After saying that, the snakehead turned around and took the lead and walked ahead.
The soldiers behind him were silent, each of them followed him one step behind with a fierce look on his face.
The Snake Cultivator and three other people who were lying on the ground looked excited when they saw that their own family members were standing up for themselves. They clenched their hands into fists and roared: "Black Monkey Tribe, just wait. I will let you know immediately if you have offended us." What happened to the Snake Tribe!”
The snake cultivator couldn't wait to see Yang Cheng being caught by the snake head in front of him, covered in bruises, unable to sit still, and even knelt down to beg for mercy!
The seventeen totem warriors of the Black Snake Tribe went out together and walked together. Each one held a weapon in his hand and was full of fierceness. It was still very shocking in primitive society.
They had just taken a few steps away from their big rock. When they saw the other tribesmen, their expressions changed drastically, and they hid behind the big rock and shivered.
The snakehead snorted coldly and did not even glance at these trembling tribes. In his eyes, these tribes were like weak four-legged chickens that could only run around with their heads in their hands. They were not worth dealing with at all!
The snake head exuded an aura that looked down on the world, strode forward, and then...
He smelled the strange meaty aroma wafting in the air.
"Gulong!"
The snakehead made a very loud swallowing sound, followed by the sound of his stomach growling.
What a delicious scent!
The snake head couldn't help but be intoxicated by the smell of meat.
But he soon realized that as the most powerful totem warrior of the Black Snake Tribe, he must maintain his grace at all times.
"Ahem."
The snake head coughed dryly and glanced at the other totem warriors of the Black Snake Tribe.
He was relieved to find that they didn't notice anything strange about him, but then he found that they were also immersed in the smell of meat.
Each one of them made swallowing sounds louder than him, and their stomachs growled.
"What are you doing!"
The snake head shouted angrily: "Don't forget that you are the powerful totem warriors of the Black Snake Tribe!"
His angry shouts woke up all the totem warriors, and then they all strengthened their will and resisted swallowing and stomach growling.
"Let's go find the Black Monkey Tribe!"
Seeing them like this, the snakehead was satisfied, nodded slightly, and continued to lead a group of totem warriors to walk fiercely at the exchange ceremony.
But wherever they went, no one was afraid of them and hid. Instead, they walked towards the direction of the scent as if they had lost their souls.
The fragrance is rich and fragrant, and as time goes by, the fragrance becomes more fragrant in the air.
Finally, a totem warrior from the Black Snake Tribe couldn't help it anymore and suggested: "Snakehead, why don't we follow the scent and have a look. Maybe people from the Black Monkey Tribe will also follow the scent."
As soon as this man's proposal came out, the other totem warriors turned to look at the snake head expectantly.
Under everyone's gaze, the snakehead resisted the urge to swallow and nodded: "Well, okay, let's go over and take a look at the situation."
Everyone in the Black Snake Tribe turned around and followed the place where the scent was coming from. However, after turning around, their walking this time did not feel as menacing as before, and their pace accelerated a lot.
…
Hongya opened the pottery pot, and immediately a puff of white smoke floated out. After the white smoke dissipated a little, he looked at the pieces of meat in the pottery pot and said, "Okay, you can start the pot."
Immediately, a man standing next to him came over, holding an animal skin in one hand and taking the hot pottery pot off the fire.
Da Hui had long forgotten what he was here for this time.
Ever since they smelled this fragrance, his eyes and those of the tribesmen around him turned green, staring straight at the pot, and their saliva couldn't stop flowing down.
Now that I heard that it was ready to be eaten, I moved forward without thinking, reaching out my hand to grab a piece of meat in the clay pot and try it.
"hiss!"
However, as soon as he touched the pot, he was burned back!
"Haha, Dahui, don't be so impatient. You can't eat hot boiled meat if you are impatient."
Yang Cheng laughed and asked Hongya to take out a few pottery bowls and fill them with broth.
As usual, Yang Cheng was the first to eat.
After Hong Ya filled the broth, she immediately handed it to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng first blew into the broth slowly, then took a sip, and smacked his mouth twice with pleasure.
"Well, it tastes delicious!"
The words were not against his will. Although the bowl of broth in front of him did not contain any seasonings such as chili pepper, light soy sauce, MSG, or even refined salt, Yang Chengdu did not let Hongya take it out and put it in it.
But the meat of the seventh-grade ferocious beasts has an excellent taste. Even when he was in the Qingque tribe, Yang Cheng rarely ate the broth cooked with the seventh-grade ferocious beasts - the totem warriors were building walls every day and hunting. Some of the ferocious beasts are low-level ferocious beasts, including the two-bearded fish.
After Yang Cheng ate, Yanhu and Hongya couldn't wait to eat the broth with pottery bowls and chopsticks.
Like Yang Cheng, each of them looked like they were enjoying it and were intoxicated.
Seeing this look in the eyes of Dahui and the totem warriors of his tribe, their eyes immediately straightened and they swallowed saliva more quickly.
Yang Cheng took another sip and saw that there was not much broth left in the pottery pot. He waved his hand and asked Hong Ya to fill a bowl of broth for Da Hui.
As for exchanging things, if you don’t let your customers know the benefits of your items, how can they exchange them?
After receiving the order, Hongya put down the pottery bowl, rummaged through the animal skin bag again, took out several bamboo bowls, and filled them with broth.
The Qingque Tribe’s pottery bowls will not be given to Dahui for their use. These are the totem warriors’ own. It would be nice to be able to use the bamboo bowls for them.
And there isn't much broth, just a slight layer at the bottom.
After Dahui and the others took the bamboo bowl, they took a sip anxiously.
Immediately, their appearance was surprisingly consistent with the way Yanhu and the others drank broth for the first time.
First he took a big sip, and then he felt so hot that he wanted to spit it out, but he quickly held it back, holding it in until his face turned red.
Then they really tasted it, and complex expressions such as shock, disbelief, enjoyment, etc. flashed across their faces one by one.
But in the end, it all turned into a compliment: "It's so delicious!"
"Swap, we'll trade with you!"
After praising him, Dahui didn't hesitate at all and threw the bondage animal skin in his arms to Yang Cheng.
Then he strode forward, not caring that the pot was still a little hot, and hugged it directly in his arms.
He grabbed the remaining minced meat in the clay pot with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Several totem warriors from his tribe rushed forward to grab food, looking primitive and barbaric.
They grabbed the food very quickly, and when they were still not satisfied and even licked their fingers many times, they felt that the surrounding area had darkened for no apparent reason.
Looking up again, a large number of totem warriors had surrounded the large rock of the Qingque Tribe, even blocking out the sunlight!
