Free Wilderness 07
This cry woke the Guhuo bird up from its sleep.
She didn't know that her cub could already see, nor did she know why he was crying. After all, the cub was usually well fed, well slept, well clothed, and rarely got angry or had a tantrum, so he was easy to take care of.
She made herself look only slightly bigger than the cub, and folded her wings to her cub, "Don't cry, did you fall?" Ye Lu was annoyed. She slept so soundly and there was no way to change it. The slightest noise could not wake her up. If she had known, she should have put a bell on the cub so that she would know when he moved.
Among the bird species, the Guhuo bird is one of the best in terms of the gorgeousness of its feathers and its appearance after transformation. It becomes even more exquisite and beautiful after becoming smaller.
Now the contrast is even more obvious.
He was held in his mother's arms, like a rainbow holding mud.
He is the ugly mud QAQ
Ning Ren really didn't want to believe that this ugly little bird was himself. He struggled out of the arms of the Guhuo Bird and took off his gray clothes.
It must be because of this ugly dress!
However, after taking it off, he saw the bald spot on his back where the hair had not yet grown.
Young bird: “…”
The trembling little wings touched the back.
A few seconds later, under the guilty gaze of the Guhuo bird, the young bird crawled back into the gray and peculiarly styled clothes, put them on to cover the bald spot, moved heavily to the corner and squatted, buried its head in its clothes, and all the hair on its body drooped.
The Guhuo bird seemed to see a small dark cloud covering the cub's head and it was raining.
Night Heron: “…”
Ning Ren felt uncomfortable and said, "Tong, ugly."
His past memories were vague, like returning to a blank sheet of paper. Under the influence of the environment, his pronunciation had deviated towards ancient times.
The system consoled him: "You're not ugly. You won't be ugly when you grow up." With the Guhuo Bird in this state, how could Ah Zai be ugly after his transformation? "Besides, at this time of year, everyone is lucky to have enough to eat. Ah Zai, you have clothes to wear, which is better than most people!"
"Compared to others, this dress is really, really good! Don't compare it to the past."
It coaxed the cub for a long time, but it was still autistic.
The Guhuo bird didn't know that her cub could see. She just felt that the cub's mood changed very quickly and its behavior was strange so early in the morning.
She picked up the autistic cub and flew to the stone house below, where Xiaohong began to prepare breakfast.
Ye Lu greeted, "Prepare more food for your uncle, he is in a bad mood."
Xiaohong: "Oh, okay."
Hongyang came over and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
Ye Lu held up his chin and shook his head: "Maybe he's unhappy because he's hungry."
In the simple and naive concept of raising cubs that she formed in just half a month, the cub was in a bad mood simply because he was hungry, sleepy, greedy, or unhappy. No one had offended him so early in the morning, and he was not sleepy, so he could only be hungry.
She placed Ning Ren in front of the fragrant bowl, resting her head on her arms and looking at him.
The autistic cub moved closer to the bowl, then moved again, and its beak touched the breakfast in the bowl. Its movements changed from being slow and sad at the beginning to pecking quickly.
No matter how sad you are, you still have to eat.
Only after eating can I have the energy to be sad.
Guhuo Bird said, "See, I told you so. However, keeping him locked up at home all the time isn't a good idea. Hey, Xiaohong, when does the big hunt before the rainy season start? I'll take your uncle to experience it."
After Ning Ren took a medicinal bath for half a month, his body became much more stable and he never got sick.
Hong Yang's spirits perked up when he heard the words "big hunt." He said excitedly, "Tomorrow afternoon! My mother said the river has been rising these past couple of days, and there are a lot more fish. The prey hiding in the forest a hundred miles away on the other side of the river have also started to stock up on food. It's a perfect time for a serious hunt!"
The Great Hunt is an annual tribal event.
After a hundred days of polar night, all races that had not awakened their intelligence were driven to the deep forests and wilderness on the other side of the river. They have reproduced there until now, and from time to time they would hurt the intelligent races in the tribes along the river. Over time, the relationship between the two became one of hunting and being hunted.
The excess prey obtained from hunting will be distributed to each household in the tribe. This is the last chance to stock up on food before the rainy season arrives, and everyone is eagerly awaiting it.
The young generation who hunts the most will be awarded the title of tribal warrior, and will later become a popular candidate for marriage and the most dazzling presence in the tribe.
Hongyang lost to his peers in the last session. This year, his strength has improved and he is at the age to get married, so naturally he wants to compete for the first place and show off his power!
Guhuo Bird has not participated in it for many years, mainly because it is too lazy.
"Take me to a place with plenty of prey this time. I'll take your uncle out to spread some seeds and make sure you take first place."
Hong Yang was immediately delighted and agreed repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"
Night Heron picked up his cub and said with a smile.
"Good boy, be happy. Mommy will take you out for some fresh air tomorrow." Witness the scene of their tribe's grand hunting along the river.
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The second day.
Along the riverbanks, various tribes gathered here.
The war drums are beating.
The water rolling along the river was turbulent, carrying with it damp and cold air, and whistling towards the shore.
The surging river water hits the rocks on both sides of the river, instantly stirring up thousands of snowdrifts and making a deafening collision sound.
Hundreds and thousands of young men from tribes of all sizes, some of them transformed into beasts, while others remained in human form.
The humanoid men, shirtless and muscular, wore only tiger-skin skirts, quivers strapped to their backs, and longbows in their hands, eager to test their skills. The women, animal skins covering their chests and thighs, generously revealed their slender limbs. Their bronze skin exuded a sense of toned strength, and they held stone axes, looking extremely excited.
