Rebirth: Wild Survival

The high priest's idea was very good, but the development of things was far beyond his expectations.In his impression, the pure and harmless Tree Seacretes did not welcome this group of alien cat people as the high priest imagined.

The natural sense of superiority and xenophobic psychology made the Cretans in the sea of ​​trees subconsciously isolate this group of returning partners with poor behavior. Of course, this group of outsiders also has their own pride, and the cold violence around them makes them more united and cohesive. Together, opposing emotions caused daily conflicts and conflicts to arise one after another. Unfortunately, these small conflicts did not attract the attention of the high priest. After severely reprimanding the two parties that caused the conflict, these trivial matters were left behind by him.

As a result, these small frictions have turned into irreconcilable big conflicts in the continuous accumulation, and this tense double-shot conflict may only need a small lead.

Old Man Turner was carrying a large bucket of fresh spring water, and strenuously walked towards the station. Beads of sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead. He had already passed his healthy age, and now he was carrying the bucket and was struggling to walk. , but he was resolute by nature and did not stop because of exhaustion. Seeing that the open space where Cretes gathered was getting closer and closer to him, Father Turner subconsciously lowered his head. Unfortunately, some troubles cannot be easily avoided Yes, before he approached the station, he heard an immature male voice saying impatiently: "Why are you so slow, you have already delayed my bathing, ugly inferior beast!"

Old Man Turner raised his eyes to look at this beautiful young Crete. The other party had obviously just grown up, and his eyes were full of childishness. At this moment, his original beautiful face was eclipsed by the meanness.

"How dare you stare at me! Are you dissatisfied with my words?" Seeing Old Man Turner looking at him, the young Crete frowned and said sharply.

Father Turner flinched in fright, and dared not look any further. He lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and there were a few titters around him. Hearing the movement, the Shuhai Cretes gathered around in twos and threes, either watching with cold eyes, or gloating, The domineering young Crete couldn't help but raise his chin when he saw that he had suddenly become the object of everyone's attention.He said to Father Turner in a charity tone: "Come on, how long do you have to hang around!" Then, he turned around and walked towards his own exclusive wooden house.

Daddy Turner didn't dare to delay, tightened the heavy wooden barrel in his hand, and staggered to follow. The clear water in the barrel splashed a lot during the shaking, and a few drops splashed on Crete who was standing next to him. Father Turner apologized hastily, and then wanted to let Crete go sideways, but the other party blocked his way.

"Did I tell you that you can leave?" Looking at the overwhelmed old man Turner, the other party reprimanded sharply: "You stained my clothes, do you just want to leave like this?"

"I'll clean it up for you right now." Hearing this, Old Man Turner immediately reached out to wipe off the water stains on the other party's clothes.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands." The other party pushed Father Turner away suddenly, with a disgusted expression on his face.

boom!The wooden barrel fell to the ground, and the water splashed all over the place. Father Turner fell heavily to the ground, and his facial features wrinkled together due to the severe pain.

"Mueller, what are you doing!" the beautiful Crete exclaimed, obviously feeling sorry for his bucket of clear water, and seeing the clumsy performance of Turner's father, the heartache turned into anger, and saw Striding up to Papa Turner, he stretched out his hand to teach this stupid old subspecies a lesson.

Someone squeezed his hand from behind, and the huge force made the beautiful Crete scream in pain.

"What are you doing!" Yamang suppressed his anger, looked at the Cretan who was half a head shorter than him, and said angrily.Accompanied by a rustling sound, several tall cat people appeared behind Yamang. Seeing the scene here, they all glared at the Cretans present.

"Let go of me, you vulgar outsider!" The restrained Crete didn't answer Yamang's words, and screamed in horror while struggling to free the hand that restrained him.

Yamang threw the screaming little guy aside with some disgust, leaned over to help Turner's father who had fallen to the ground, and asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Excessive fatigue and pain all over his body had made Father Turner speechless, and he only nodded soothingly.

Yamang asked his companion to support Old Man Turner, looked up at Crete around him, and said loudly, "Who can tell me what happened just now? Who hurt my friend!"

