back to prehistoric savage

Chapter 162
"Brother Crow..."

"Brother Crow... Alas!"

Leopard Pi lowered his voice and shouted, but the response was a fierce kick.

"&*...%￥!"

The strong man kicked the leopard fur that fell to the ground, cursing in his mouth. The crow couldn't understand the birdsong of these savages, but seeing their unkind expressions and angry words, they should be cursing.

Leopard Pi screamed.

Leopard Gan was so scared that his face turned pale and he was speechless.

The crow still kept a calm head. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, not to mention the language barrier. Even if the other party could understand him, he would never intercede. As a savage, he is not qualified to intercede.

Why don't these barbarians just kill us?

The crow couldn't figure it out.

In his opinion, to deal with savages of unknown origin, killing them on the spot is the best choice.

At the moment when he tripped over the meteor cable, he thought he was going to die, but now, he rekindled the hope of life.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he must try his best to survive!
"&*...%￥!"

The tallest and strongest man in the ranks stopped his fellow atrocities.

Obviously, he didn't want his companion to hurt Leopard's life.

The crow's eyes fell on the tall and strong man, and he saw the meteor rope hanging around the man's waist at a glance. It was this kind of weapon with stones tied at both ends of the rope that tripped his legs and made him fail to escape.

The man's entire left face was covered with shocking scars, which were the scars left by the flames.

He was wearing clothes made of mammoth fur. Originally, he was the only one in the team who wore a mammoth fur jacket, while the others all wore wool fleece jackets. Now three more people wore mammoth fur jackets—from The crow picked them off.

The roll of mammoth skin they carried with them as a mobile tent was naturally also seized. From the ecstatic expressions of these barbarians, it is not difficult to infer that mammoth skin is quite precious to them.

"quack!"

The scarred man stared expressionlessly at the leopard skin moaning in pain, and gave orders.

The word probably means to stand up.

Leopard's hands were tied, and he was beaten again. He couldn't get up for a long time. A strong man next to him grabbed his long hair and picked him up like a chicken. The pain caused Leopard to scream and cry. The brush fell down.

All the savages were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed wantonly while holding their bellies. No need to ask, the crow also knew that they were laughing at the cowardice of the leopard skin.

"Seven or eight!"

The scarred man yelled and pushed the leopard skin hard.

The word probably means to walk.

Everyone went back on the road.

This group of savages grew up without knowing what to eat, and they were all as strong as cattle, almost comparable to the tiger heads of the Dahe Tribe.

The crow listens to their conversations with its ears up, learns simple vocabulary, observes the surrounding environment at the same time, and memorizes routes.

Naturally, the barbarians didn't consider the physical strength of the captives. They rushed all the way until the sun was setting.

The crow was hungry and dizzy, but he didn't dare to slow down. The leopard skin and liver also gritted their teeth and moved their heavier and heavier legs. They opened their mouths to breathe heavily, and their lungs were burning like fire. .

Fortunately, I walked on flat ground from beginning to end, and did not go up the mountain until the end.

When the leopard skin and leopard liver saw the dancing flames in the distance, heard the faint human voice from a distance, and knew that the end was in front of them, they suddenly felt refreshed, and their heavy legs seemed to become lighter.

The two of them were almost out of breath. Every time they inhaled the dry and cold air, their trachea and lungs hurt like a knife. They had no time to fear the unknown end and the strange environment, and only one thing was on their minds: stop. come down!catch my breath!

The crow was no better off than they were, but he was still conscious, and he was surprised that these savages didn't live in caves, but set up camp on flat ground.

The opponent's camp was built in the embrace of mountains, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a frozen river flowed out from the only opening, bifurcated into intricate waterways like spider webs, and spread to the distant plains.

As he got closer, he could see more clearly.

It is similar to the River Valley Camp. In the opponent’s camp, there are circular houses built on the left bank of the river. The difference is that the houses in the River Valley Camp are made of mammoth skin and bones, and they use leaves and grass. Most of them also use wood for weight bearing.

Their camps are huge!Far bigger than River Valley Camp!
The houses are densely packed, so many that the crows can't count them. There are vague figures among them, and the voices of people are mixed with the bleating of sheep.

