Ling slowly shook his head: "You have to protect the tribe, and you have to protect it."
Ling pointed to the stone under Grandpa Baidie's body.
"And I, I want to find Abba Ammu, and I want to find out the reason." Ling's body is old and stooped, but his voice is very firm: "The reason for the destruction of the insect tribe!"
Grandpa Baidie was silent, he knew his master's stubborn temper.
It is useless to object, this is a fact verified by countless leaders.
"Xiao Baidie, protect the tribe well. In the future... I will come back in the future."
Ling has always been alone, not looking for other men to be partners, and has no other World of Warcraft partners, only Grandpa Baidie.
Although Ling was old and stooped, her body was extremely flexible and she ran down the mountain quickly.
But after reaching the foot of the mountain, she turned back and waved to Grandpa Baidie: "Little Baidie, wait for me to come back!"
It seems that he has returned to the innocence and purity he had when he was in the insect tribe.
Looking at the retreating figure under the setting sun, Grandpa Baidie’s eyes were firm:
"I will protect the tribe for you, Ling."
"I, I will always wait for you, wait for you to come back."
This is the end.
…
He Chen's vision went dark, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying next to Grandpa Baidie.
He rubbed his head and then sat up straight, next to Xiaobai with worried eyes.
The memory of just now is still vivid in my mind.
He gently patted Xiaobai's head. Xiaobai immediately became happy when he saw that He Chen was fine.
"Baby..." Grandpa Baidie's voice was not as powerful as in the dream, but full of age.
He Chen came back to his senses from the memory just now: "Grandpa Baidie."
"Baby, this is the origin of the Green Insect Tribe." Grandpa Baidie flapped his wings slightly: "As for the north... I don't know what it is, maybe it is some powerful magical beast."
He Chen nodded.
Human beings shouldn't be able to do this, unless this is a fantasy novel.
"So, get stronger as soon as possible, bastard." After Grandpa Baidie finished speaking, he lay down: "I want to sleep for a while... I'm a little tired..."
After a while, Grandpa Baidie fell asleep, his body rising and falling slightly.
He Chen glanced at the stone under it, but he didn't see what it was. It seemed that it had never appeared in games or animations in previous lives.
I shook my head and decided not to think too much. The boat would go straight when it reached the bridge.
It would be better for him to develop as quickly as possible.
There were so many elves in the insect tribe, so powerful, and at least thousands of humans, but they were all destroyed in the end, and only about thirty people escaped.
With the green insect tribe's current thin arms and legs, it's simply amazing.
"Spirit...guard...I'll wait for you..."
Behind him, an unconscious murmur came from telepathy, and He Chen felt distressed for a while.
Because of his spirit, Grandpa Baidie has protected the Green Insect Tribe for hundreds of years.
Just because she said she would protect the tribe and wait for her return.
…
When we left the cave, it was already night.
He Chen let out a breath and felt his heart heavy.
There are only two witches in the Green Worm tribe.
One is spirit and the other is him.
But Ling had already gone to find the truth, and he guessed that he had probably died outside.
After all, humans are not mythical beasts.
Just like Grandpa Baidie, although he inherited some traits of Genesect, he is still not a mythical beast.
It will also age and may even die soon.
Hundreds of years.
The spirit may be dead.
Now, all the burden is on him.
"No matter what, just take it one step at a time." He Chen shook his head and walked down the mountain with Xiao Bai on his back.
I've been hungry all afternoon and my stomach is ravenous.
A bonfire has been raised at the foot of the mountain, and today's bonfire was raised next to the wooden house.
Because starting from today, everyone will live in wooden houses, and caves will be used to store various foods and tools.
The hunting team's harvest today was very good, and the number of prey they caught seemed to be two or three times that of before.
"It seems that the effect of dividing into two teams is not bad." He Chen thought to himself.
Divide into two teams, neither too weak nor too bloated.
And it looks like there were no casualties today.
"Morning Witch!"
This was Wing calling him, beckoning him to sit next to him.
"No, uncle, just call me Chen."
He Chen walked over and quickly waved his hand.
It's okay for others, but Chi is his uncle!
"Chen" can be called morning witch, but "He Chen" cannot.
The traditional virtues of the Chinese nation are respecting the elderly and loving the young.
"That's not possible!" Chi glared: "You are a witch, and the leader must also respect witches."
He Chen was helpless.
Through Grandpa Baidie's memory, he also discovered that the status of witches was above that of leaders.
