The forest in the dark night is quiet and dangerous, and a bonfire is burning in one place, so that wild animals dare not approach.
There are about a few hundred people stationed here, and there are strong soldiers with weapons guarding the periphery, so that the coveted secretly dare not act rashly.
"How many days will it take to reach the Black Forest?" The man who spoke was tall and tall, with flames reflected in his deep eyes, and no emotion could be seen.
A thin man next to him pondered for a moment and replied, "About six more days."
"It's too slow, we have to speed up tomorrow." The tall man's tense muscles expressed his dissatisfaction.
The skinny man disagreed: "Black Hunter, we still have a group of ordinary people and wounded with us, they won't be able to bear it too soon."
Hei Lie was silent, very anxious in his heart.
"I know you're worried about them." The thin man patted him on the shoulder.
"But you have to be prepared. When he left the tribe, he lost his eyes and right hand. Now it is very likely..."
"He must be alive!" Hei Lie cut him off with sharp eyes.
The skinny man sighed deeply: "We all hope so."
Hei Lie pursed his lips, knowing very well in his heart that Jing might be more or less ill.
Although Jing is a third-level fighter, his eyes were gouged out, his right hand was cut off, and he left the tribe in a hurry. He couldn't get good treatment and care, and his chance of surviving was very small.
The journey was very difficult and dangerous, they had no food or weapons, and there were too few soldiers, and they brought a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. When they met them, they didn't know how many people would be left.
"Don't be so pessimistic." Tu walked over and sat next to Hei Lie and Xi Hou.
"Chi and the others escorted the group for a long time, and Jing was fine when they separated. Jing is not so easy to defeat, and the group of people who left is not as weak as the chief said."
Hearing the word chief, the thin monkey, that is, the thin man, curled his lips.
"They have too little food. Even if they go to the Black Forest, they will probably starve to death."
Tu glared at him: "You can't think of something good."
"It's not my fault. If the chief hadn't been cruel, such a thing would never have happened!"
The little monkey was indignant, and kept simmering in his heart, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became.
"You say you don't raise waste, his son is the biggest waste, why not expel him?! Even he hasn't gone hunting for a long time? But they enjoy the best things in the tribe!"
They worked so hard to change the salt, only to find that the situation in the tribe was completely different when they came back.
When Black Hunter left, he was worried that the chief would attack and sell the sick, disabled, old and weak, and ordinary people as meat.
So some people are specially reserved, and if such a thing happens, they will come forward to stop it.
Unexpectedly, Jing, who was left behind to take charge, was sent to a strange place to hunt not long after they set off, and a ferocious thorn dragon appeared there!
Spiny dragons are brutal by nature, with very strong attack power, and their saliva contains venom, so it is best to avoid them if possible.
But being discovered by the opponent, one must be prepared to fight to the death.
Although Jing led a group of people to defeat this Jinglong in the end, the casualties were heavy, and he himself was also injured.
Back in the tribe, because Jing’s eyes and right arm were stained with venom, the priest dug out his eyes and chopped off his arm.
Obviously, he had heard before that the priest had obtained the medicine that could cure the thorn dragon from the Western Continent caravan, but he was unwilling to give it to a third-level fighter.
Third-level fighters are rare in the Blackstone tribe, and medicines should be given to the warriors.
Unexpectedly, the priest did not do this, causing Jing Pingbai to lose one eye and one arm.
This is a huge loss for the entire tribe!
Jing became disabled, so he could no longer serve as a temporary hunting captain. Those who supported him would also be sent to dangerous places to hunt, and most of them were killed or injured.
So in the end, no one dared to oppose the chiefs and priests, and could only watch helplessly as their brothers and parents were driven away.
Tooth and so on A group of soldiers insisted on escorting the deported people, and after returning, they were sent to a dangerous place to hunt. If it wasn't for the timely arrival of Black Hunter and his party, they would be in danger now.
Tu also was driven to the top of his head with anger, and couldn't help cursing:
"I really don't understand what they are thinking. The tribe is already very rich, and they can still exchange food and fur with caravans from the Western Continent for a lot of inedible and warm things. Why do they always like to sell people as meat?!"
Thinking of this made Tu feel sick.
Many of those sick and disabled people are their relatives and friends.
Some of them fought side by side with them in the past, brought down many tribes for the tribe, and hunted many wild animals.
Although they are injured and disabled, they are not useless, and they can still do many things.
When the meat is sold, there is not much to exchange for, and there is no shortage of such things in the tribe, but the chief doesn't know why he just does it.
He said: The Blackstone tribe only allows the strong to exist.
Every time I think of this sentence, Tu feels uncomfortable.
Who can guarantee that he will not be injured in battle? Could it be that because of the injury, the things he did for the tribe in the past are not counted
If the tribe is really poor, he can understand, but this is not the case.
Relying on the Blackstone weapon, the Blackstone tribe became the overlord and very wealthy.
What's more, he didn't have such a request for his son.
