Feng suddenly pulled out the bow in his hand, and the stone-polished arrow pointed at one of the tallest and most ferocious men.
"Gongga!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and many people backed away nervously.
Although it was the first time for all of them to see such a curved stick, the results of the Ba tribe's hunting of wild wolves had already spread throughout the venue and outside.
Although the man who was targeted also changed his color a little, he took a few steps back and immediately pointed the spear in his hand at the wind, yelling with an extremely angry expression.
"Whoosh~"
Feng grinned and let go of the bowstring. The arrow whizzed past the man's ear and hit a big tree behind a group of people. They were no more than ten meters apart. The long arrow stabbed into the trunk of the tree, and its tail feathers trembled violently.
The crowd retreated in an uproar, and one of them stood under the tree. After a long hesitation, he stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow, but after several attempts, it didn't come out. He couldn't help but scream in surprise.
So a large group of savages swarmed up, and seven or eight pairs of big hands scrambled to pull out the arrow. Finally, a tall guy pulled it out, but the arrow was stuck in the trunk, and judging from the depth of the arrow shaft,
Look, at least an inch.
"quack!"
The crowd burst out in exclamation again, turning their heads to look at the bows and arrows in the hands of Feng and others, and their expressions turned into fear. The tall savage who pointed his spear at Feng also trembled slightly and retracted his spear, slowly.
Back up slowly.
The arrow just passed by his ear, and the wind it brought hit his earlobe sharply, irritating all the furry hairs on his body to stand up.
Years of hunting told him that if the arrow had hit him, he would probably be dead.
"Move, die!"
Feng snorted with disdain and took back the wooden bow.
At this time, not only the savages gathered in front of the cave were all silent, but even the leading group of Uzbek people showed horrified expressions.
Although they could not understand what Feng said at all except Kaiga, the meaning of the threat was clear.
The air was tense as if solidified. After half a minute, the tall and wild man who had pulled out the arrow brought the arrow without the arrow over to him and put it in Feng's hand with a very flattering expression.
expression.
"Bow and arrow, quack, quack!"
"Sou Ga, Sou Ga..."
The crowd of people watching seemed to come alive in an instant, and there was a burst of admiration.
Feng took the arrow without an arrow and looked at it briefly, curled his lips and dropped it on the ground. He took out another arrow from the quiver behind his back and put it on the bowstring.
Then everyone's eyes fell on the quivers behind Feng and other hunters. There was a violent commotion and their faces became more frightened.
Because the quiver was packed full of arrows, there were more arrows than the fingers of both hands and feet combined, and it was impossible to count them.
The wind establishes power with an arrow and shocks the entire audience.
The people currently at the entrance of the cave are all the bravest hunters from various tribes who have come to participate in the Witch Lord Conference.
The cave in front of us is where the shamans of the Wu tribe live.
Although everyone in the primitive tribe is equal, the status of the great witch is different, because she cannot be regarded as an ordinary human race, but has the power to communicate with gods. Only tribes recognized by the great witch can ally with the Uzbek tribe and be invited to participate in witchcraft.
Main conference.
Among the men of all the alliance tribes, only the bravest hunters can receive the blessing of the great witch and become warriors respected by all tribes.
But this respect is based on force.
There is no humility, no strategy, no pretense in this era, only the most primitive and barbaric collision.
For example, the tall man of the Ba tribe was the first to provoke him.
He is the most powerful hunter in the Muya tribe. He has received the blessing of the great witch and is respected by all tribesmen. But today, he was obviously over-provocative and was frightened and humiliated by the Ba tribe in person.
Although he was unwilling to do so, he did not dare to provoke at this time. Looking at the bow and arrow in Feng's hand that had been opened again, his face was full of uneasiness and fear.
This weapon is fast and powerful. Although he can tell that he may have the upper hand at close range, the opponent has six archers. If he dares to take action, he will be shot into a hedgehog in an instant.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
A series of coughs came from inside the cave.
The crowd outside the cave dispersed after a slight commotion.
