He Chen ran up the mountain and saw some people digging holes to bury the bodies.
His steps slowed down.
He searched everywhere, and found a total of more than a dozen people in the hunting party. Five died this time, including two ordinary tribesmen.
This was actually a rare victory, considering that their opponents were overwhelming groups of giant flower-eating flowers.
Fortunately, their Baddie can restrain grass elves, and fortunately they have the help of Suicune and Grandpa Baidie.
However, no matter how great the victory is, it cannot restore the lives lost.
He came to a tomb where earth was buried.
He still remembered that the two brothers Sha and Tu helped him catch the big beast when he went hunting for the first time and helped him transport it back.
The two brothers Sha and Tu were both simple and honest, and they did all the dirty and tiring work of the hunting team.
Just died like this.
Buried together was the earthy Bada Die.
"well."
He Chen was a little sad.
Di is not here, Zi is not here either, and Xiaobai is also in the room.
There was no one to talk to, so he sat down directly.
The soil in the tomb has been filled up, and there is no small earth bag like the tomb in He Chen's previous life.
Touched the tombstone.
Cold, rough, and sharp-edged.
In fact, it is just a stone.
He Chen could predict that there would be many more such stones here in the future, dotting the entire Monument Mountain.
"Uncle Tu, go with peace of mind, I will protect the tribe."
He is in a low mood.
After a while, he got up and walked towards Grandpa Baidie's cave.
In the cave, Grandpa Baidie and Suijun were sleeping, while the croaking frog was guarding the door of the cave.
The tree at the entrance of the cave was broken in the previous skill collision, and the wood was transported down the mountain to build a wooden house. There was only a jagged tree stump in place.
He Chen looked down the mountain.
At the bottom of the mountain, people are building wooden houses around Monument Mountain. There is a fence outside the wooden house, which looks full of life.
He turned around and walked into the cave.
"Grandpa Baidie." He Chen said softly.
Grandpa Baidie and Suijun woke up one after another.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Grandpa Baidie's voice is always so kind.
"Grandpa Baidie..."
He Chen didn't know whether he should speak, but he had come this far and he had to speak.
"Grandpa Baidie, after the two tribes merged, it is no longer appropriate to call them the Green Insect Tribe."
The Green Insect Tribe was the name originally decided by Ling Wu and Grandpa Bai Die, and it has special meaning.
But now that the tribes have been merged, it is inappropriate to call them the Green Insect tribe, and it is not conducive to the integration of the tribes.
The only way is to call a tribe a name that is moderate and has no special representative color. For example, the Insect Tribe was like this back then. It was a fusion of various insect tribes, so it was called the Insect Tribe.
"Well..." Grandpa Baidie pondered.
He Chen was waiting for the answer.
He knew that Grandpa Baidie must have deep feelings for the Green Insect Tribe. After all, he had lived here for a long time and still had his original promise.
However, he still hopes to change his name.
Apart from the reasons just mentioned, if there is no other reason, He Chen later merged with other tribes and said that he was the "Green Insect Tribe" and he felt different from saying that he was the "No. 1 Tribe in the World".
The former is obviously a tribe with only one type of elf, the Green Worm, while the latter seems to have more than one type of elf.
Also, the name of the Juliu tribe is so nice.
"Can……"
Grandpa Baidie sighed: "The spirit is dead, and there is no point in keeping me there."
He Chen nodded.
The previous preface said that his teacher Ling Wu has left, and if he leaves, he is dead, so...
wrong!
He Chen suddenly reacted: "Grandpa Baidie, the spirit witch may not be dead yet!"
Gan.
When primitive people say that a person is dead, they will just say that they are dead. They will not say "gone" or peacefully like He Chen did in his previous life.
"Grandpa Baidie, Brother Xu said that the spirit witch has left, not that the spirit witch is dead!"
Only then did He Chen discover the problem.
"Then you..." Grandpa Baidie's original deep voice became a little high-pitched: "Why did you say..."
Gan!
I thought they meant the one "gone"!
"I misunderstood." He Chen felt ashamed.
"So, Ling is really not dead yet?" Grandpa Baidie sounded slightly excited.
"I don't know about this either." He Chen thought about it for a moment.
He guessed that Ling should have special powers like her father "worm", so he lived a long life.
Grandpa Baidie calmed down: "Let's change the name..."
