Huo Meng sat on the ground, breathing heavily. There were two wounds on his body and they were still bleeding.
On the ground, dozens of corpses were lying in various directions, and the dry soil was dyed red with blood.
"Chief, take off your animal skin clothes and let me treat your wounds."
The frog tribe shaman squatted next to Huo Meng, helped him untie his animal skin clothes, and then sprinkled some gray powder on the wound.
"Hiss..."
After the medicinal powder came into contact with the wound, there was a brief sharp pain, which made Huo Meng clenched his fists and took a breath of cold air.
"Be patient, you'll be fine in a while."
After the frog tribe shaman poured the medicinal powder, he used a soft bark with the outer skin peeled off to wrap his wound to prevent the blood from continuing to flow.
The medicinal powder was very effective, Huo Meng's body was also very strong, and the bleeding stopped quickly.
Huo Meng looked towards the river, and saw a giant black frog lying there with its limbs stiff.
Huo Meng's eyes dimmed for a moment, that was the giant frog that had been with him for a long time, but today he died because of fighting with other tribes.
When the frog tribe migrated, there were more than 500 people, but now, they only have more than 200 people left, and half of them are dead.
Most of the giant frogs following them died, and because they had been migrating, even if these giant frogs laid eggs, they stayed in the water on the road.
In other words, every time a giant frog dies, one will be lost, and there is no way to replenish it for the time being.
"Chief, do you want to continue migrating?"
The voice of the frog tribe shaman was very low. After all, he was old. He had been migrating for a year and was already very tired.
He even pessimistically believed that he might not be able to wait until the day when the tribe settled down, and he would die on the road like other members of the frog tribe.
"Move!"
Although Huo Meng's voice was tired, it was still firm, even stubborn.
The frog tribe witch lowered his head. He really didn't want to go any further. He felt that the environment here was already pretty good, and finding a place to settle might be a better choice than migrating.
But he couldn't refute Huo Meng, because the warriors of the Frog Tribe all listened to Huo Meng.
At this time, a cool breeze blew by.
Huo Meng said: "Witch, hold on a little longer, we are almost reaching the Southern Wilderness."
The further south they went, the lower the temperature, the more rivers and lakes there were, the forests became denser, and they also encountered several rainfalls.
Huo Meng even arrested a few tourists. Although these tourists have never been to Southern Wilderness, they have heard some things about Southern Wilderness.
All this shows that they are getting closer and closer to the Southern Wilderness.
Walking to the southern wilderness, and then finding a place with abundant water resources to settle down, the giant frogs of the tribe could reproduce again and the frog tribe could grow stronger. This was Huo Meng's belief that supported him until today.
The frog tribe witch didn't speak. In fact, this conversation had happened countless times on the road, and Huo Meng had never wavered.
The frog tribe shaman silently heals the injuries of other warriors. That's all he can do now.
After handling all the wounded, Huo Meng led his tribe and threw all the fallen frog tribe warriors and giant frogs into the river, and then the shaman recited blessing spells in the hope that their souls would fly to the river.
The side of the frog god.
This is the most traditional water burial of the Frog tribe.
That night, they found a safer place nearby, rested for the night, and supplemented their food supply by hunting and gathering.
The next day, they judged the direction by the rising sun and continued walking south.
No one knows how long we have to go or how far we have to go.
Only Huo Meng kept comforting them, saying that they would be arriving soon, and described to them the scene of the frog tribe's development and growth after settling in the southern wilderness.
Sometimes, Huo Meng would also think of the Teng tribe and Jiang Xuan.
Because Jiang Xuan said that if the Frog Tribe can migrate to the Southern Wilderness, they can ask him for help.
But Huo Meng did not place his hopes on Jiang Xuan, because the Southern Wilderness is too big, and even if they migrate to the Southern Wilderness, they may not be able to encounter the Vine Tribe.
In addition, Huo Meng firmly believes in a simple belief: It is better to rely on others than to rely on yourself.
……
Southern Wasteland, Vine Tribe.
"Chi chi chi..."
Old Man Blackstone put a hot stone into the water. As a burst of white smoke rose, the stone clicked and cracks appeared.
Many stones, after being burned for a long time and soaked in cold water, will naturally crack along the lines, and then can be processed into various stone tools.
If you smash it directly without burning it, it will not only be difficult to break open, but it may also break into pieces and become waste rock.
"Ding ding ding..."
Old Man Blackstone picked up the cooled stone, and then used a stone hammer to continue hammering along its lines, breaking it into more stone pieces.
"Gurgling..."
In the fire pond, the food in the pottery tripod has been cooked, exuding an alluring fragrance, but Old Man Heishi still finished processing the stone meticulously.
After he knocked all the stones into flakes, he finally straightened up and passed a wooden stick through the ears of the three-legged pottery tripod. Then he held one end of the stick in each hand and lifted the tripod aside.
The pottery cauldron has been heated and will not cool down for a while. The food in the cauldron continues to tumble.
