These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues

Chapter 140: Luo Fanwai 02

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On this continent, each tribe has a different funeral method. The Feiyu tribe is a sky burial. They will try their best to reach the nearest highest point when they are dying, and then calmly wait for that moment to come. Anbu in the snow mountain Dong Ge and Nan Qing were found on the top, the meat had been pecked clean by the birds, and the bones were buried scattered in the snow. Here, they may live longer. The life of the wandering orcs is too difficult. Disease, hunger, cold, and wild animal attacks, each of which is enough to kill a person, Anbu groped in the snow, a little Collect their bones and pile them together.

The dilapidated house at the foot of the mountain was already uninhabitable. Anbu simply cleaned it up. The bonfire pit in the house was still there. He picked up firewood and lit it up. He roasted a little yellow sheep and spread some hay on the stone bed. It will be one night, and tomorrow I will set off to find Roger. No matter where he goes, I will ask each tribe by tribe. Jungle, grassland, snow-capped mountains, Gobi, you should always find it. He is now He has no relatives anymore, brother Anson and An Luo don't need him to take care of him, Roger is all his hope and sustenance.

When the herd attacked, Dad was seriously injured and could not be rescued. Ah Mo was weak in nature and had a good relationship with Dad, so he went with him. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the tribe, and everyone came to comfort him Two sentences, what else can I say, Brother Ansen and An Luo accompanied him to deal with the following matters, he rushed over without stopping too much, he had already thought about it on the way, if Roger could like him, it would be best to follow him back to the tribe Well, if Roger doesn't want to, I can stay here with him.

It's midsummer at the foot of the mountain, but the night here is still a bit cool. The wind blows from the open door. Anbu subconsciously spread his paws to hug the person in his arms, but only after he failed, he remembered that the person would praise Bu. The warmest person under my belly is no longer here.

In the jungle on a summer afternoon, there was just a heavy rain, and it was stuffy and hot. It was simply not a place for people to stay. Roger looked around and found no suspicious movements. Now, the animal skin is already airtight, and now it is even more uncomfortable. It is all soaked inside and out, and there is a smell of sweat. He really wants to find a shady place to sit down and rest for a while, but he knows No, he can't get up once he sits down. He has been trekking in the vast jungle for more than a month, and he has to be alert to possible dangers anytime and anywhere. He has almost exhausted all his mental and physical strength, but the goal is still there. How far, he has no idea, he only knows that it is in the northeast direction.

Dad's time is running out, and this is the only belief that supports him to persevere. Dad's illness is already in the terminal stage. If it weren't for the shocking discovery that was enough to overturn the past understanding of the history of biological evolution, Dad would also He would not come here dragging a serious illness. He devoted his life to researching and exploring the ancient creatures on the earth. Once he heard that the orcs were discovered, how could such a species that no one had any evidence of existence be able to lie down in the hospital.

They agreed that they would only stay for one day before leaving. Who would have expected that on this day, he would personally come to this otherworldly continent. Dong Ge is an orc, Nan Qing is a female, and he can have children. He knows it all. As for the other orcs, he has never seen them, so he doesn't know much about them. The most important thing at the moment is that he can go back, and everything else can be moved back. move.

Roger took out a huge bamboo tube from the animal skin pocket behind him, pulled out the stopper, and drank half of it. It was the rainwater he caught last night, and it was still clean. There were the last two pieces of dried fish in his pocket. He touched it and put it down again. This was the only food he had, and he didn't know most of the things in the jungle, so he didn't dare to eat it.

But this thing can last until tomorrow at most. He has to find new food. Roger wiped his sweat and pulled out the bone knife that had been sharpened a long time ago from his waist. It's too short, and it won't work at all when it's attacked. It's better to use a bone knife. It's polished with the thick backstab of the sword-back beast that Black hunted, and it's extremely hard. Thinking of Blake, Roger was slightly distracted. It should return to nature first. The leopard should be free. Although it is rare when it is with me, it is docile and sensible, but after all, it can’t be with people. It’s embarrassing. Before it left, it had stored so many prey for them, which was considered a kindness.

When passing by the river, Roger just wanted to wash his face when he encountered a group of strange animals that walked upright like bears but had sparse hair. Roger called them hairless bears for the time being. He tried to breathe less and hid in the Behind the tree, these hairless bears come to drink water, and they obviously like to eat fish. They slap the water surface with their thick claws. Every time they go down, dead fish float up. Ignoring the dead fish floating on the river and leaving, Roger wanted to pick up some bargains, but a group of monkey-like monsters with horse faces hung down from the tree and snatched up the fish.

Nan Qing was afraid that Luo Jie would not be able to survive in the wild alone, so he taught some simple ways to identify food, but because he had never seen the real thing, Luo Jie himself could not guarantee that he could recognize it, and now he had no choice but to Try it, he dare not go down the river in the jungle, so he took off the animal skin bag, propped up the opening with branches, went down to catch fish, there were a lot of fish caught, and Roger didn't have time to identify them one by one, Simply throw them all in the animal skin pocket and carry them on your back.

Before it was dark, Roger found a small tree hole under the rock wall and stopped. The jungle at night is more dangerous than during the day. No matter how anxious he is, he can't take this risk. Besides, his feet are so swollen that he can't walk anymore. .

The opening of the tree hole is very small, and Roger can barely squeeze in by turning his body sideways. What is rare is that the inside is very spacious. There is a thick layer of dry moss on the ground, which is considered dry, and there are small cool drops of water dripping from the nearby rock wall. , Roger arranged several bamboo tubes in his pocket one by one and connected them below. He burned some herbs such as Artemisia annua in the tree hole to repel mosquitoes. When the water in the bamboo tubes was full, he carried them in and put them The opening of the hole was blocked, leaving only a small gap, and then the fire started. After carefully recalling Nan Qing's words, he cut open the three fish that were sure to be edible, roasted them on the fire, took off his clothes, and wiped the red and swollen areas. Some salt water.

After eating half of the fish, he was so sleepy that he couldn't hold on any longer. He pulled the half-baked clothes over his naked body, and fell asleep as soon as he fell down. Even the dream was dark and sweet.

"Brother, the people in the tribe are hunting there, so why don't we just come out like this?" A young man with silver-white hair reaching the shoulders quietly landed in the faint morning light of the jungle, and folded his long and slender silver-white wings behind his shoulders.

The blond young man with the same tall figure in front of him crossed his arms, and his deep purple eyes were extremely cold. When he looked at his younger brother, his eyes were slightly slow, and he said: "Why is that person still able to be the patriarch and direct us to do things? If it wasn't for him, Uncle and the others wouldn't have died, and Anbu wouldn't have left the tribe, saying something to find his female, who knows if there is such a person? He died once last time, and finally came back. He didn't let him go for the first time, yet he still dared to leave secretly? It's really getting more and more courageous. When he comes back next time, see if I don't skin him."