The Big Bear Tribe under Orak's command has ushered in a period of development.
Although it is still difficult, such a life is better than constant migration.
The Big Bear tribe got a very precious time to grow their tribe little by little.
It's just that this time is not long after all, it is only ten years!
The reason for all this happening is just the appearance of a legendary demon.
No one knows where the big rat named Hamelin appeared from, nor why it stares at the barbarians of the Big Bear tribe.
After the time when Hamelin was raging, the mages from Xiansai Academy studied this.
The guess approved by most mages is very cruel.
They believed that this big rat, which had lost its mind after being eaten by the shadow rats on its body, discovered by chance that the flesh and blood of the Nephalem could make the shadow rats behind it quieter.
Perhaps this would alleviate Hamelin's pain a little, so he began to look for food.
In that era, it was not uncommon for people with pure bloodline to be called Nephalem, but they were definitely not many.
Although most of the professionals have gathered together, they are different from the barbarians.
To be precise, it is different from barbarians and druids!
Because only barbarians and druids retained the tribal gathering method, they became the best hunting targets!
Among those who have relatively maintained the purity of their bloodline, the Nephalem's bloodline is more obvious.
So a helpless and even tragic past happened.
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"Orak! We don't have enough food anymore!
We didn't have time to catch prey on the way out!
There is snow all along the way, and there are no plants at all!
Let alone plants that can be used as food, there are not even a few trees!”
Cassius, who had become an excellent warrior at that time, stood beside Orak with bloodstains all over his body and roared.
You can already see the white bones on his fists!
But with the powerful physique of the angry barbarian, the wounds are healing, but the scars cannot disappear.
Those demons are not easy to deal with at all.
"Cassius, your talent in weapons is obviously much stronger.
Why not use molten fire to fly slag?"
Orak did not have any reply to the bad news brought by Cassius. On the contrary, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Cassius's fighting method.
Cassius has an unknown legendary battle ax in his hand, but he doesn't use it much.
Yes, Molten Slag is a hand axe, but it looks more like a hammer...
He is obviously very proficient in using one-handed weapons in combat!
Even in the use of one-handed weapons, Cassius's skills are not much inferior to Orac's.
But he only used the molten slag as training equipment.
At most, at most it is used to strike iron ingots when working as a blacksmith.
"I have said since I was a child that I would become a legend with both fists!
As for the molten slag! Apart from his name, who else knows the legend that this looks like a hammer but is actually an axe?
What is the use of this thing besides reducing the process of making a fire when hunting?"
Cassius was not polite at all.
Among barbarians, respect only needs to be kept in the heart, no one cares whether the language is too rough.
As for the legendary Molten Slag, it can release a fireball when attacking.
It can make the prey become mature directly after death, even a little burnt...
"He allows you to fight without worrying about whether your hand will be broken!
And it will allow you to maintain stronger combat effectiveness when fighting!"
Orak looked very dissatisfied.
If you ignore the various injuries on his body, Orak is still very handsome.
"Cassius, Orak!
I just smashed an elite floor-thumping demon! Do you think this thing is useful?"
Kotur walked over somewhat naively. At this time, he was already stronger than Orak's size.
It's just that he doesn't always act very smart.
"What are you doing holding the leg of the Earth-beating Demon?
Is this thing used to pitch a tent?"
Cassius unceremoniously took away the strong leg of the earth-beating demon from Kotur!
Then he stood up and struck hard with his knee!
With the sound of kaba, Cassius threw the intact long leg of the Earth-beating Demon towards Orak with a strange look on his face.
Then this strong leg was shattered by Orak's knife!
"Cassius, you are injured! Your knee should be cracked!"
As we all know, Couture is a real person and speaks the truth.
"Shut up Kotur! I know!
This little injury won’t affect my fight!”
Cassius's injured leg was shaking, and the flesh on his face was shaking too!
This tremor can be seen in the trembling braided beard on his chin.
The tail end of the beard can also create a playful arc along with this trembling...
"I'm going to break the queen! You two seize the time to find some prey!
At this time, we must at least ensure the physical strength of the soldiers!"
Orak made a relatively cruel decision.
Food for the soldiers must be ensured during the migration.
As for the old, weak, sick and disabled...if there is some food left, they can also take a bite.
"Also! Kotur, there is no need to leave food for me!
But you'd better stop giving your food to your mother!"
Orak said this before turning and leaving.
"Cassius, how did Orak know?"
Kotur asked with his eyes widened as he looked at Cassius who was still shaking on the spot.
"You idiot! You can eat demons alive during a fight! Only a fool can't see it!"
Cassius rolled his eyes, then limped towards the front of the team.
“Also, really don’t give Auntie any more food!
You’re not helping her!”
Cassius's words were a little cold and seemed to be a little unbearable.
Kotur stood there and clenched his fists!
He knew that it would be irresponsible for the tribe to leave his food to his mother at this time.
Kotur is one of the top three combatants in the tribe, and his condition will largely affect the safety of this migration.
"But, that's my mother!"
Kotur muttered softly.
Then laughed.
A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his somewhat slow head, and he discovered Orac's care. Although this care was a bit stiff, Kotur would remember this kindness.
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The hunting process is not difficult, but time is a bit tight.
Kotur and Cassius successfully brought back the prey, although it was still a drop in the bucket for the Great Bear tribe.
Kotur tightened his coat and used his body temperature to preserve the heat of two pieces of meat no bigger than his fist.
The stitching of the coat on his body was so rough that it looked like tent fabric.
But this coat is warm enough.
"Mom, I brought food back!
Look, it’s two pieces of meat!”
Couture pushed his way through the crowd, although he did not do so intentionally.
