Chapter 214 Hunting Purple Electric

The food source here is mainly divided into three parts. Women and children work in the fields and grow edible plants. Ordinary men fish by the river and dig for shellfish and screws. The strongest man formed a hunting team and went deep into the forest to hunt beasts.

When the night came to the square, he found that a large number of strong men with long sticks had gathered here, and one of the leaders was Buji.

"Brother Buji," the night waved his hand and walked towards him. "Can I join your hunting team?"

Buji is obviously in a good mood. I don't know whether it is the joy of getting a piece of gold or the pride brought by leading a group of people. He said a few words to those people, and then greeted the night: "Brother night, you just came. My hunting team is short of manpower."

There are a total of 15 people in his hunting team, all of whom are muscular, and their eyes are tough. Seeing the night coming, those people were very enthusiastic and came up to see him.

Things are grouped together, and people are divided into groups.

From this point of view, the night can judge that Buji's team should be warm-hearted. In contrast, several other hunting teams in the square looked here with more or less unfriendly expressions. Some people are indifferent, some people disdain, others are jealous, and even see a few hateful eyes.

It seems that this tribe is really not peaceful.

After everyone gathered, they waited for the patriarch to give orders. The night roughly estimated that there were seven hunting teams like Buji. One of them is a leader, dressed in a completely different dress from others. Not only are they well-dressed and wear feathered crowns on their heads, but also the men under them are particularly tough.

"Brother Buji, who is that person?" The night came to Buji and asked in a low voice.

"He is Baden, the youngest son of the patriarch." An enthusiastic young man grabbed the stubble and answered on behalf of Buji, "You have to be careful not to provoke him easily."

The night did not answer and made a puzzled expression.

"Hay, keep your voice quiet and don't talk nonsense." Buji stretched out his hand to push the man away and warned, "Have you forgotten the rules of the clan and don't talk about it?"

The night smelled something, and there was more or less a trace of unwillingness in these words.

The enthusiastic young man named Hay was obviously not particularly afraid of Buji. As he retreated to the crowd, he muttered, "If the patriarch hadn't favored him, could he become the hunting leader?" He has the most powerful manpower, but every time he hunts, he has the least prey, and he knows how to use his strength on women.

"Hay," Buji raised his voice with a little anger.

Hai seemed to be unhappy to see Buji, so he quickly closed his mouth and shrank behind the crowd.

While talking, the patriarch Balulu has arrived. He still held the scepter made of the animal's skull, followed by a group of men dressed different from others.

The hunting information is released by the patriarch. The task obtained by Buji is to explore the wasteland north of the cliff. The hunting target is ten fat rats. In contrast, Baden's task was to go to the east of the tribe and hunt a wild boar.

Wild boar has a large target and is easy to master, which is relatively simple. But the big rat is not so easy. As soon as the wind blows the grass, these fat little things immediately shrink into the underground cave, which is difficult to catch. Even if it is dug, the underground caves are in all directions, in vain.

After Buji received the task, he seemed to be in a bad mood. The talkative Hay couldn't help muttering: "That wild boar was obviously found by us, but it's too much for us to kill."

The night listened to the words in his ears and glanced sideways at the Baden. He found that Baden was looking at Buji, with a little gloating in his eyes. Buji lowered his head and did not respond. The night noticed that his right hand was tightly pinched, as if he was controlling his emotions.

After assigning the task, they dispersed separately. The night followed Buji and climbed up the cliff to explore the wilderness in the north. Several other men in the team, including Hay, seemed to have a dissatisfied look.

I had nothing to say all the way to the wilderness.

Buji walked at the front of the team and walked about seventeen or eight miles north before he gradually slowed down. The scene along the way is a little similar. Unlike the bare surface of the Great River, some sparse shrubs and weeds can be seen on the ground from time to time.

"Stop," Buji raised the stick of his left hand to prevent everyone from moving forward. He then ordered a few men and surrounded them from surrounded by a thin bush.

The night is real. The ground near this bush is a little soft, and there are several obvious caves. The cave has a thick head, and the soil at the mouth of the cave looks very fresh.

Several men who surrounded him carefully hid. They put down the long stick in their hands, pulled out a pure wooden javelin from their back, and grabbed it in their hands.

"Hay, go and put the bait." Buji ordered.

