Chapter 681: Hunting
After hearing what the village chief said, the villagers felt like they were mourning for their heirs, but what could they do? It is said that the village has lost the favor of the gods, everyone will gradually starve to death, and the village will eventually disappear.
"village head!"
At this time, several strong young people in the village stood up and said: "Since everyone is going to starve to death anyway, why not go to the sacred mountain to give it a try! The flesh and blood of the monsters guarding the mountain may not be inedible!"
An old man in the village immediately objected: "Bolt... you are a mortal, how dare you go to the God Mountain to fight against the guardians of the God Mountain? What if the God blames you and imposes divine punishment, which affects us?"
This young man named Bolt seems to have a lot of influence in this village. The young people in the village under his command all sneered: "Old man, you are useless. Starving to death here is nothing. But there are still things in our village. Women and children cannot be allowed to starve to death!"
The elders firmly disagreed with the young people offending the mountain of gods for food.
Young people, on the other hand, think that they can't live any longer, and if they still care about the old rules, then that's it!
The two factions were quarreling so fiercely that they couldn't get along.
"Ahem."
The village chief stood up, as high as his knees. He used a cane and came to a vague statue of a god enshrined in the village. He said: "Throw yourself into death and live again. This is what a god said when he came to our village. He We also told our ancestors that survival is the instinct of life, and we should do extraordinary things in extraordinary times.”
The village chief only came forward and looked at a group of eager young people: "You are the hope of the village..."
This was probably a public statement of support for the young people's ideas, but the old men disagreed.
However, the village chief continued to say to Bolt: "But, can our human power be the opponent of those monsters? You young people are the last hope. If you all die at the foot of Tianshen Mountain, then the village will have no hope anymore." .”
Bolt frowned, but he was secretly happy. The old men had always had the final say in the village, and today it was finally up to the young men to take the lead.
"Don't worry, village chief. We will be divided into two teams. One team will hunt monsters and the other team will dig wild vegetables. No matter what, we will help the village tide over the difficulties."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
The young people got excited and took out the tattered armors passed down from their ancestors that had gathered dust and formed webs. They were all made of vine armor and paper. They held farm tools such as pitchforks and grass, and the sharper ones were hatchets and sickles.
However, this group of young people who had been suppressed for a long time were eager to try and rushed out of the village.
"Village Chief, how can you let them be so presumptuous..." The old people showed panic expressions.
"Village chief, what if they anger the gods?"
The village chief stamped his scepter on the ground and scolded in a low voice: "Then take out the life-saving food? Don't you understand that when people are gone, everything is gone?"
A group of old people lowered their heads in shame, and someone explained: "But when they go, they are also going to die..."
The village chief squinted his eyes and said, "Do you have any better ideas? Or maybe you are strong enough now to fight on their behalf."
The old people finally stopped talking.
The village chief came to the door and looked at the increasingly gloomy sky: "If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely go there. It would be good to exchange anyone's life."
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Bolt is proficient in archery, and his father was the most capable archer under his command when the gods of the village participated in the hunt. As a result, their family has a high reputation in the village.
So he was taught by his father since he was a child to be the most heroic warrior in the village, but the god never came again.
My childhood ambitions were ruthlessly struck by reality. I watched the distant villages usher in one true god after another, but my own village never saw a god again. The flag was covered with dust and the fighting spirit was gone.
The village also declined to the point of ceasing to exist.
"Can't let this happen!"
Bolt made up his mind and led the remaining young people in the village towards the place that they used to be in awe of, but now they want to invade the place that they used to regard as gods.
"Boss, boss, your woman is chasing her out!"
At this time, the young people didn't know what they were about to face, and they were even very excited. They were finally able to get rid of the old stubborn people in the village and start their own business, so everyone made a noise and wanted to beat the gongs and drums to let the whole village know that they were going hunting. .
Bolt looked back and saw that there was indeed a woman standing over there. He quickly ran over and held the woman's hand: "You haven't recovered yet, how can you come out?"
The woman's face was not good, her figure was thin, and she looked like she was suffering from a long-term illness.
"Please don't go, it's very dangerous there."
Bolt took the woman's skinny hand and said, "I can't just watch you sacrifice yourself to the gods. I must solve the food problem. I am determined."
The woman coughed a few times and fell limply in Bolt's arms. "This is all destined by God. I am willing to be chosen as a living sacrifice, because I don't have long to live."
"You are not allowed to say that, we are going to get married and have children in the future!" After Bolt explained, he caught up with the group of young people. Although he was reluctant to leave, he had decided not to let his sweetheart die in vain.
"Boss, how is your wife's health..."
"It's none of your business, get out of here."
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It was getting late, and one of the two teams, one picking wild vegetables and fruits, had returned. Smoke was already rising in the village, and the villagers lined up to get a share of the pitifully small amount of wild vegetable soup in the big pot.
The village chief had no intention of eating, including many elderly people, who stood at the entrance of the village in silence.
After a long time, the village chief sighed, looking a little sad: "Bolt and the others may not be able to come back... Sigh."
The old people were not happy as they said. They knew that if this group of young people could not come back, it would only accelerate the destruction of the village.
The whole village also fell into a deathly silence. Only the woman who was about to sacrifice herself approached the village chief and proposed to sacrifice as soon as possible to see if she could get the God's mercy in exchange. In short, she didn't want to live alone.
It was an unbearable night...
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The same is true for Bolt and the others.
They were not dead, or rather they were not dead. There were about twenty people in total, and now there were only a dozen left, all of them more or less injured, curled up in a small cave.
The monster chasing them couldn't squeeze in because of its huge size, but it refused to give up the fat and lingered at the door.
"Big...brother..."
It was the brother who had a fight with Bolt before, and he broke an arm.
"I am here."
"I, I can't hold on anymore..."
There was so much blood that he could no longer see and his eyes were blurred.
"You have to hold on, I'll take you home."
The brother grabbed Bolt's hand: "Take care, take care of my parents..." Then he tilted his head and bled to death - the young people traveling with him had become numb to death. Seeing another companion die, they all The time unexpectedly ushered in a period of silence.