At this time, no one had figured out too many ways to use mental power, let alone formations. They all regarded mental power as a kind of blessing to strength and power, and their competition was still about boxing and kicking.
There are friends and family members cheering at the back, and there is also a special area.
Gathered here are the cubs from various tribes who were born on the day Purple Star was born. More than half a month has passed, and they have already developed a vague sense of self-awareness. In the arms of their mothers and fathers, they curiously watch the spectacular scene of the big hunt.
Standing on the towering war drums are the oldest and most experienced elders elected by all the tribes.
The elder held a bone staff in his hand, his voice hoarse as he spoke to the surroundings, accompanied by the sound of war drums: "Dear young people! Today is your feast!"
"With your longbows and feathered arrows, stone axes and double hammers, don't be stingy with your strength. Smash the heads of those savage beasts! Cut off pieces of their flesh and bones. The more you hunt, the more food you will have at home! The more comfortable you will be during this rainy season!"
The old voice was steady and very encouraging.
"Warriors! We will light a bonfire here, waiting for the food you hunted, and waiting to celebrate with you!!"
The young generation, ready to go, are full of passion, and when their friends, brothers and sisters look at each other, besides tender affection, all that remains is a burning desire to win.
This is a day of revelry for all the tribes along the river.
Everyone wants to be the most dazzling protagonist tonight!
"hunting!"
"hunting!!"
"hunting!!"
The elder heard these powerful roars and stroked his beard with a smile: "Countdown to the Great Hunt, three, two--"
Hongyang stood at the front of the team with a burning gaze. He looked back but found no trace of the Guhuo Bird. Could it be that his ancestor suddenly didn't want to come anymore?
The countdown is coming to an end. Hongyang's heart is pounding. He puts the Guhuo Bird behind his mind and devotes all his energy to the upcoming big hunt.
"The Great Hunt Begins!"
Boom boom boom!
“Moo!”
"roar--!!"
The large animal-like species on the ground rushed forward madly, and billowing smoke and dust filled the air. They jumped into the turbulent river fiercely, bit the several-meter-long big fish in one bite, and threw them to the shore with a turn.
The fangs were stained with blood and the eyes were red.
This scene did not make anyone uncomfortable, but instead there were waves of applause.
The atmosphere was instantly ignited by the smell of blood, becoming even more fanatical and exciting!
The primitive and wild lifestyle of ancient times unfolds slowly like a scroll.
Purple Star is born into a group of cubs.
New parents, grandparents holding their children pointed at the youngsters rushing ahead and explained to the ignorant youngsters:
"In the future, you will also participate in the big hunt."
"Study hard and learn your skills. Even if you are not a Purple Star, you must become a vassal star around Purple Star. The prosperity of the tribe and the right to speak in the river basin will be transferred to you in a few years..."
"Smell this exciting blood, my dear. Hunt big prey for Daddy someday!"
The cubs didn't know if they could understand, but their eyes gradually became filled with a different look, and they waved their fists at their brothers and sisters in the hunting ground.
The respected elder walked down from the war drum and went to the place where the leaders of various tribes gathered below the stage.
On the day of the big hunt, no matter how they usually argue, everyone is now in harmony.
The elder laughed and said, "The younger generations who participate in the Great Hunt are becoming increasingly powerful. I wonder what the next generation will be like..."
He looked with a smile at the group of cubs who were entrusted with high hopes.
I don’t know if it’s the blessing of the Purple Star, but the talents of this batch of cubs are generally much stronger than the previous generation.
"Hahahaha, this is what a scene of heroes competing for supremacy looks like."
The river roared, the cold wind blew, the sounds of fighting rose to the sky, and the smell of blood wafted from the hunting grounds of the big game.
They looked at the cub group and the younger ones in the big hunting ground with expectant eyes, and sighed in their hearts.
The Purple Star has descended, talented people have emerged, and the era of great contention has arrived.
“Come on!”
The clear and melodious sound of birdsong resounded throughout the heaven and earth!
A gorgeous purple-green bird flew over from a distance, its long feathers faintly emitting a golden halo, but upon closer inspection, it was recognized as the tiny flames of Nirvana Fire.
The large bird swooped down into the large hunting ground below, and its sharp claws tore into pieces a fleeing beast.
The burning blood instantly spilled onto the ground!
The arrival of the big bird suddenly pushed the atmosphere to another climax!
"Hahahaha, how bizarre! This ancestor is here too!"
"Here I am with my child, look!"
The eyes of the Guhuo bird were full of coldness and ferocity.
But on the big bird's neck was carefully hung a sturdy hanging bag made of animal skin, with an opening only as big as a thumb. At this moment, a furry little head emerged from the small opening of the hanging bag.
Ning Ren clung to the edge of the small bag and opened his eyes wide to watch the life-and-death struggle going on everywhere below, the hunter and the hunted, and in the blink of an eye, blood and lives were splattered.
There was a sense of ferocity in the wind.
The damp water vapor brought by the river hit his face, and the coolness stimulated the cub's nerves, making him excited instantly.
The fur on his body was blown into a mess by the wind, and the soles of his feet were stuck to the gum of the guhuo bird, so he couldn't jump. He felt very safe. His other wing was holding the feathers on his mother's neck. He was not afraid at all. He held his breath, and his little heart was pounding.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The war drums sound again!
The elder sighed again, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life: "A world of great contention..."
I don’t know where the Purple Star hidden among the tribes is, and I don’t know who is the Emperor Star who commands the heroes.
The clumsy baby bird in the small pocket on the neck of the Guhuo bird waved excitedly.
He stretched out his wings and caught the splashing water from the river.
"grumble--!"
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