Hai got the order to remove a linen bag from his back, open the package, and take out a piece of burnt meat. Strangely, this kind of pasty meat actually emits a seductive fragrance, which should be added with some spices. Hay quickly ran to the bush, tied the meat pieces with a rope, and tied the other end to the branches of the bush.

Several other men walked over, spread a fine linen mesh on the ground, and then crushed some soil to cover the net. Finally, the paste meat is put in the center of the hemp mesh.

After being ready, everyone found a place to hide and wait for the prey to come to the door. The net was connected to a rope, and the other end of the rope was in Boogie's hand.

After a long time, there was no movement at all.

Buji is on his way. With his many years of hunting experience, there must be animal activities in this cave. What he has to do now is not to change a pit, but to compete with the animals in the cave.

The night pinched the pulse and roughly estimated the time.

This is about two hours. Even if Buji is an experienced hunter, he is a little irritable. Although he did not make a sound, he frequently exchanged glances with his companions and made some gestures.

After a while, he gradually straightened his waist and was ready to lead everyone away. He couldn't spend all his time here. After all, the tasks assigned by the patriarch needed to be completed.

Suddenly, Buji, who had just pulled up half of his waist, fell to the ground again.

The night looked real, and a small head poked out of the hole. The prey was attracted by the bait, and it couldn't stand it anymore. But is this thing at the mouth of the cave a hamster?

The night looked away and found that Buji's face was excited.

This prey is unusual, and the night came to a conclusion in his heart.

It's a purple head, like a mouse, but paradoxical. Seeing the confused look of the night, Hay next to him poked him with his finger, and then whispered in his ear, "Little brother, we are lucky today. This is a purple electricity. Our tribe has never been captured.

Hearing this, the curiosity of the night was also hung up.

He stared at the purple little guy and tried to slow down his breathing without making any noise. The purple electric slowly poked out the hole and looked around warily before carefully approaching the burnt meat.

This purple electricity, from the appearance, should be a mink.

The ssorgh has a tail and is two feet long. Its movements are very light, and it should be an agile animal. This kind of prey is the most difficult to catch, except for traps and long-range attacks.

Buji's face became nervous, holding the hand of the hemp rope, and trembled slightly.

Zidian gently jumped out of the mouth of the cave and suddenly turned into a purple streamer, rushing straight to the burnt meat. The speed is so fast that it is almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Buji's expression changed, and the rope in his hand suddenly pulled, and the hemp net covered in the soil rose from the ground in an instant, wrapping the purple light in it.

Just when everyone thought that the dust had settled, the purple light suddenly came out of the hemp mesh.

The hemp thread is not strong enough!

"Quick!" Buji shouted.

Several men holding wooden javelers immediately throw out their weapons, like a flash of lightning, and went straight to the sable.

All the people ambushed on the periphery got up and closed to the center.

The night was real. He supported the ground with one hand, and the mana under his feet, like a compressed spring, instantly bounced up and rose into the air. But there was no movement in his hand.

According to his estimate, with Buji's group of people, if they want to catch such a fast purple electricity, it is undoubtedly idiots talking in their sleep. Not to mention whether Zidian is aggressive or not, the figure that has exceeded the speed of sound is not what they can catch.

Although the five or six wooden javelin were accurate, they hit a purple shadow.

After drilling out of the hemp wire mesh, the sede turned back and went away at a faster speed. It was really like a purple electricity.

In the blink of an eye, you have to go into the hole.

Suddenly, the sped turned sharply and rushed in the direction of Buji.

Buji, who was originally a little frustrated, was suddenly refreshed.

He clenched the wooden stick with both hands and threw out a beautiful arc.

"Bang!" In the middle of the sorgia. But the stinged did not stop. It broke the wooden stick and continued to rush forward.

Buji was in a hurry and reached out to stop him.

"Ah~" With a scream, Buji's body threw back and landed with Zidian. Everyone hurriedly followed. Regardless of his bloody right hand, Buji immediately turned over and stepped on Zidian with one foot.

The whole head of Zidian was stepped into the soil. It struggled a few times and straightened its legs.

"Buge is powerful!" More than a dozen men cheered in unison and closed towards the purple electricity.

The night gasped, and his body had just landed.

He hesitated for a moment, but still took action. Although there is not much space perception left, it is easy to call a trace and block the hole returned by the sable.

He did not kill the stingray directly for fear of being seen.