Most of Crete who was caught by his sight lowered their heads guiltyly, and the atmosphere around them became condensed.But soon this silence was broken, only to hear a voice from the Cretan ethnic group nonchalantly said: "Let me tell you," the person who spoke was Mueller who just overthrew Turner's father. He walked out of the crowd and said nonchalantly, "It's very simple. Just now Lite asked your friend to help carry a few buckets of water, but he was too useless. He tripped and spilled all the water." He looked at Father Turner with disgust, as if looking at a piece of useless garbage.

Yamang looked at the wooden barrel half as tall as a person, and then at the half-full tank of water not far away from the tree house, suppressing his anger and said: "Papa Turner is too old to bear such a situation." Heavy work, why don't you fetch water yourself?"

"Work! Oh my god?" Mueller seemed to have heard some anecdote, and said with an incredulous expression: "Don't you know? We are Crete in Sunset Valley, the darling of the sea of ​​trees, and we don't need to do any work , just enjoy it.”

"Papa Turner is our friend, and also a guest we invited into the sea of ​​trees. You have no right to let him do any work." Yamang frowned.

"Friend" Lite, who was thrown aside by Yamang, let out a sneer when he heard the words. He stood up in embarrassment, looked at Yamang bitterly, and said sharply: "You actually want to talk to a lowly subspecies?" As a friend, he is not qualified to step into the sacred land of the sea of ​​trees, he should be with the group of vulgar and inferior creatures, and live in panic in the worst living environment until he is killed by a predator!"

"Take back what you just said! Apologize to Father Turner!" Yamang looked at Lite and said in a deep voice.

"Never!" The other party replied without hesitation.

A cold light flashed in Yamang's eyes, he strode forward, kicked Lite's knee, and then grabbed Lite's arm, making him half-kneel on the ground, ignoring Lite's painful cry Howling, Yamang said coldly: "Take back what you just said, otherwise, I will break your arm!"

Yamang's simple and crude method made the surrounding air stagnate, and the anger in the eyes of the Cretans in the sea of ​​trees was replaced by fear.

Yamang didn't care about anything else, looking at Lite with a cold face. "Don't challenge my patience!"

Being stared at by Yamang, Turner only felt a wave of fear, and the words of begging for mercy were close to his lips, but the next moment, he changed his attention, and there was a soft sound of flapping wings not far away, and Turner keenly caught it. Seeing it, a gleam flashed in Lite's eyes, and then he simply 'passed out'.

Seeing this, Yamang frowned slightly. Immediately afterwards, his instinctive perception of danger made him let go of Lite, and a golden lightning bolt flew from the air at this moment and struck between the two of them, brushing Yamang's wrist and flying over. .Yamang couldn't help looking up at the attacker, "What happened here?" A voice sounded in the air, and then a griffin warrior flapped his wings and landed between the two opposing sides.The Griffon warrior glanced away after landing, and then looked at Yamang and Lite. After confirming that Lite, who fell to the ground and fell into a coma, was not injured, the Griffin turned to Yamang and said in a deep voice: " Private fighting is forbidden in the sea of ​​trees, Yamang, did you just want to hurt your own kind!"

"They insulted my friend first, I just want him to apologize solemnly." Hearing this, Yamang replied with a frown.The cat people who came back with him did not hear the sound, and all nodded in agreement.

Hearing that, the Griffin Warrior couldn't help but look at the Cretes in the Sea of ​​Trees behind him inquiringly.

"Lite just asked that old subspecies to help him fetch a few buckets of water. Who knew that old subspecies couldn't even do such a trivial thing, and even knocked over the buckets. Lite called this old subspecies when he got angry. Plant a few words, and then Yamang hit Lite!" Someone in the crowd whispered, his words were very skillful, and he avoided the important part and skipped the part where Lite and others bullied Turner's father, so that the Griffin Warrior Attention fell back to the toothache wounding.

Sure enough, the Griffon Warrior immediately looked at Yamang when he heard the words, and said in a solemn voice, "Is that so?"

