Dark Savages Come To the United States

The Great Bear Tribe where Orac sits is ushering in a time of development.

Although equally difficult, such a life is better than constant migration.

The Big Bear Tribe got a very precious time to let their group grow up little by little.

It's just that this kind of time is not long after all, but only ten years!

The reason why all of this happened was the appearance of a legendary demon.

No one knows where the big rat named Hamelin came from, or why it is so determined to keep an eye on the savages of the Great Bear tribe.

The mages from the Academy of Xiansai studied it after the ravages of Hamelin.

The guess that has been approved by the most mages is very cruel.

They thought that the big mouse, which had lost its mind and was devoured by the shadow rats on its body, discovered by chance that the flesh and blood of the nephalem could calm the shadow rats behind it a little.

Perhaps doing so would ease Hamelin's suffering a little, so he started foraging.

In that era, it was not uncommon for pure bloodlines to be called nephalem, but they were definitely not many.

Although most professionals have gathered together, they are different from the barbarians.

To be precise, it is different from barbarians and druids!

Because only the barbarians and druids retained the tribe's way of gathering, they became the best hunting targets!

Among those who relatively maintained the purity of their bloodlines, the Nephalem's bloodlines were more obvious.

So a forced helpless and even tragic past happened like this.

...

"Aurak! We have run out of food!

On the way to escape we have no time to catch prey!

This road is full of snow, and there are no plants!

Not to mention plants that can be used as food, there are not even a few trees! "

Cassius, who had become an excellent fighter at that time, stood beside Aurak and roared, covered in blood.

He could already see dense white bones on his fist!

But with the powerful physique of the angry savage, the wound is healing, but the scar cannot disappear.

Those demons are not easy to deal with.

"Cassius, your talent in weapons is obviously stronger.

Why not use Molten Slag? "

Orac didn't give any reply to the bad news brought by Cassius, but was somewhat dissatisfied with Cassius' fighting style.

Cassius has an unnamed legendary battle ax in his hand, but he doesn't use it very much.

Yes, Molten Slag is a handaxe, but it looks more like a hammer...

Obviously, the combat technique of using one-handed weapons is already very proficient!

Even in the use of one-handed weapons, Cassius' skills will not lose much to Orac.

But he just used the molten slag as training equipment.

At most, at most, it is used to strike iron ingots when working as a blacksmith.

"I said it when I was a kid, I'm going to be a legend with two fists!

As for the molten slag! Besides his name, who knows the legend that it looks like a hammer but is an axe?

What is the use of this thing other than reducing the process of making a fire when hunting? "

Cassius was not at all polite.

Respect among barbarians only needs to be kept in the heart, no one cares if the language is too rough.

As for the legendary Molten Slag, it can release a fireball when attacking.

It can make the prey mature directly after death, even a little burnt...

"He can let you fight without worrying about whether your hands will be broken!

And it can keep you stronger in combat! "

Oracle looked very dissatisfied.

If you ignore the large and small injuries on his body, Olak is still very handsome.

"Cassius, Orac!

I just smashed an elite Golemthumper! Do you see how useful this thing is? "

Kotuel walked over in a somewhat naive manner, and at this time he was already stronger than Aurak's size.

It's just that he always acts not very smart.

"What are you doing with Earththumper's leg?

Is this thing for a tent? "

Cassius unceremoniously took Earththumper's sturdy legs from Kurtur!

Then he stood up and slammed his knees!

With the sound of the card bar, Cassius threw the intact long leg of the Thumper at Aurak with a strange expression.

Then this sturdy leg was shattered by Aurak!

"Cassius, you're hurt! Your knee must have been cracked!"

As we all know, Kurtur is a real person, and what he says is the truth.

"Shut up Kurtur! I know!

This little injury doesn't affect my fight! "

Cassius' injured leg was trembling, and so was the flesh on his face!

The trembling could be seen in the trembling of the braided beard on his chin.

Following this trembling, the end of the beard can also throw a playful arc...

