Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming] - Chapter 102

Although it has been decided to go to the wasteland of God’s Punishment to find out, but now is the cold season, there is no need to set off so quickly.

This time, the danger of going to the wasteland of God’s Punishment is higher than any previous action, and they have to make corresponding preparations patiently.

What needs to be ensured in the God’s Punishment Wasteland is food, water, shelter, medicine, and mobility.

In terms of food, Lu Er took all the seeds so far with him. With the vitality of spiritual water and horns, he can cultivate edible plants at any time. It is more difficult to process rice and wheat, because there must be no convenient cooking utensils in the waste soil of God Punishment, so Lu Ling put the seeds of ready-to-eat plants on the outermost layer of his seed bag.

While on the edge of God’s Punishment Wasteland, Lu Lin looked at the sky over there. The sun can still be seen in the wasteland of God’s Punishment, and the ring of spiritual water can directly serve as their water resources.

In terms of living, although Jiao wanted to prepare a suitable small tent for Lu Er, they were going to save people this time, not to enjoy it. Too much luggage was a cumbersome to them, so they were voted by Lu Er. veto.

Long ago, when they were in the Redwood tribe, Lu Ling and Jiao went out to exchange salt together, and did not bring a tent. At that time, Lu Yan was sleeping under the furry belly of the big lion, very comfortable.

So it’s the same this time.

Medicines are the same as food. This year, the old sacrificial priest gave Lu Er a share of the knowledge of medicinal herbs, and the seeds of the medicinal herbs were also given to Lu Er. Like food, these herbs can also be cultivated with spiritual water.

Taking into account the possibility of encountering an enemy, after discussing with Jiao, Lu Er and Jiao decided not to bring any luggage, nor any vehicles, and all their actions depend on the full strength of the big lion.

The three cubs must not be brought into the wasteland of God’s punishment.

Fortunately, Zhan He Mang is now in the altar tribe, many times before let them help take care, this time it is also very convenient for them to help take care of.

Zhan and Mang lived together, so naturally they would not refuse this kind of thing.

Zhan hugged the little lion sadly: “Brother, I should try to be the leader while you are away. I shouldn’t help you watch the cubs!”

Kok patted Zhan’s shoulder hard, and slapped him staggeringly: “Look at others, they are all younger brothers, why are you doing so many things?”

Zhan looked at Mang and murmured, “Mang is more cute, different from me.”

“what?”

“Nothing.”

Mang’s eyes can basically see now, holding Lu Er’s hand, very reluctant: “Brother, you must be careful on the road.”

Lu Er smiled and touched his head: “Don’t worry, there are horns.”

Feeling the stubborn short hair, Lu Yan raised his head and said with emotion, “Now I have to pad my feet to touch your head.”

He still remembered the time when the immature and dull-eyed youth stood at the door of his tent, with soft hair and timidly shouting “Brother”.

In just a few short years, Mang’s height has increased by leaps and bounds, and he has reached 1.8 meters, and his hair has broken away from the softness of the boy, becoming hard and high; his once loose eyes have now become clear and clear.

Mang tilted his head, suddenly squatted down, looked up at Lu Er, and smiled slightly: “This will be the same as before… Brother must come back safely.”

He was about this height before.

Lu Yan looked at the same attachment on Mang’s face as before, and felt the heart of his innocence that has never changed. He smiled and touched Mang’s head again: “Well, I will definitely come back safely.”

…

Although he had promised to his relatives who cared about him, Lu Er and Jiao still found the leader and explained the funeral arrangements.

The leader listened to the various follow-up arrangements listed by Lu Er about “He and Horn died in the wasteland of God’s Punishment”, his brows frowned: “Green ears, Horn, tell me the truth, are you unsure?”

Lu Er moved for a while and shook his head: “Everything in the God’s Punishment Wasteland is unknown, and we can’t judge it. We need to analyze it according to the actual situation at that time. Now I will explain this to you just to plan for the worst– If we really encounter unexpected events, some of the following things will not be lost.”

These things can’t be explained to others-Zhan, Mang, and Changhe are not calm enough. Only the leader of the altar tribe is rational and stable, and can eliminate emotional interference.