Hearing the words, Yamang frowned and looked at Kriter who had just spoken. He remembered that this Kriter was the one who first spoke out to provoke him. , couldn't help revealing a secretive smile.

Yamang narrowed his eyes slightly, and today's events were a little weird from beginning to end.Originally, they had the same range of activities as the Cretes in the Sea of ​​Trees, and they were all in this open space in the center of the Sea of ​​Trees. Unexpectedly, this morning, a Crete from the Sea of ​​Trees claimed to be sent by the high priest to lead them into the area. In the depths of the sea of ​​trees, they followed the Crete to leave the open space as promised. Unexpectedly, the other party led them around the sea of ​​trees a few times before disappearing. After losing their guide, the cats lost their way in the sea of ​​trees. After a long delay, they returned to the open space again, and as soon as they stepped into the open space, Ya Mang saw the scene just now...

"Please answer my question." Seeing that Yamang lowered his eyes and said nothing, the Griffin Warrior couldn't help but speak.

"It's basically the same. However, they have been bullying Father Turner just now. If I hadn't stopped him, Father Turner would have been injured by them."

"You can't use your own guesses to answer my question, and I just believe that I saw that you, as Crete in the sea of ​​trees, actually became friends with a subspecies." The other party looked disapproving. Repeated: "And today, for the sake of this foreign race, you go to attack your own race! Is that so!"

Faced with the Griffin Warrior's questioning, Yamang fell silent. The difference in concept made any excuses at this time pale and powerless. If the matter was explained further, it would only get worse, and Yamang's attitude made the Griffin Warrior With a decision.

"Sorry, I don't agree with your statement. You hurt your own people and need to be punished!" Looking at Yamang, the griffin warrior said in a solemn voice; "Although I have no right to punish you, I will punish you for what happened today." Tell the high priest everything, and he will decide your punishment."

It was too late to make his own decision. Seeing that the situation was under control, the Griffin Warrior picked up Lite who was unconscious and turned around to leave.

With the departure of the Griffin Warrior, the surrounding atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Sea of ​​Trees Crete and the returning cats are separated on both sides of the open space, and there is a clear distinction between them.

Yamang took a deep look at Mu Le in the crowd, then turned to his companion and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

Seeing Yamang leave with an aggrieved face, the Shuhai Cretes who stayed in the open space cheered excitedly as if they were victorious.

Lite has been taken away, and Muller who stayed in the open space has become a heroic existence. For a long time, because of the difference in physical fitness, the weak Shuhai Cretes will always suffer when encountering conflicts. Today , the winner of this conflict undoubtedly belongs to them, and they did not rely on brute force, but completely relied on 'wisdom' to win, which is undoubtedly even more exciting!

Mueller accepted everyone's praise with a self-sufficient face. In fact, he was not the planner of today's incident at the beginning, but Alisha who had been hiding behind the scenes. So they formulated a series of plans together. What happened today, including all kinds of frictions in the past, were all fueled by them secretly, and their ultimate goal was to make the high priest completely despise these cat people, so as to expel them as soon as possible Out of the sea of ​​trees.

What happened today is undoubtedly a good opportunity. Thinking of the high priest's furious appearance after learning all this, Mu Le's smile deepened.While thinking about a series of follow-up plans in his mind, he saw Alisha, the instigator of all this, rushing from the dense forest.

As a candidate priest, Alisha seldom shows up in the open space, and other Cretans are affectionate to go up to him when they see him, but Alisha changed his easy-going and gentle appearance in the past, went straight to Mu Le, and said in a deep voice: "Where did the group of alien cats go?"

"They were reprimanded by the Griffon Warriors, and they just left in despair!" Before Muller could answer, a Crete replied enthusiastically.

Hearing this, Alisha frowned slightly, but didn't say much. After asking where the other party was leaving, he turned around and hurried after him.

With Alisha's departure, the focus of everyone's conversation returned to the conflict just now. Only Muller looked at Alisha's leaving back in confusion, his eyes full of puzzlement.