"If Black Hunter were the chief, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened." The little monkey was indignant, but regretted it after speaking.
They are now separated from the Blackstone tribe, and they don't understand why Blackhunter would do this.
According to the custom, when the chief gets old, he will be replaced by the bravest warrior in the tribe.
Black Hunter has always been the next chief by default, but he gave up and left the tribe.
Although they couldn't understand the chief and the priest, they didn't understand why Black Hunter did this.
"He won't let me become the chief." Black Hunter sneered, "or rather, he doesn't want anyone to replace him as the chief."
Tu and Xihou were startled: "What?"
"How can this work? The most valiant warrior has always been the chief, he is already old." The little monkey said.
Tu also frowned: "This is against God's will! No tribe would do this, how could he think so?"
"Self desire and ambition can make a person crazy." Black Hunter narrowed his eyes slightly.
"From his unfair distribution, he began to have such an idea, and saw hope from the leader of the Western Continent Caravan."
The leader of the Western Continent Caravan is not a warrior, and his body is not even stronger than ordinary people.
But he has a powerful team, everyone obeys him, can wear the best clothes, eat the best food, and walk with someone to carry them.
The caravan leader also told the chief that in the Western Continent, force is not the criterion for judging whether a person has the ability to become a leader, but blood and wisdom.
Black Hunt also heard this from the leader of the caravan. The other party "kindly" asked him to be careful about his situation, and strongly invited him to go to the Western Continent together, and threw out many temptations.
Because of this, Black Hunt disliked the leader very much, but he couldn't stop the chief from admiring and getting close to that person.
It is undeniable that the caravan leader brought them many things they had never seen before, such as clay pots, beautiful cloth and intoxicating wine, etc., everything is fascinating.
But he always felt that this person had ulterior motives. Since his appearance, the chief became more and more cruel and ambitious.
Facts have proved that Black Hunter's guess is correct.
However, Black Hunt still underestimated the determination of the chieftain and the priest. He naively thought that they just didn't like the weak and wanted to make the Blackstone tribe stronger.
I didn't expect that in order to achieve my goal, I could abandon the heroic warrior!
Such a stupid decision is likely to destroy a tribe.
In particular, the Blackstone tribe has a very bad reputation now, and they have been attacking other tribes non-stop. Many tribes regard them as enemies.
When he came back for salt, he lost the opportunity. Most of his supporters were beaten and scattered, and he couldn't use his prestige to replace the chief.
The chief has absolute strength in the tribe, and he has no ability to replace him.
So he decided to take the initiative to leave the tribe, otherwise he would be Jing's fate in the future.
It was difficult for Black Hunter to fight against the chief, and the chief couldn't stop him, so he could only let him go.
Both Tu and Xihou were silent, and they actually sensed the chief's intentions. It's just that nothing like this has ever happened before, so I don't really think it will.
Others also felt the change in the tribe, so Black Hunter broke away from the tribe and had many followers.
In addition to the ordinary people and the wounded who were disliked by the Blackstone tribe, there were also many strong warriors. They were all afraid that the bad luck like Jing would happen to them.
"This kind of thing will never happen again." Black Hunter did not continue to indulge in the past, "When we find Jing, let's start again!"
"That guy must be waiting eagerly for us to deliver him meat now, and he must not be able to grab that tough woman right now."
The little monkey made fun of it, and everyone couldn't help laughing when they thought of Rong.
With Velvet here, Jing will be fine, that woman dares to fight against the god of death.
Tu's depressed mood quickly dissipated: "Yes! Jing and the others must be welcoming us."
"When the time comes, let's build a stronger tribe together!" Hei Lie's deep eyes were full of determination.
The little monkey stood up from the ground, held the black stone spear high and cheered: "New tribe, new tribe!"
Others also stood up from the ground one after another, cheering together, the sound resounded through the sky.
At dawn the next day, Jing, who was thought by Black Hunter's group to be living a miserable life, was already drinking porridge and meat with one of the few pottery bowls in his hands, with a satisfied expression on his face.
After two days of rest and supplementation of food, he is now in good spirits. Apart from the inconceivable mutilation, it looked the same as before.
His wound was also gradually healing, and when he was completely healed, the angel promised to give him a metal thorn.
Wrapped with leather and tied to his stump, let the weapon become a part of his body!
Jing firmly believed that when that time came, his fighting power would be at its peak again.
"Jing, just watch today, I have an ax given to me by the envoy, and I will definitely catch more prey!"
Rong held a large piece of meat in his hand, biting it while talking, and carried two large axes that Yang Yi gave her on his back.
These two big axes are not light in weight, each weighs more than ten kilograms, but they are nothing to Rong.
Knowing her strength, Yang Yi was not interested in flimsy spears and engineer shovels, so he liked to use stone axes, so he gave her these two heavy metal axes.
The metal ax was sharp and heavy, and Rong believed that with it, he could easily break open the hard skulls of beasts.
Jing raised an eyebrow at her: "I won't fall behind either. Today we will open up a large area, which will be our new tribe."