piled together, burned into dust, and finally disappeared.
Herriman kept looking at Song Yang.
She was very curious about Song Yang.
This man, whose appearance and skin color were completely different from any other tribal member in the wasteland, had all the characteristics of a magic warrior.
However, Song Yang not only has the fighting power of a magic warrior, but also has deep wisdom, which is even higher than that of a wizard.
She was very curious. What was Song Yang going to use those more elastic trees or bamboos for