"Chen, no, Chen Wu, I left a leg for you." There was a leg in Di's arms, which seemed to belong to a coyote. He only dared to call Chen in private, and he could only call Chen Wu when other people were around.
As for the legs in my hands.
The most common ones in this basin are coyote dogs and snake bears.
"Didn't I get the chopsticks..." He Chen realized something was wrong before he finished speaking.
You don't need chopsticks for this kind of barbecue! It's better to eat it with your hands. Otherwise, if you use chopsticks, others will eat a few ounces of meat and you will only eat a few small pieces.
Stone bowls and wooden bowls are not very practical either.
Speaking of bowls…
"By the way, didn't you say you were going to make soup today?"
Only then did He Chen remember.
"It's cooked, over there."
Wing pointed to a bonfire not far away. Next to the bonfire was a stone pot.
Wing said: "If the water is not hot, it will be ready tomorrow."
Forehead……
He Chen smiled helplessly.
How can you cook it when you put it aside? This is not what Uncle Mao used to cook bark. It can be cooked slowly.
You are making soup!
"Alas, there is still a long way to go!"
Thinking of the strength of the insect tribe, they almost developed farming technology.
But here, I can't even make soup.
"Develop as quickly as possible, develop as quickly as possible." He Chen warned himself.
He taught everyone and set up a stone pot with wood and several pieces of dried meat in it.
While Di was watching He Chen teaching everyone, he had an indescribable feeling.
If he had knowledge of future generations, he would know that He Chen's actions of teaching people to plant, store water, and cook soup were full of the sacred feeling of a saint educating the world.
But Di didn't know, so he just thought He Chen was very powerful.
"It's a pity that there is no seasoning." He Chen estimated that primitive people ingested salt through the blood of elves.
He just drank a few big mouthfuls of coyote blood a few days ago.
There is salt in the blood of the elves, but there is no salt in the tribe.
Therefore, this pot of broth has no taste at all after it is cooked, but has a meaty aroma.
But no one else is so picky as He Chen.
The first smell of broth attracted everyone.
"Gudu."
Everyone put down the meat in their hands.
This barbecue suddenly lost its flavor.
He Chen picked up the wooden bowl, filled a bowl of broth, blew on it, and took a sip.
"call--"
After finishing the drink, he let out a sigh of relief.
Although it doesn’t taste salty, it’s much better than barbecue! God knows how much He Chen doesn’t want to eat barbecue now.
"Do you want it?" He Chen smiled and looked at them.
The answer is obvious.
Then bowls of broth were poured out, and after a while, the pot of broth was finished.
After a while, everyone who had eaten and drank enough went to sleep in the cabin.
He Chen also returned to their wooden house with Di.
When I opened the door, I saw that the cabin was covered with a thick layer of hay and nothing else.
I haven't had time to get the bed, table, etc. yet.
He Chen and Di walked in and sat down, feeling soft.
Lie down and take a long breath.
He Chen suddenly asked: "Xiao Di, Xiao Bai, what do you think supports a person's life?"
I didn’t have time to think about this problem in my previous life, because working and making money was the most important thing.
In this life, after he experienced Grandpa Baidie's memories, he suddenly became confused.
People live, why?
"Of course it's for food!" Di said matter-of-factly.
But after he finished speaking, he held his head, fearing that He Chen would knock him.
He Chen smiled.
He is indeed a foodie.
"Baa, baa."
Xiaobai: To live is to be where you are, where I am.
He Chen choked.
Gan, are you so moved?
He touched Xiaobai's head.
He continued to Di: "Besides eating, what else do you want?"
"In addition to eating, of course there are also babies!" After Di finished speaking, he held his head, but when He Chen didn't knock him, he put his hands down: "I will also find a woman like Aunt Hua to have babies in the future!
"
flower……
The woman whose arms are thicker than their waist...
"Ahem." Primitive people have different aesthetics, so He Chen decided to change the question: "Xiao Di, what is the purpose of your life?"
Um, no, no, no, what is the purpose? This is asking like a villain.
But Di said in confusion: "What's the purpose of living? No! But if you don't have a purpose, do you have to die?"
"Pfft." He Chen couldn't help laughing.
Dee didn't understand what was so funny about what he said, but he laughed too.
Finally Xiaobai also joined.
The two of them laughed happily, the laughter became louder and louder, and they became more and more happy.
"That's right, we can't die."
He Chen laughed heartily.
The pressure I had endured from Grandpa Bai Die immediately disappeared.
As long as people are alive, they just need to move forward.