Ancient wasteland

The patriarch who was lying on the ground did not move after he finished moaning, but the black mist on his body slowly dissipated, and his expression was no longer ferocious and distorted.

He became serene and peaceful, which made him look more like falling asleep than fainting, which was a visible improvement to the naked eye.

The priest stared intently at the whole process, watching Jing Qu scrape his flesh and heal his wounds, when Jing Qu cut open the patriarch's wound and Ye wanted to stop Jing Qu.

He stopped Ye with his eyes.

The priest knew how difficult the patriarch's wounds were. The wounds from the snake bites were so small that he couldn't see the wounds clearly because of his old eyesight.

But the patriarch, as a second-level fighter, fell down and couldn't wake up again. As the wound began to rot, the black mist dispersed and enveloped the patriarch.

The situation can be said to be getting worse and worse. He tried his best, even capturing the jeweled snake, but he couldn't make the patriarch better.

Seeing the patriarch's accident, the priest was very anxious. Their mountain tribe has a small population and fewer soldiers, so they can only be regarded as small and medium-sized tribes.

There are many tribes like them around Dashan. The Dashan tribe can survive here because of the fact that there are two second-level fighters in the tribe.

The force of the mountain and the wind deter other tribes from invading easily, but now the wind is out for salt, not in the tribe.

If something happens to the patriarch again, I'm afraid the surrounding tribes won't be able to hold back and take the opportunity to attack and rob them. They won't be able to resist.

The patriarch has been in a coma for a long time and has not led anyone out to hunt. In the past two days, people from other tribes have always been poking around the tribe.

If it continues like this, the tribe will be very dangerous. Of the tribe that was attacked and robbed, I am afraid that only warriors can survive.

But he couldn't do anything about the patriarch's injury. Let Jing Zhu try it, which is a bit like treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The priest did not expect that Jing Que could really heal the patriarch.

This kind of weird wound has never been healed by anyone. Jing, it is very severe, and the eyes of the priest looking at Jing He are a little hot.

Even the voice began to stutter, "Your teacher, isn't he, also a priest? Are you separated from your clansmen?

Would you like to be my disciple and learn from me? I am already very old, and I don’t know when I will return to the embrace of God.

As long as you want, you can soon succeed me and become the new priest of the tribe! "

Jing Yu was a little confused, "Huh?!"

This can be considered a windfall, he has observed that the status of priests in the tribe is very high... The people of the tribe mentioned the priests with a very respectful tone.

Because the patriarch is in a coma, he is not sure for the time being, who is better for the patriarch to talk to the priest, but he can be sure.

The influence of priests in the tribe is definitely not weaker than that of the patriarch. Priests can heal injuries and become smarter. They are like spiritual leaders and are very respected.

How could such a large piece of pie suddenly fall on his head?

He was still hesitating, but Beside Ye spoke first, "Sacrifice, Yun."

The priest squinted his eyes at Jing Que, shook his head earnestly, and said in a troubled tone, "No, he is more talented than Yun.

Yun...she is always impatient, Ye, I know you like Yun and hope she can become a priest.

But I can't wait to teach her, I have already felt God's calling, our tribe cannot do without sacrifices. "

Yun is the patriarch's daughter. She is very intelligent and a quick learner, but she is lively and active. She can't sit still and learn from him.

Every time the priest wants to teach her knowledge, he has to go to great lengths to find someone to capture her first, but when he is captured, she will slip out quickly.

This time, she even sneaked into the team participating in the trade fair without telling the priest and the patriarch.

She hid in piles of animal skins, but no one noticed her before she set off, and she got out of the animal skins on the way.

For this reason, Feng had to arrange Bei to report back.

Originally, there were 6 junior fighters in their tribe, who went to the trade fair to exchange salt, but now, because Bei came back early.

There are only 5 junior fighters left in the team, and people have to be spared to protect Yun. The difficulty of this trade fair will probably increase a lot.

The priest sighed softly, Yun is just a child who can't grow up.

But he is already too old, and he doesn't know when he will return to the embrace of God. At that time, Yun will not be able to bear the heavy responsibility of sacrifice.

It has to be said that the timing of Jing Zhu's arrival is just right, the priest is too old, and the chosen successor is too weak and worry-free.