This is a big tribe!I'm afraid it is much bigger than the Salt Tribe!
Coincidentally, they met a hunting team coming back from another direction, and the two sides gathered together and walked towards the hinterland of the valley. The scarred man showed the rolled mammoth hide to the opposing hunter with a showy look on his face.

There was a burst of chirping and gestures between the two sides, and a giant came over.

In an instant, as if a black cloud covered the top, the crow felt a sudden cardiac arrest.

He thinks he is not short, but compared with the opponent, he is like an underdeveloped disabled person. If he looks at the opponent head-up, he can only see the opponent's chest, so he forcibly holds back his breath, and looks up at the Long, ugly horse face.

The giant was also looking at him without blinking, as if examining a peerless treasure.

Suddenly, he grinned, opened his big hand, and held the crow's slender arm with his thick fingers. The crow subconsciously tightened his muscles, and the other party pinched it hard, and his smile became brighter.

Immediately afterwards, the giant walked up to the leopard skin and liver, and gently squeezed their arms as if picking prey. He was out of breath, but at this moment he desperately held his breath, not daring to pant.

After examining the bodies of the three savages, the giant pointed to the crow and chatted with the scarred man. Both sides kept pointing out their fingers, you extended three, I extended five, as if bargaining.

In the end, the two parties stretched out four fingers and reached an agreement.

The giant took off the mammoth leather jacket and handed it to the scarred man, then patted the crow on the back, grabbed the rope that bound the crow's hands, and pulled him away from the scarred man's team without any explanation, and walked into his own team.

The crow understood that he was being traded as an item. Since someone was willing to bid for the savage, it meant that the savage was valuable in the eyes of these savages.

That's good news, at least not for the time being.

"Brother Crow..."

Leopard Pi was concerned and worried, and couldn't help shouting out. He was immediately kicked to the ground and severely beaten.

The giant turned to look at the crow, pointed at him, and imitated the leopard's tone and said, "Brother Crow?"

The other party called his brother with a weird accent, Crow almost laughed out loud, he solemnly nodded his head.

"Brother Crow."

The giant yelled again, grinning so hard that the crow's hairs stood on end.

The giant pointed to himself and said, "Borg."

He nodded slightly and looked at the crow with anticipation in his eyes.

The crow was taken aback by him, although he was very reluctant, but the situation was stronger than the human, he didn't want to ask for trouble, if calling the other person's name could save him from death, then he would be happy to do so.

"Borg," he called, mimicking the other's tone.

Borg laughed loudly, stretched out his big palm-like hand, and touched the crow's face.

Crow's tiger body shook, and subconsciously dodged, with a look of hatred on its face.

Borg suddenly changed color, and his stroking hand instantly turned into an ear scraper, slapping the crow's face heavily.

The crow only felt a buzzing in his left ear. The terrifying force made him unable to stand, and he fell to the ground, his eyes turned black, and his soul seemed to be out of his body.

Before he recovered, he was forcibly pulled up again by a huge force. Before the buzzing in his ears dissipated, he heard Borg's deafening roar again. He couldn't understand a word, but he could feel the overwhelming force of the other party. anger.

He couldn't remember everything after that.

This powerful slap almost killed half of his life. He tried to maintain a clear consciousness and couldn't hold on any longer. He walked into the camp in a daze. But it seems very far away, as far away as from another world.

It seemed strange to him to see flocks of sheep locked in wooden fences, and mountains of hay piled up behind the camp, but he could not think.

He saw the sheep being dragged out of the sheepfold one by one, and like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he was led into the dark tent and tied to a strong wooden post.

So tired...so hungry...so thirsty...the left ear is still buzzing, the left side of the face is in pain, and the mouth is filled with a faint smell of blood.

He felt that he was about to die, and the picture in his eyes gradually faded, and he really wanted to close his eyes.

Do not!I can't die yet!
The crow bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the pain made him a little more awake.

He was breathing hard, trying to keep his eyes open.

where is this
He looked at the unfamiliar environment, the dim light of the fire illuminated the surroundings, the tent was very small, and he was the only one in the tent.

Could it be that this group of savages also provided single rooms for the savages?

