Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Under the warm sunshine in spring, the open space in the middle of the shelter was full of people squatting.

These refugees from the Ming tribe, each holding a large copper bowl that is more and more golden in the sun, the expression of eating and drinking is called intoxicated.

After adding crushed preserved eggs, fat minced meat, and a lot of refined salt and sugar, they completely conquered the bumpkins on the plains.

Like a breeder full of accomplishment, Mr. Niu banged the cauldron and shouted: Don't worry! Eat slowly, the Blackstone Tribe has a lot of food.

But thinking about it, these people who haven't eaten for a long time, if they eat too much and unfortunately get stuffed to death, it will be a lot of fun.

Master Niu hurriedly added another sentence: Well! These two days, each person can only eat three bowls per meal. When you are not so weak, I will give you some big fat to supplement.

After finishing speaking, Master Niu handed over the spoon in his hand to the others, and walked straight to the Wuming tribe's witch...

Seeing Master Niu approaching, Wu Ti put down the copper bowl in his hand, although he was a little bit reluctant to give up the preserved egg and fatty meat porridge in his hands, and planned to stand up and salute.

You don't need to be so polite, you continue to drink porridge, I just came here to chat casually. Master Niu said hastily.

Afterwards, Master Niu asked directly: Is the food on the plain so tense now?

Wu Ti smiled wryly: Food, which tribes should we look at? Tribes in grassland areas like tuji, although the plains have been droughted for two years, but the tribe of tuji doesn't have to worry about food.

However, our tribes that rely on farming for a living have had no crops for two consecutive years under the influence of the locust plague; where is there any food left?

Then how did you survive? Master Niu was full of doubts.

Wu Ti's answer was full of bitterness: What else is there? Going to hunt in the remote mountains and forests, more often than not catching locusts and roasting them; There used to be thousands of people in the tribe, but now one counts as one, and all of them are here.

Master Niu was silent for a while when he heard the words, and then comforted the other party:

Things are over. After joining the Blackstone tribe, you no longer need to worry about food and drink; by the way, if you don't have any special skills, I will arrange for you to farm in suitable places.

Special skills? Does the Wuti tribe's ability to talk to birds count? It's because of this that we caught some prey in the mountains and forests before, otherwise we wouldn't even have these people left. Wuti asked.

The huge surprise made Master Niu, who was half squatting on the ground, suddenly stand up.

It's been a month since the weak chicken went to the mountains and forests deep in the north, and it's almost time to return; but the same thing happened, and there was another big problem.

At that time, if there are too many hired birds brought back by the weak chickens, it is not an option to rely on the weak chickens to convey orders.

And sleepy came to send pillows, these people of the Wutiao tribe, aren't they born poultry breeders and commanders!

Regarding this, Master Niu said loudly: Of course, you guys have to cultivate here for a while, and I have more important things for you in the future.

After finishing speaking, Master Niu left the shelter excitedly...

It seems that on the way into the mountain, many supply points will be established to provide food for the tribes entering the mountain; who knows if there are any other talents among these numerous tribes.

If he just starved to death on the way, wouldn't it be his master Niu, at least he would lose hundreds of millions.

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The central fringe of the plain can be regarded as a place that few people care about.

Although it belongs to the central region, there are also many large and small tribes living here, but because the land is far poorer than other places in the Central Plains.

Even various caravans rarely come here, as if it has been forgotten by the entire human race.

The circulation of information still depends on the word of mouth of the caravan; basically, what happened in the Central Plains a year ago can be called the original plane of the latest news in other places.

Therefore, none of the bigwigs in the Wu Temple knew that the locust plague and drought had also lasted for more than a year in this poor mountain and bad water.

Of course, maybe even if they knew about it, they wouldn't care about it at all.

Because for the Wudian, only the fertile Central Plains is an important place, and the other areas are unimportant wild places to them.

Tribes living in other places, no matter how hard it is, they will not be taken to heart...

Huqiu tribe, a medium-sized tribe with a population of about 2,000 people.

At this time, as long as the entire tribe could move, one by one, they all appeared in their fields, holding various weapons in their hands, waiting extremely nervously.

The crops in the field have just been planted not long ago, and they have just sprouted short shoots.

These buds, the hope of the entire Huqiu's survival, are now under serious threat; according to the witch's divination, the locusts are coming again, which will completely destroy their hope of survival.

Therefore, they must guard here, guarding all their hopes of survival.

Suddenly, a voice in the crowd shouted vigorously: The locusts are here.

After hearing the words, everyone looked up, but after just a glance, their hands and feet became cold; there were too many locusts flying in the sky in the distance, and a large black patch was covering the sky.

After a year of drought, the locusts have grown in size.

How could such an astonishing amount of people be able to stop them? Everyone knew that the Huqiu tribe would be doomed, because the last grain had already been planted as grain...

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the locusts had arrived in front of everyone.

Everyone in the Huqiu tribe seemed to be crazy, waving their weapons wildly; but these locusts were so flexible, and they were lucky to hit one, but it had no effect on the entire locust.

The locusts crossed over extremely easily. The ridiculous line of defense they formed rushed towards the Huqiu tribe's last hope of survival, and they could completely destroy them in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, an extremely miraculous scene happened:

After a piercing scream came, these locusts flew up to the sky as if they had encountered a terrifying natural enemy, and then rose to a high altitude, covering the sky of everyone in the Huqiu tribe.

Everyone who felt that they had escaped from death quickly looked in the direction of the screaming sound.

All I saw was a strange man whose whole body was wrapped in a black robe, only showing a pair of eyes standing there.

After seeing everyone looking over, the weirdo shouted in an extremely piercing voice: I am the God of Insects, the god-man who controls all insects; join my Temple of Insects and be driven by me, and I will let you survive the locust plague. come down.

Almost without any consideration, everyone in the Huqiu tribe fell to the ground facing the strange man, shouting incomparably fervently: Insect God, Insect God...

The eccentric known as the Insect God, after enjoying some kneeling, started to shout again: All warriors follow me, let's go to the next tribe; the Insect God Temple will become the only temple on this continent.

A few moments later, surrounded by hundreds of fanatical warriors, the strange man killed the nearest tribe with locusts all over the sky.

In the unspeakable high spirits, the strange man roared in his heart: Wu Dian, Master Niu, I, Di Yang, are back!

I need to sort out the outline, so I won’t add more today