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.
To be continued...