However, Grandpa Baidie's eyes became erratic.
It murmured to itself: "Spirit... Why haven't you come to see me for so long? Have you forgotten Little White Butterfly..."
He Chen felt sad listening to it.
Hey, that's not right...
"That... Grandpa Baidie..." He Chen scratched his head: "I heard from Brother Xu, is the spirit wizard... that... is he a road idiot?"
"It's like not knowing the direction and getting lost when you go out."
Grandpa Baidie's body stiffened.
"Yes... Ling is the 'road crazy' you said." Grandpa Baidie nodded.
It seems that it has also thought that the spirit witch may not know the way home!
"No, I have to go out to find her!" Grandpa Baidie said, shaking his only wing and trying to fly.
However, the red light of the boulder beneath him was connected with him, making it impossible for him to escape.
"I'm going...I'm going to find her!"
Suicune stood up, not knowing what to say, and the croaking frog also curiously looked at Grandpa Baidie who was different from usual.
"Grandpa Baidie, you can't find the spirit wizard if you go out now." He Chen quickly advised:
"Instead of going out to look for the spirit witch aimlessly, why not wait here for her to come back? Otherwise, if she finds her way back and you go out after she comes back, will she think you don't keep your promise?"
Grandpa Baidie stopped struggling: "Yes... Zizi is right... I want to wait for her here..."
After saying that, it raised its head and looked at He Chen: "Zaizi, you are a witch. You can decide everything. I believe you."
It means that whether it is the name or anything else, it can be decided by He Chen.
He Chen was a little moved: "Okay!"
…
Returning to the tribe at the foot of the mountain, people planted and watered the plants, built wooden houses, and Hua led several women to run back and forth from wooden house to wooden house, carrying medicine for wounds in their hands.
A few members of the hunting team were sitting on the wooden roof to watch, with Baddie hanging above their heads.
The stone house where the dried meat was stored was destroyed, so some people are still carrying the dried meat.
Originally, the people of the Yellow Insect Tribe couldn't help but be a little envious when they saw the Green Insect Tribe's dried meat reserves.
Although they have a large number of people, their consumption is also large, and they do not have that much dried meat to store.
Moreover, the green insect tribe can also grow tree fruits and other edible things, which is really enviable to them.
But now they are a tribe, so they can share everything together in the future.
Some people in the Yellow Chong tribe even felt that their moods had improved.
"Witch! Morning witch! Look at this!" Zhi came over holding a yellow-green thing in his hand.
He Chen looked carefully and his face turned cold.
Silly mouth!
He's just a dumbass who passed out in a coma.
When he saw this thing, he was upset and wanted to cut it.
"Morning Witch, do you want to treat it as a slave?" Zhi's eyes were bright: "We also found some small piranha flowers there, which are dumb-mouthed flowers."
He Chen's eyes also lit up.
Yes! He was the one who liked elves before, why have he forgotten now?
Can't elves also be used as slaves? Those who are close are friends, and those who are hated are of course slaves.
"Okay!" He Chen nodded: "Uncle Zhi, aren't you feeding those two little rats? By the way, you can lock up these dumb flowers and trumpet buds, and then direct them to do things!"
He remembered the mouth-sucking flowers and trumpet buds that had been devouring flesh and blood on Tu's body before, and the hatred in his heart did not diminish.
We must squeeze these man-eating elf slaves hard!
A cold light flashed in He Chen's eyes.
Zhi happily handed over a group of people and went out to clean the battlefield outside the city.
"That's right! Uncle Zhi, bring in some pieces of flesh and blood from the big flower flowers outside."
He Chen thought about it, maybe the crops could grow better on the land that had been watered by the flesh and blood of the giant flower.
…
At night, by the campfire.
There are many more bonfires now, and everyone from the Yellow Chong tribe is here.
Fortunately, I could sleep in the wooden house even if it was crowded, and there was enough food for the time being.
He Chen took advantage of everyone's gathering to announce the decision to change the name.
"Change your name? Okay!"
"Why change the name?"
"How about we call it the Green Worm, Green Chrysalis and White Butterfly Tribe?"
Everyone started discussing.
He Chen was speechless.
Fortunately, we didn't let these barbarians have a name. Otherwise, when archaeologists saw it in the future, they would feel embarrassed.