Of course he wasn't so naive, he had a vague premonition, what was it?He tried to think, but couldn't concentrate.

At this time, a deep voice suddenly sounded outside the tent: "Brother Crow."

The crow trembled all over, his body trembled slightly, and a look of fear climbed up his face. He instinctively wanted to escape, but his wrists were tightly tied to the wooden post, and his ankles were also tightly tied, kneeling on the ground. On the ground, unable to get up, let alone break free.

The huge body bent down and got into the tent, with an inexplicable smile on its face.

Borg seemed to have forgotten the previous unhappiness. His eyes fell on the crow, examining him, as if examining a rare wild horse, with a flash of fire in his eyes.

The crow swallowed hard, but at this moment, he calmed down instead.

"&*...%￥?"

He heard Borg say a bird's cry, and he guessed that the other party said "Are you hungry" or "Would you like something to eat", because after saying this, he immediately brought out a large bowl of steaming mutton soup .

The crow's eyes lit up immediately, fixedly staring at the mutton soup in Borg's hand, like a drowning man seeing driftwood, panting, sucking his nose frantically, greedily sucking the aroma in the air.

"&*...%￥!"

Grumbling, Borg approached the crow, placing the soup bowl in his open hands.

Holding the warm wooden bowl, the crow immediately moved its knees to get closer to the body, unable to move its hands, so it stretched its neck and leaned forward, swallowing the mutton soup and chewing on the mutton.

Borg stretched out his big fan-like hand again, stroking the crow's long hair like a lamb.

The crow ate the soup suddenly, but he knew that if he tried to hide again this time, Borg would definitely kill him.So he focused on the delicious mutton soup, savoring the deliciousness of the soup and the tenderness of the mutton carefully. He felt his physical strength recovering little by little.

Borg laughed and muttered in his mouth. Seeing that Brother Crow was getting better, he stood up and walked slowly behind him.

……

Mountain tribe, this is the general term for all tribes living in the foothills.

When the weather is warm, they graze their flocks on the grassland. When the grassland is covered with heavy snow, the mountain tribes will gather in the hinterland of the valley to spend the winter together.Inter-tribal mating is also done during this period.

At this time, people dragged old sheep and useless rams out of the sheep pen, cut a small opening in the chest of the sheep with a knife, put their hands inside, and pinched the coronary artery near the heart.

The sheep closed its eyes peacefully.

This is the least painful way to kill a sheep, and it can preserve the blood of the sheep to the greatest extent.

One by one the sheep were sent away by skilled hunters, then skinned, dismembered, and hung over a fire to smoke.

Before the winter, they will slaughter all the extra sheep to avoid wasting fodder.

A busy scene in the tribe.

Suddenly……

"Ow!"

A scream resounded throughout the camp.

"That madman! Don't kill people!"

"Hey, I think it's likely that he won't survive. It's not like you don't know how crazy Borg is in heat!"

While the men were slaughtering sheep and reindeer, they gloated and chatted. Judging by their attitudes, they obviously didn't take Borg's weird behavior seriously.

A few young people who had never heard of Borg's heroic deeds came up one after another and asked about the antecedents with curiosity.

"Borg killed several women before, causing the women not to mate with him. Later, he went to harm the sheep, and even the sheep couldn't stand it... You'd better stay away from him when it's cold."

The young boy subconsciously clamped his legs, took two steps away from the Borg camp, and nodded his head.

"Bab, what if he kills people? Didn't you say that you want to exchange them with the people on the mountain?"

The scarred man, that is, Babu shrugged, and wrote lightly: "He said, he will pay for the dead and disabled, at the price of the tribe on the mountain. During this period, he provided the food for the three savages, and gave them A mammoth leather jacket for us is not a loss no matter what."

"That's true... Tell me, could these three savages have escaped from the mountain? They were all wearing mammoth fur jackets, and they carried such a large piece of mammoth fur. Could it be that they stole it before they escaped?"

Babu was noncommittal. Although the mammoths only lived in the mountains, the three savages couldn't understand their language, so they probably didn't live in this area.

He thought for a while and said, "Go up the mountain in a few days, and inquire first. If he really escaped, we can exchange for a higher price."

(End of this chapter)