"I'm going to break the queen! You two hurry up and find some prey!

At this time, at least the physical strength of the soldiers must be guaranteed! "

Olak made a relatively cruel decision.

The food of the soldiers on the way of migration must be guaranteed.

As for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled... if there is any food left, they can also have a bite.

"Also! Kurtur, don't leave me food!

But you'd better stop giving your own food to your mother! "

Orac said so before turning to leave.

"Cassius, how did Orac know?"

Kotur stared at Cassius who was still trembling with his eyes wide open and asked.

"You idiot! You can gnaw on a demon while fighting! Idiots can't see it!"

Cassius rolled his big eyes, then limped towards the front of the team.

"Also, really don't give Auntie any more food!

You are not helping her! "

Cassius' words were a little cold, as if he could not bear it.

Kurtur, who was standing still, clenched his fists!

He knew that it would be irresponsible for the tribe to leave his own food to his mother at this time.

As one of the top three fighters in the tribe, Kurtur's state will largely affect the safety of this migration.

"But, that's my mother!"

Kurtur murmured softly.

Then laughed.

There was a flash of inspiration in his somewhat dull head, and he discovered Aurak's care. Although this kind of care was a little stiff, Kurtur would remember this kindness.

...

The hunting process is not difficult, but the time is a little tight.

Kotull and Cassius successfully brought back the prey, although it was still a drop in the bucket for the tribe of the Great Bear Tribe.

Kotuel tightened the coat on his body, and used his body temperature to preserve the heat of the two pieces of meat that were not as big as his fist.

The stitches of the coat on his body were so rough that it looked like tent fabric.

But this coat is warm enough.

"Mom, I'm back with food!

Look, it's two pieces of meat! "

Coutur pushed his way through the crowd, though he didn't do it on purpose.

But after his huge body walked into the crowd, it would naturally cause those people to be squeezed to this side.

Among the migrating team, only he is going retrograde, and the old, weak, sick and disabled in the team need to huddle together to keep warm.

Kurtur spoke with his smallest voice, afraid of being heard by other clansmen.

He didn't do this because he was worried that the tribe would take away food from his mother, but he just didn't want his mother to be noticed by others.

But any sound is obvious in this silently rushing team.

Apart from the rustling of feet stepping on the snow, there was only the constant sound of wind along the way.

Among the crowd, Kurtur could see his mother at a glance.

Not because of how conspicuous his mother is, but because of the blood connection between a son and his mother.

"Mom, it's meat..."

Kurtur's voice was small.

He saw his mother walking with the help of others.

Or drag...

Her mother was not attacked by anyone and was helped by her clan.

It's just that she can't walk on her own now.

"Courtour."

It was the voice of Kurt's mother's neighbor, and the old woman who was carrying Kurt's mother!

Though an old woman, she was also a savage.

Just walking with a thin corpse on his back, he could barely do it.

"Is mother dead?"

Kurtur's voice was very weak.

It was as if all the power had been taken away.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't eaten any food for almost a week.

Only a very ordinary pair of bracers had been sent back by Kurtur's father after the hunt he had taken as a boy.

His mother is already his last relative.

"Your mother couldn't chew any food yesterday.

These are what she left for you. "

The aunt took out a small animal skin bag from her bosom.

Her approach is almost the same as that of Kotull.

They are all warming the food with their own body temperature.

"No! Every time I watch my mother swallow the food!"

Kurtur looked a little dazed, he realized his mother's death.

But he was questioning as if he couldn't accept the result at all!

"She ate it, but as soon as you left, she would use half of her fingers to squeeze her throat hard.

She didn't even chew the pieces of meat, she just cut them into as big a size as she could swallow with her teeth.

Then, the food is here..."

The old lady threw the animal skin bag in her hand very weakly.

The bag fell one step in front of Kurtur.

The mouth of the bag fell open, and inside were chunks of meat that had only been swallowed almost whole.