Old Man Heishi washed his hands, then took out a pottery bowl and a pair of chopsticks, scooped out a bowl of food, put it to his mouth and blew it to cool it.
At this moment, he saw a boy of twelve or thirteen years old walking at the door several times, staring at the room.
Old Blackstone said: "If you want to see it, come in and see it."
When the young man heard this, his face showed joy, and then he plucked up the courage to walk into the house. He looked at the large and small stones on the ground, as well as the semi-finished or finished stone tools, and his eyes shone.
"Huh..."
Old Man Blackstone blew on the food in the bowl, then took a sip of the soup and asked, "Do you like stone tools?"
"I like it." The boy nodded fiercely.
"Have you ever made stone tools?"
"I've done it, but it's not very good."
"Show me your stone tools."
The young man hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage, took out a short stone knife from the animal skin bag he carried, and handed it to Old Man Blackstone.
Old Blackstone put down the bowl and took the small stone knife. After taking it, the expression on Old Blackstone's face was obviously surprised.
This small stone knife is surprisingly good. It is polished very smoothly and has a sharp edge. However, the stone is relatively ordinary and easy to break and chip.
"Did you do it alone?"
The young man nodded, his face a little nervous, because the man in front of him was the most powerful stone tool master in the tribe.
"Not bad."
Old Man Blackstone looked at it for a while, pointed to the middle of the small stone knife, and said: "However, this place has been sharpened a little too much, so it is easy to break."
The young man lowered his head again, feeling a little at a loss.
Old Blackstone returned the small stone knife to him and said calmly: "Don't be depressed. Compared with other children your age, you have done a good job."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Shanwen."
"Shan Wen, do you want to learn to polish stone tools?"
"Yes..."
"Come over tomorrow and try it, I'll teach you."
Shan Wen raised his head in shock, thinking he heard wrongly.
"Why...are you unwilling?"
"No...no, I have to work tomorrow..."
"It doesn't matter. When you're not working, just come over and learn from me. But I want to remind you that learning to polish stone tools is very tiring and requires patience and perseverance."
Shan Wen said hurriedly: "I'm not afraid of getting tired!"
Old Blackstone nodded and said, "Go back first and come back tomorrow."
"Okay."
Shan Wen walked to the door, feeling as if he was dreaming that he could actually learn to polish stone tools from the most powerful stone tool master of the Teng tribe!
"Great!"
As he walked, he couldn't help but jump for joy, and his whole person was in a very excited state.
The old man Heishi in the room also had a smile on his face.
This young man named Shan Wen has been hanging around his door for some time. He must really like to polish stone tools.
Moreover, what surprised Old Blackstone was that this young man had a pretty good talent for polishing stone tools.
When it comes to polishing stone tools, interest is very important, because polishing stone tools is a very tedious task, and it is difficult to persevere without interest.
Talent is equally important. People without talent may be able to learn some skills, but it will be difficult to polish truly high-quality stone tools.
Some things can only be understood but cannot be expressed, just like painting. Even if people without talent learn the skills, the things they draw lack spirituality.
Old Man Blackstone was happy to have found a suitable apprentice. As for what Shanwen can learn, we will have to wait until later to find out.
The next day, after Shanwen had eaten, he took advantage of his rest time to go to the house of Old Man Heishi and start learning to polish stone tools.
He is a member of the breeding team, and he usually has to take care of the livestock, clean the pens, feed fodder and other tasks.
Only during a short break after eating and in the evening did he have time to study with Old Man Blackstone.
Even so, under the guidance of Old Man Black Stone, he quickly learned a lot about the skills of polishing stone tools and the knowledge of identifying various stone materials.
Even the old man Black Stone had to admit that Shanwen was indeed very talented in polishing stone tools.
……
As time goes by, the temperature in the southern wilderness is getting higher and higher, and the cold winter is completely over.
As the temperature rises, the animals in the forest become more active.
As active as the animals are the migrating tribes of the Western Wilderness.
In early February, a medium-sized tribe of more than 5,000 people migrated from the Western Wilderness and entered the Southern Wilderness.
This tribe is called the Bird Tribe.
A raptor is a flightless bird of prey.
They are very strong, about two meters tall, and their long legs can carry a person very fast in the forest.
At the same time, they have hard and sharp beaks that are extremely powerful and can easily peck out a hole in the skull of ordinary prey.
It is precisely because of this fierce bird of prey that the Bird of Prey tribe can become a medium-sized tribe and dominate the mountain forest.
However, with the great changes in the Western Wilderness, earthquakes also occurred where the Raptor Tribe once lived, and they were attacked by tribes that migrated from deeper parts of the Western Wilderness.
In order to survive better, the Bird Tribe could only migrate to the Southern Wilderness and became the first medium-sized tribe to enter the Southern Wilderness.
However, a medium-sized tribe needs to occupy a very wide territory and occupy a good place.
Will the tribes in the Southern Wilderness be willing to have their living space compressed by them?