I saw a white-haired, short and thin old woman wearing a piece of black animal skin that covered the floor, slowly walking out of the cave with a crutch that was taller than a person. There were two young girls supporting her beside her.
Behind him were three middle-aged and elderly women with colorful feathers on their heads.
"Wuga!"
Everyone beat their chests respectfully.
"witch!"
Mother Ba rushed up to meet her excitedly, holding the old woman's hand and crying.
The old woman reached out tremblingly and touched the mother's head twice. A kind smile appeared on her wrinkled and thin cheeks. The two of them whispered a few words, and then the mother turned and pointed at the crowd.
of Xu Chen.
"Chenga!"
Mother Ba waved, and Xu Chen put down his backpack and walked over quickly.
The old woman stretched out her hands and touched Xu Chen from head to toe, and then said a few words, but Xu Chen basically didn't understand.
First, although the language of the U people is similar to that of the Ba people, their accents are slightly different. In addition, the Ba people's way of speaking has been greatly distorted by him recently. Many new words are used in daily communication, so I gradually got used to it.
It became even more difficult for him to understand this purely indigenous ancient language.
There are many ethnic groups in China, and their language styles are ever-changing. There are different styles in three miles and different customs in ten miles.
As far as Xu Chen knew, in many places in southern China, even if they were only a few dozen miles apart, the accents of people in the two places would be hugely surprising, let alone in this primitive and barbaric primitive era.
And now is the period when language begins to form a system. Language is developing and innovating all the time. It has been decades since the Ba ethnic group separated from the Uzbek ethnic group. The language styles have become very different under the isolation. Therefore, tribal communication is mostly done in simple language.
Only with rich body movements and expressions can we understand each other's meaning.
Seeing Xu Chen's confused look, Wu turned to look at his mother in confusion.
Mother Ba could only say a few more words in a series of words. He understood the words mixed with Tao Ga Xie Ga. Mother Ba was probably recommending his invention to the witches of her mother clan.
After hearing this, the old woman's face became extremely serious, and she said a few words to the Uzbek people standing at the entrance of the cave. Then under the arrangement of the middle-aged woman with feathers on her head, everyone exited the stone wall, and in a blink of an eye, only
A group of Xiaba people and a few middle-aged and elderly women with feathers on their heads.
These middle-aged and elderly women with feathers on their heads are the leaders of several tribes who came to participate in the Witch Lords Conference this time.
Because of their large population, the Uzbek people are actually divided into several different large families living together, each with their own caves and living areas. If they cannot live in the place or are squeezed out, they can only leave here and find a new habitat elsewhere.
, establish their own business and form their own clan.
This is the case with the Ba people.
Wu was very old. His skin was dark and wrinkled, and his cheeks were shriveled. He couldn't tell how old he was, but he was obviously much older than his mother. According to Xu Chen's guess, he looked at least seventy years old.
In this primitive era, the experience and wisdom possessed by this old man were destined to become a god-like existence in the tribe.
She is not the leader of the Wu tribe, but she is the most respected elder of all tribes.
This cave is large, but not too deep. It is also full of stone and grass nests for sleeping, but those who can live with the witch must be the core members of the Wu tribe.
There is a huge fire pit surrounded by stones, and a stone slab is placed next to it. There are traces of cutting and axe cutting on it, which is relatively smooth.
On the stone slab are placed several pottery brought back from the Ba people, as well as several pairs of straw sandals and a roll of linen cloth.
One pair of straw sandals had fallen apart, and they had obviously been untied and inspected.
There are also two rattan baskets and a lot of bark hay on the ground, as well as a few twisted tree rattans and straw ropes. It seems that they are studying basket weaving, rope twisting and even imitation of straw sandals.
But it seems like it hasn't been successful yet.
Straw sandals are just a mess of twisted straw rope.
Bark rope is simply two strands twisted together, loose and shapeless.
Only the half-weaved rattan basket is slightly decent, but it is also crooked and loose, not as beautiful as the one made by the Ba children.