Just seeing that he can cure the patriarch, the priest will consider changing the heir.

The priest looked at the patriarch who was still in a coma, "I will discuss this matter with the patriarch, you take Jing to his cave first."

Priest Ye Chong nodded, stood up and walked outside, Jing Qu hurriedly followed, after all, this brother's legs were too long, and he could be lost if he didn't pay attention.

The cave that the priest promised to allocate to him was halfway up the mountain, about half the size of the cave that the priest promised.

It was empty inside because no one lived there, and it was still damp.

Ye sent him to the entrance of the cave, remained silent, turned around and left, looking extremely unwilling to deal with him.

Jing Que didn't care, and looked around in the cave.

Although it was a bit cold and damp, it was still clean, with only a few bugs crawling around and nothing else.

He buried himself in the space for a long time, found bags of quicklime, and sprinkled them on the wettest places.

However, the lime will turn into mature lime after absorbing moisture, which is irreversible. It is best to light a fire in the cave to keep the cave dry.

But if he had to light a fire in the cave, the smoke would probably choke him to death.

The hole assigned to him was halfway up the mountain, and the top was a thick mountain. He couldn't poke a hole in the mountain to install a chimney.

It would be good if it could be like the hobbit hole, but it is not realistic to think about it.

Jing Qu fell asleep in the cave, but was woken up by the cold at about four or five in the morning. He sat silently at the entrance of the cave and counted money.

When he counted half of the hill-like pile of gold, the sky finally dawned, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the crowd starting to walk below.

... He was really afraid that he would freeze to death in this cave.

Suddenly, I really want to inherit the spacious and warm cave of the priest.

He climbed down the mountain wall and met Ye on the way, who came out of a nearby hole and was very close to him.

He thought for a while, and waved his hand to say hello, "Hi."

Ye Ding stared at him for a while, then turned and walked away.

Jing Que, "..." Is he so annoying! ?

Because he works with the collection team, he has his share of the breakfast in the tribe. In the thick and huge stone pot, there is boiling water and wild vegetables floating!

The soup was clear enough to see people, but fortunately no one wanted to eat mud, and it was cleaned very well. Jing Que broke off two tree branches and used them as chopsticks, and ate some indiscriminately.

After finishing his breakfast, he carried the sling on his back and set off with the fish.

Because there was a backpack yesterday, they dug up the wild vegetables nearby, so today they need to change the direction.

Jing Que followed, digging wild vegetables and picking up some dead branches and firewood.

It was too cold in the cave at night, he had to light a fire in the cave, even if there was thick smoke, he would rather be choked to death than be cold to death!

Yu didn't mind him digging wild vegetables and collecting firewood at the same time.

She even told him very gently that the hairy branches are easy to ignite, but they burn out quickly, and the green branches are difficult to ignite, but they can burn for a long time.

And there is less smoke, which is more suitable for burning in a hole.

And it is best to light the fire at the entrance of the cave, so that it can keep warm without being afraid of being smoked.

Jing Zhuo wrote down all of them.

Talking and pointing to him, the maomao tree is more similar to the pine tree that Jing Que knows. The pine needles are long and fall to the foot of the tree, covered with a thick layer.

Green trees are rather special, with only trunks and no branches and leaves. The trunks are smooth and dark blue in color, hard to the touch, like iron blocks.

Jing Qu stretched out his hand to break it... He didn't move, he was not convinced, he picked a tree branch and broke it hard, almost broke his fingers, and then broke the tree branch.

When I got it in my hand, I realized that the branch was not only hard, but also very heavy, about the same size as an iron block.

He gave up using green trees as firewood and chose other branches.

After he collected almost all the firewood to be burned at night, he began to dig wild vegetables seriously.

As he was digging, he could smell the fragrance of Chinese toon and Sophora japonica, so he couldn't help but look up, it was on the hillside next to them.

There are white clusters of flowers in the middle of the mountain, like layers of clouds.

Yu watched him staring at the white flowers on the mountain in a daze, thought he wanted it, and volunteered, "I'll pick some bunches for you to play with."

Jing Que, "It can be eaten."

Hearing that it was edible, the fish's eyes lit up instantly.