Chapter 731 Koutul likes to smash demons into pieces! (First update)
The Big Bear Tribe under Orak’s command is ushering in a period of development.
Although it is equally difficult, such a life is better than constant migration.
The Big Bear tribe got a very precious time to grow their tribe little by little.
It’s just that this time is not long after all, it is only ten years!
The reason for all this happening is just the appearance of a legendary demon.
No one knows where the big rat named Hamelin appeared from, nor why it stares at the barbarians of the Big Bear tribe.
After the time when Hamelin was raging, the mages from Xiansai Academy studied this.
The guess approved by most mages is very cruel.
They believed that this big rat, which had lost its mind after being eaten by the shadow rats on its body, discovered by chance that the flesh and blood of the Nephalem could make the shadow rats behind it quieter.
Perhaps this would ease Hamelin's pain a little, so he began to forage.
In that era, it was not uncommon for people with pure bloodline 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 barbarians and druids have retained the way of gathering like tribes, they have become the best hunting targets!
Among those who have relatively maintained the purity of their bloodline, the Nephalem's bloodline is more obvious.
So a helpless and even tragic past happened.
......
"Orak! We don't have enough food!
We don't have time to catch prey on the way to escape!
There is snow all the way, and there are no plants!
Not to mention plants that can be used as food, there are not even a few trees! "
At that time, Cassius, who had become an excellent warrior, stood beside Orac with bloodstains all over his body and roared.
You can already see the white bones on his fists!
But with the powerful physique of the angry barbarian, the wounds are healing, but the scars cannot disappear
Those demons are not easy to deal with at all.
"Cassius, your talent in weapons is obviously more powerful.
Why don't you use molten slag?"
Orak's response to Cassius's belt There was no reply to the bad news. Instead, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Cassius's fighting style.
Cassius has an unknown legendary battle ax in his hand, but he doesn't use it much.
Yes, the molten slag is a hand axe, but it looks more like a hammer...
You are obviously very proficient in using one-handed weapons in combat!
Even in the use of one-handed weapons, Cassius's skills are not much inferior to Orac's.
But he only used the molten slag as training equipment.
At most, it is used to strike iron ingots when serving as a blacksmith.
"I have said since I was a child that I will become a legend with my two fists!
As for the molten slag! Besides his name, who else knows about the legend that this looks like a hammer but is actually an axe?< br>
What is the use of this thing besides reducing the process of making fire when hunting? ”
Cassius is not polite at all.
Respect among barbarians only needs to be kept in the heart, no one cares whether the language is too rough.
As for the legendary Molten Slag, it can release a fireball when attacking.
It can make the prey become mature directly after death, and even become a little burnt...
“It allows you to fight without worrying about whether your hand will be broken!
And it will allow you to maintain a stronger combat effectiveness during the battle! ”
Orak looked very dissatisfied.
If you ignore the various injuries on his body, Orak is still very handsome.
"Cassius, Orak!
I just smashed an elite Earthbreaker! Do you think this thing is useful?"
Kultur is a little bit He walked over naively. At this time, he was already stronger than Orak's body.
It’s just that he always behaves not very smart.
"What are you doing holding the leg of the Earth-beater?
Is this thing used to set up a tent?"
Cassius unceremoniously took away the Iron-beater's sturdy hand from Kotur legs!
Then he stood up and struck hard with his knee!
With the sound of kabar, Cassius threw the intact long leg of the earth-beating demon towards Orak with a strange look on his face.
Then this strong leg was shattered by Orak's knife!
"Cassius, you are injured! Your knee should be cracked!"
As we all know, Kotur is a real person and speaks the truth.
"Shut up Kotur! I know!
This small injury does not affect my fight!"
Cassius' injured leg was shaking, and the flesh on his face was also shaking!
This trembling can be seen from the trembling braided beard on his chin.
The tail end of the beard can also create a playful arc along with this trembling...
"I'm going to cut off the queen! You two seize the time to find some prey!
< br>At this time, we must at least ensure the physical strength of the soldiers!”
Orak made a relatively cruel decision.
On the way to migration, food must be ensured for the soldiers.
As for the old, weak, sick and disabled...if there is some food left, they can also take a bite.
"Also! Kotur, there is no need to leave food for me!
But you'd better not give your own food to your mother anymore!"
Orak said this before turning and leaving.
"Cassius, how did Orak know?"
Ktur asked with his eyes widened as he looked at Cassius who was still shaking in place.
"You idiot! You can even eat demons during a fight! Only a fool can't see it!"
Cassius rolled his eyes and limped. He walked toward the front of the team.
"Also, really don't give Auntie any more food!
You are not helping her!"
Cassius's words were a little cold, and seemed to be a little unbearable.
Koutur stood there and clenched his fists!
He knew that it would be somewhat irresponsible for the tribe to leave his food to his mother at this time.
Kotur is one of the top three combatants in the tribe, and his condition will largely affect the safety of this migration.
“But, that’s my mother!”
Kutul muttered softly.
Then laughed.
His somewhat slow head suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he discovered Orac's care. Although this care was a bit stiff, Kotur would remember this kindness.
...
The hunting process is not difficult, but time is a bit tight.
Kotur and Cassius successfully brought back the prey, although it was still a drop in the bucket for the people of the Big Bear Tribe.
Kultur tightened his coat and used his body temperature to preserve the heat between two pieces of meat that were no bigger than his fist.
The stitching of the coat on his body is very rough, and it looks like the fabric of a tent.
But this coat is warm enough.
“Mom, I brought food back!
Look, it’s two pieces of meat!”
Kultur squeezed through the crowd, although he didn’t do this intentionally Do.
