In the Mansha Wilderness, the only law of survival is the law of the jungle. The so-called ethics and morals have no place here.
Although the jackals are both intelligent races, in the eyes of Allen and Shitou, the dead Barbarians are just a pile of fresh meat that can fill their stomachs. They will not be troubled by the so-called ethical and moral burdens in the civilized world. In the history of the struggle of the goblin clan, when hunger became a stranglehold hanging above their heads, they were not even afraid to eat the corpses of the old and weak of their own clan, and even killed each other in order to survive.
However, for Allen, the biggest gain from this fight was not a jackal corpse that allowed him and Stone to feast for three to five days. Instead, it was the one-handed sword that was over one meter long that was left behind after Man Ya died. . The output of the Mansha Wilderness is limited. The weapons of ordinary tribal warriors are mainly heavy ironwood sticks tied with local materials and simple weapons such as stone hammers. At most, they can only find a piece of broken iron to make a spear, which can save materials and It has considerable lethality.
The iron tools that Allen accumulated over the past four years of fighting only allowed him to make this simple mace in his hand. The seemingly ferocious stick was inlaid with countless thorns and barbs, but if you look closely, there are only a few. Just a dozen iron nails. And these dozen iron nails were all that Allen had collected after smashing a caravan.
The long sword now in Allen's hands is about the same weight as the mace he used before. It swings just right. The two-inch-wide blade glows coldly under the firelight. It can be seen that it was used before. The owner takes care of it every day. It's just a pity that after Allen and the others' previous life-and-death battles, this long sword had some nicks on the blade, as well as the scars left by the battles with Barbarian Fangs over the years, making its lethality somewhat lacking. point.
Caressing the long sword made of fine iron with care, Allen threw the mace that had been with him for many years to the stone without mercy. The stone, who was holding the mottled wooden stick and secretly feeling distressed, was overjoyed and killed it. Holding him tightly in his arms, he was not afraid of being scratched by the iron spikes on the mace. Stone has been coveting Allen's mace for more than a day or two. Allen also promised to help him build a similar mace. However, he is really unlucky in participating in battles. Usually, he usually runs first after the battle. Without food, he basically didn't grab any decent iron tools, so he could only use the strongest and heaviest ironwood sticks in the wilderness as weapons.
"Oops, the meat, the meat, is burnt."
It wasn't until a burning smell reached Shitou's nose that Shitou remembered that they still had another important item to take care of. When he came to the fire, the side of the prairie rat that no one had stirred was obviously burnt black. , which made Shitou twitch with distress, and he hurriedly took the rat meat out of the fire.
"Alan, yours."
Shitou reluctantly handed the two roasted rats to Allen. After being physically taught by Allen many times, he no longer dared to grab food. Instead, he knew how to respect Allen, the main contributor and the The leader is also used to Alan getting more food.
"Eat quickly. After eating, clean up this jackal. Then we have to rush back to the tribe."
Allen put down his sword, then took two pieces of roasted rat meat and started to tear them apart. The few ounces of rat meat was not enough to fully replenish the physical strength of Allen and the two who had just experienced a fight, but it could barely provide some consumption for the shriveled stomach, instead of leaving empty gastric acid and making the lips and tongue bitter.
The flavor of the spicy fruit peel seeds and rock salt penetrated into the rat meat skeleton and mixed with the roasted oil, causing Allen and Shitou's mouths to burn with burning pain. They exhaled and inhaled with big mouths. It induces a fine sweat, makes the whole body feel warm, and makes you feel particularly comfortable. From the beginning they were not used to the spicy taste of the fiery fruit, but then gradually got used to it and even enjoyed it. Allen and Shitou didn't know whether this was a masochistic feeling.
Even the fine and hard bones of the rat meat were not spared. After some crunching chewing, Allen and Shitou swallowed the food in their hands without taking a while. Shitou, who had a large appetite, was After eating the rat meat that belonged to him, he stared at the body of the jackal on the ground that had been stripped of its skin for a while, and then looked back at Allen eagerly.
"We don't have time. If we don't go back, we won't be able to catch up with the tribe's actions today. When we get back from work in the afternoon, I'll let you have a full meal. How about it?"
Allen naturally knew what Shitou was thinking, but after the previous fight, their breakfast today was already more than half an hour later than usual. At this time, almost all the people in the Green Field Tribe had woken up. I'm afraid The leader of the clan, Splitclaw, has already begun to count heads and prepares to take the warriors of the clan out to hunt and plunder.
"OK."
Shitou finally resisted the temptation and took out a rope to hang the Jackal's body upside down on the embers of the fire. This would delay the body's deterioration to some extent under the smoke of the remaining flames. Because the Mansha Wilderness is located in the middle of the equator, the climate has always been relatively hot. If the food is not stored properly, the quality of the food will quickly deteriorate. This is an unforgivable sin for the wild creatures with scarce food.
After cleaning up the blood and filth in the cave, he found some branches and dry firewood, and after covering the entrance of the cave haphazardly, Allen hurried towards the tribe with the stones.
The sun has risen to its highest point, which is also the time when the temperature is the highest of the day. It is the time for the people of the Green Field Tribe to get up and move around. The weather was relatively mild in the morning. Hiding in the cave of the camp to rest and maintain strength was a habit that the bugbears had developed over the years. In Allen's opinion, this was really caused by the bugbears' laziness.
Walking in the camp, Allen found that today more and more people's eyes were focused on him. After some self-examination, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to have made a big mistake, that is, he should not have brought the long sword with him. , which has aroused the covetousness of tribal warriors. In the entire Greenfield tribe, only Splitclaw has a steel axe. Most of the other tribal warriors don't even have iron weapons. They still use the same stone as two hours ago, using the most common wooden sticks in the wilderness, or simple weapons. of stone tools.
However, Allen did not pay attention to the unkind eyes around him. Over the past few years, Allen's constant exercise has improved Allen's physical fitness a lot. However, Allen has always been low-key and has not been among the tribe. Show his strength, because in his opinion, unless he can challenge the leader Split Claw and win, he will not easily show his strength to others.
After all, if Splitclaw discovers that he is a threat to him, then Splitclaw, a cautious leader, will definitely find ways to drive him out of the Green Field Tribe and exile him to the wilderness. Without the collective strength of the tribe, it would be almost impossible for a single bugbear to survive in the dangerous wilderness.