Only a little trace of digestion can be seen on the edge of the meat, but there is no stain!

After each forced vomiting, Coutur's mother would use her body temperature to melt the snow on the ground to wash away the stomach acid on the meat.

This is a mother's love for her child... although it seems to be a bit of a clean freak.

Kotull thought of Cassius' words.

Cassius told him not to give his mother any more food, that's why!

The physical energy consumed by vomiting is enormous for an old woman who has long been disabled.

Coutur's mother had been a warrior, and her physical strength could have supported her to go farther.

But for the sake of his son not to be disappointed, and for his son to be able to really eat some food.

She did it without hesitation!

Kutur first hugged his mother from behind the aunt, and then picked up the animal skin bag on the ground.

I don't know how many savages passed here along the way, but none of them took a look at the food in the open pocket.

"Mother……"

Kotur muttered in a daze, and then grabbed the food in the animal skin bag that was once in his mother's belly.

Then he stuffed it into his mouth fiercely!

Kotur swallowed the piece of meat without any chewing.

gulp!

He hugged his mother and turned around, ready to rush towards the front of the team.

Over there is Cassius distributing food to the soldiers.

He and Cassius were back, and the warriors had something to eat.

Now it's time to tell Orac that it's time to leave the fight.

Kurtur touched the two newly allocated pieces of meat in his arms, and walked a little faster.

If my mother is dead, then I can't accept Orac's kindness!

This extra piece of food should be returned to Orac!

As for mother...

It was difficult to carry a corpse on the way of migration, and Kurtur had to fight from time to time, and he couldn't bring his mother with him.

And he couldn't hand over his mother's body to the previous aunt.

Suddenly, Kurtur turned around as if remembering something.

Then he stretched out his hand holding the food that he had preserved the heat with his body temperature, and spread it out!

There is still a little heat on the meat.

"Auntie, this is my food.

You took my mother this far, and I have to make it up to you.

Please accept it! "

Kurtur wanted to scratch his head subconsciously, but he couldn't do it now.

"Kutur, go to fight.

Your mother let her stay here!

This is the Arreat Mountains, and Bul-Katho will protect her soul. "

The aunt pushed away the big hand in front of her, and also pushed away the precious food.

A barbarian may be as humble as a bug in life in danger, but he will never let his spirit become despicable!

Even if it might be a chance to live!

"Bulkelso? I've never seen him.

But I think he should be a great guy. "

Kutur squatted down slowly, stuffed the food into his bosom again, and then thrust his hand into the ground forcefully!

The ground is shaking!

As Kurtur's muscles swelled suddenly, his huge brute force created a deep hole on the ground!

Then, he kissed his mother's forehead one last time...

"Goodbye Mama, if Bull Kesso existed.

I will see him. "

Kotur finished his farewell, supported the huge ground with one hand, then put down his mother, and then gently filled the ground.

He had to do this so the demons wouldn't plow the ground and devour his mother's body.

Immediately afterwards, Kutur strode towards the front of the team!

He's off to hunt!

Orac is the god of war!

No one can take Aurak's life when Aurak does not want to die!

While Orac is blocking the demon, he will bring enough prey for every clansman to share a bite of!

Then solemnly hand over the food that belongs to Orac!

Kurtur did not shed tears, because he was Kurtur!

He will not cry under the gaze of his mother, nor will he cry under the eyes of his clansmen!

Only when he smashed those demons to pieces on the ground, and when the plasma splashed on his face, could he shed a few tears because of the discomfort in the corner of his eyes!

Kotur liked the feeling of the residue hitting his eyes after smashing the demon completely!

That's right!

He just likes this feeling, he doesn't want to find a chance to cry!

demon! All must die! It's better to die without a whole body!

Well, "today" only had time to finish Cotul's story.

There is also the part of Cassius that has not been finished in time.

However, I plan to endure a little bit, and strive to write the part of Cassius in one go.

Although today has passed, it has not been completed within a large chapter.

But it's never too late...