But after his huge body walked into the crowd, those people would naturally be squeezed and staggered.
Among the migrating team, he was the only one who was moving backwards. The old, weak, sick and disabled in the team needed to huddle together to keep warm.
Kultur spoke in the smallest voice, for fear of being heard by other tribesmen.
He did this not because he was worried that the tribe would steal food from his mother, but he just didn’t want his mother to be noticed by others.
But any sound is obvious among the silent team. Along the way, apart from the squelching of feet on the snow, there was only the constant sound of wind.
Among the crowd, Kotur could see his mother at a glance.
It's not because of how conspicuous his mother is, but because of the blood connection between a son and his mother.
"Mom, it's meat..."
Kutul's voice was very small.
He saw his mother walking with the help of others.
Or rather dragging...
Her mother was not attacked by anyone and was helped by her tribe.
But now she can no longer walk on her own.
“Koutul.”
This is the voice of Koutul’s mother’s neighbor, the old woman who is carrying Koutul’s mother on her back!
Even though she was an old woman, she was also a savage.
Just walking with a thin body on his back is barely possible.
"Is mother dead?"
Kutul's voice was very weak.
It was like all the power had been taken away.
It was then that he realized that he had not eaten any food for almost a week.
Kultur's father only gave back a pair of very ordinary wrist guards after the hunt when he was a child.
His mother is 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 arms.
Her approach is almost the same as that of Kotur.
They are all using their own body temperature to warm the food.
"No! Every time I watch my mother swallow the food!"
Koutur seemed a little dazed, he realized that his mother was dead.
But he was questioning it as if he couldn't accept the result at all!
“She ate it, but as soon as you left, she would use only half of her fingers to squeeze her throat hard.
She didn’t even chew those pieces of meat, she just used her teeth Cut it into the largest size she can swallow.
Then, the food is here..."
The aunt threw the animal skin bag in her hand very weakly.
The bag dropped a step in front of Kotur.
The mouth of the bag fell apart, and inside were the pieces of meat that were almost swallowed whole.
Only a little trace of digestion can be seen on the edge of the meat, but there are no stains!
After each time of forced vomiting, Kotur's mother would use her body temperature to melt the snow on the ground and 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 mysophobia.
Kotur thought of Cassius's words.
Cassius asked him not to give his mother food anymore, just for this!
The energy consumed by vomiting is very huge for an old woman who has long been disabled.
Kultur's mother was once a warrior, and her physical strength could have supported her to go further.
But in order that my son would not be disappointed, and also in order that my son could actually eat some food.
She did so without hesitation!
Kotur first picked up his mother from behind the aunt, and then picked up the animal skin bag on the ground.
I don’t know how many barbarians passed by here along the way, but no one even glanced at the food in the open pocket.
"Mom..."
Ktur muttered blankly, and then grabbed a lot of food that was in his mother's belly in the animal skin bag.
Then he stuffed it into his mouth fiercely!
Kultur swallowed the piece of meat without chewing it.
Big mouthful!
He hugged his mother and turned around, preparing 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.
Then it's time to tell Orak that it's time to leave the fight.
Kultur touched the two newly allocated pieces of meat in his arms and walked a little faster.
My mother is dead, so I can’t accept Orak’s kindness!
This extra piece of food should be returned to Orak!
As for the mother...
It is difficult to carry a corpse on the way, and Koutul has to fight from time to time, so he cannot take his mother with him.
And he couldn't give his mother's body to the previous aunt.
Suddenly Koutur turned around as if he remembered something.
Then he held out his hand holding the food that had been heated by his body temperature, and then spread it out!
You can still faintly see some heat on the meat.
“Auntie, this is my food.
You took my mother so far, I must compensate you.
Please accept it! ”
Ktur subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn’t do it now.
"Kotur, go and fight.
Let your mother stay here!
This is the Arreat Mountains, and Bulkatho will protect her soul."< br>
The aunt pushed away the big hand in front of her, and also pushed away the precious food.
Barbarians may live as lowly as an insect in times of crisis, but they will never let their spirit become despicable!
Even though this might be a chance to survive!
"Bulcaisel? I have never met him.
But I think he is a great guy."
Kultur said slowly He squatted down, stuffed the food into his arms again, and then inserted his hands hard into the ground!
The ground is shaking!
As Kotur's muscles suddenly expanded, his huge brute force created a deep crater on the ground!
Then he kissed his mother on the forehead for the last time...
“Goodbye mother, if Bulcasso really exists.
I will see him. "
Koutul 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 dig up the ground and gnaw at his mother's body.
Then Kotur strode towards the front of the team!
He is going hunting!
Orak is the God of War!
No one can take away Orac's life when Orac is unwilling to die!
While Orac is stopping the demon, he will bring enough prey for every tribesman to take a bite!
Then solemnly hand over the portion of food that belongs to Orak!
Kultur did not shed tears, because he is Kultur!
He will not cry under the gaze of his mother, nor will he shed tears under the gaze of his tribe!
Only when he smashed those demons to pieces on the ground and the plasma splashed on his face, he could shed a few tears because of the discomfort in the corners of his eyes!
Kotur likes the feeling of smashing the devil into pieces and leaving the residue in his eyes!
That’s right!
He just likes this feeling, not just looking for a chance to cry!
Devil! All must die! It's better to die without a complete body!
Well, "today" only has enough time to finish writing the story of Kotur.
There is also the part about Cassius that I haven’t finished yet.
But I plan to wait for a while and try to write the Cassius part in one go.
Even after today, I still haven’t finished it in one big chapter.
But it’s not too late after all...
(End of this chapter)