The Survival of the Wild Tribe

131-140

CHAPTER 131:

"Hequan, we can't make a fire here. If this continues, everyone will be frozen to death."

"Then you tell me what can you do? Just kill them and chase away all the **** mobs?" A man with a scar on his face and a beard asked gruffly.

"Didn't someone ran out to find the leader before taking advantage of the chaos? After so many days, the leader hasn't rushed back?" Someone murmured.

The others were silent when they heard the words. Everyone knew what it meant to be unable to come back at this time. He Quan had noticed before that this group of monsters had clearly come from the direction of the Nanlu Plain. If the later clansmen did not find the leader , Either the leader of the pedestrian had an accident long ago, or the clansmen who left later did not escape the chase of the monster, and were buried in the belly of the monster without communicating their affairs.

In any case, this is not what they hope to see. After all, if they can't wait for the leader to return, it is almost equivalent to the lingering people and the dead. They still firmly believe in their hearts that their leader must be on the way back with the rescuers, and as long as they persist, they will be saved.

On the edge of the big lake, a group of short monsters are holding wooden sticks and pulling the frozen corpses in the river water. Every day, some people are frozen to death and then thrown into the lake. Now this weather, no matter what the corpse is released. It's still very fresh after a long time, so the monsters don't mind eating these humans who are not hunting back by themselves.

A few days is enough time for these monsters to learn how to use wooden sticks. When the frozen corpse was finally pulled to the shore by them, there was a cheer in the group of monsters, and the sound made them hide. The Great Lakes people on the ice floes couldn't help shaking more severely, as if the sharp nails of those monsters were tearing themselves.

An ordinary man came hesitatingly. He seemed to be frightened. He didn't dare to get close to these grumpy orc warriors. But in the current situation, he wouldn't be able to come and look for them, but a little warrior saw him. , I recognized him as a person next to River Witch. Although River Witch didn't explicitly say that he would accept this person as his disciple, everyone still acquiesced that this person might become the next wizard, so when confronted with him, it's not like other ordinary wizards. There is still some respect for people like that.

"Half finger, do you have anything to do?"

The name Half Finger was named because he had only half of his little tail finger. This is also the reason why River Witch has not accepted him as a disciple even though he is smart and learns quickly. After all, River Witch is also worried about the beast gods. I don't like people with disabilities, unless Half Finger can be recognized by the Beast God, or in a few years, maybe River Witch will consider other candidates.

The little soldier saw that half of his fingers was only wearing a thin animal skin coat, and one of his palms was cracked from the cold, and bloodshots even ooze out. It was just because of the cold weather that the bloodshots were frozen again, so they didn't get their hands full. The blood condition appeared.

The little warrior thought for a while, took off his outermost animal skin, and put it on his half-finger, motioning him to put it on.

The sudden warmth on his body made Half Finger couldn't help but sniffed his nose. The corners of his eyes were red, and the water vapor in his eyes seemed to turn into liquid and slide down at any time.

"Don't worry too much, the leader will definitely come back to save us." The little soldier couldn't help but comforted.

Half-finger shook his head slightly, the movement of the two people had already attracted the attention of the group of orc fighters not far away.