But after his huge body walked into the crowd, those people would naturally be squeezed and staggered.
Among the migrating team, he was the only one moving backward. The old, weak, sick and disabled in the team needed to huddle together to stay warm.
Kotur spoke in the smallest voice, for fear of being heard by other tribesmen.
He did this not because he was worried that the tribe would steal food from his mother, but because he didn't want his mother to be noticed by others.
But any sound was obvious among the silently walking team.
Along the way, apart from the squelching of feet on the snow, there was only the constant sound of wind.
Among the crowd, Kotur could see his mother at a glance.
It's not because of how conspicuous his mother is, but because of the blood connection between a son and his mother.
"Mom, it's meat..."
Couture's voice was very low.
He saw his mother walking with the help of others.
Or rather dragging...
Her mother was not attacked by anyone and received help from her tribe.
But now she can no longer walk on her own.
"Kotur."
This is the voice of Couture's mother's neighbor, the old woman who is carrying Couture's mother on her back!
Although she is an old woman, she is also a savage.
Just walking with a small body on his back is barely possible.
"Is mom dead?"
Kotur's voice was very weak.
It's like all the power has been taken away.
It was then that he realized that he had not eaten any food for almost a week.
After Kotur's father hunted when he was a child, only a pair of very ordinary wrist guards were returned.
His mother is already his last relative.
"Your mother couldn't chew any food yesterday.
These are what she left for you."
The aunt took out a small animal skin bag from her arms.
There is almost no difference between her approach and Couture's.
They are all using their own body temperature to warm the food.
"No! Every time I watch my mother swallow the food!"
Kotur seemed a little dazed, realizing that his mother was dead.
But he was questioning it as if he couldn't accept the result at all!
"She ate it, but as soon as you left she would scratch her own throat.
She didn't even chew the pieces of meat, she just used her teeth to cut them into the largest sizes she could swallow.
Then, all the food is here..."
The aunt threw the animal skin bag in her hand very weakly.
The bag dropped a step in front of Couture.
The mouth of the bag fell open, and inside were the pieces of meat that were almost swallowed whole.
You can only see a little trace of digestion on the edges of the meat, but there are no stains!
After each forced vomiting, Kotur's mother would use her body temperature to melt the snow on the ground and wash away the stomach acid from the meat.
This is a mother's love for her child...even though it seems to be a bit of a mysophobia.
Kotur thought of Cassius's words.
Cassius asked him not to give his mother any more food, just for this reason!
The energy consumed by vomiting is very huge for an old woman who has long been disabled.
Kotur's mother was once a warrior, and her physical strength could have supported her to go further.
But in order for my son not to be disappointed, and also for my son to actually eat some food.
She did it without hesitation!
Kotur first picked up his mother from the aunt's back, and then picked up the animal skin bag on the ground.
I don't know how many barbarians passed by here along the way, but no one even glanced at the food in the open pocket.
"Mother……"
Kotur muttered blankly, and then grabbed a lot of food that was in his mother's belly in the animal skin bag.
Then he stuffed it into his mouth fiercely!
Kotur swallowed the piece of meat without chewing it.
Big mouthful!
He hugged his mother and turned around, preparing to rush towards the front of the team.
Over there is Cassius distributing food to the soldiers.
He and Cassius were back, and the warriors had something to eat.
Next it's time to tell Orak that it's time to leave the fight.
Kotur touched the two newly allocated pieces of meat in his arms and walked a little faster.
My mother is dead, so I can't accept Orak's kindness!
This extra piece of food should be returned to Orak!
As for the mother...
It was difficult to carry a corpse with him during the migration, and Koutul had to fight from time to time, so he couldn't take his mother with him.
And he couldn't give his mother's body to the previous aunt.
Suddenly Koutur turned around as if he remembered something.
Then he held out his hand holding the food that had been preserved with his body temperature, and then spread it out!
You can still faintly see some heat on the meat.
"Auntie, this is my food.
You took my mother so far, I must compensate you.
Please accept it!”
Koutur subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn't do it now.
"Kotur, go and fight.
Your mother just let her stay here!
This is the Arreat Mountains, and Bulcasso will protect her soul."
The aunt pushed away the big hand in front of her, and also pushed away the precious food.
A barbarian's life may be as humble as an insect in times of crisis, but he will never let his spirit become despicable!
Even though this might be a chance to survive!
"Bulkess? I've never seen him.
But I think he's a great guy."
Kotur slowly squatted down, stuffed the food into his arms again, and then inserted his hands into the ground forcefully!
The ground is shaking!
As Kotur's muscles suddenly expanded, his huge brute force created a deep crater on the ground!
Then, he kissed his mother's forehead for the last time...
"Goodbye mother, if Bulcasso really exists.
I will see him."
Kotur finished his farewell, supported the huge ground with one hand, then put down his mother, and then gently filled the ground.
He had to do this so that the demons would not tear up the ground and gnaw at his mother's body.
Then Kotur strode towards the front of the team!
He's going hunting!
Orak is the God of War!
No one can take away Orak's life when he doesn't want to die!
While Orak is stopping the demon, he will bring enough prey for every tribesman to take a bite!
Then solemnly hand over the portion of food that belongs to Orak!
Koutul didn't cry because he was Koutul!
He will not cry under the gaze of his mother, nor will he shed tears under the gaze of his tribe!
Only when he smashed those demons to pieces on the ground and splashed plasma on his face, could he shed a few tears because of the discomfort in the corners of his eyes!
Kotur likes the feeling of crushing the demon completely and having the residue hit his eyes!
That’s right!
He just likes this feeling, not just looking for a chance to cry!
Devils! They all must die! It’s better to die without a whole body!