The leader also knew what Lu Er meant, and showed a wry smile.

As the leader of the mainland’s first tribe, the burden on his shoulders is much heavier than that of ordinary orcs, and many things require him to think from an absolutely objective and rational perspective.

So he didn’t stop Lu Yan and Jiao from exploring such a dangerous wasteland of God’s Punishment.

After explaining everything, when Lu Er and Jiao were about to leave, the leader suddenly stopped them: “Lu Er, Jiao.”

“Ok?”

“Although I am the leader of God’s Punishment Tribe, I am also a father.” The leader’s golden eyes looked at them two seriously, revealing a trace of sadness and guilt, and then became extremely determined, “You must live. Come back, don’t forget that there are countless people here who care about you.”

Lu Er and Jiao looked at each other and laughed together: “Okay.”

…

Arrange big and small things, and winter is almost over.

Lu Er and Jiao are ready to set off.

They plan to set off from the altar tribe and enter the nearest wasteland of God’s Punishment. After entering the God’s Punishment, they will proceed in the direction of the noon sun.

With red eyes, Zitong prepared a linen dress for Lu Er, and the edges were carefully decorated with cotton cloth to prevent the rough edges of the cotton cloth from scratching the skin.

“Be sure to wear this suit at all times!” Zitong warned earnestly, afraid that Lu Wei was worried, so he held back all his emotions and didn’t cry. “Even if there is a magician sneak attack!”

Lu Ling took Mai and smiled slightly: “Thanks for your hard work, Zitong, wait for us to come back.”

“Yeah.” Like apologizing to Lu Er in the past, Zi Tong watched Lu Er blankly, and forcibly held back what he wanted to say. In the end, he couldn’t help but stepped forward and hugged Lu Er, his voice choked, “Lu Er, I’ll wait. you come back.”

If it wasn’t because he was just a beast, he would have to go with Lu Yan.

Rarely, Ao pulled Zitong away without being jealous, looked at them in silence, and pursed his lips: “I…”

“You can’t go.” Dian was very clear about the character of the young patriarch of the Zima tribe, and quickly interrupted him, “You can’t walk on the wasteland of God’s punishment.”

“How did the green ears walk on it?” Ao was a little unwilling, “I can also kill the foreign race!”

In order to prevent accidents, the secret of the horn’s body structure that allows the orcs to walk on the wasteland of God’s Punishment for a short time is controlled only by a few people, and is not known to ordinary people.

Zitong heard it, let go of Lu Er, turned around and said fiercely, “Just stay with me!”

Ao was weak, but still a little unconvinced: “I have exercised very well…”

When he first came to the altar tribe, he was not afraid of the sky, thinking that he had beaten the invincible hands of the orcs all over the world, and found out that his strength was completely a vegetable tiger; not long after the decline, he joined the training training of the altar tribe. After so long of training, he has kept up with the average level of the tribal warriors in the altar.

And because he was a member of the Zima tribe, he was a terrifying death machine in the face of alien races.

“That’s not OK!”

Ao dare not speak anymore.

Lu Er looked at the relationship between Zitong and Ao, smiled helplessly, and put Mai in his army bag.

This marching bag is made of wear-resistant animal skins with reference to the style of modern society. It has straps on the shoulders, waist, and chest. It has a large capacity and can store a lot of things.

Some necessary tools and objects are placed inside.

Everything is ready, they bid farewell to all their relatives and friends. The horns turned into a big white lion. Lu Yan rolled over and climbed onto the lion’s back, hugging the big lion’s neck tightly.

The long horns of the lion’s forehead gleamed with cold light in the morning sun. With a long roar, it alarmed a pool of wild birds.

Afterwards, the big lion accelerated slowly and set out to march towards the dead land.

…

The people of the altar tribe who watched them leave and bid farewell to them were full of worries.

This is the first step for the orcs to re-enter the stolen land, and no one can be sure of the result.

Zitong looked at the backs of the two of them going away, bit their lower lip, and suddenly said, “Green ears are going to the wasteland of God’s punishment, we can’t watch them here.”

The eyes of other people gathered.

Watched by so many people, including the leaders and priests of the altar tribe, Zitong felt a little flustered, but still tried to express her own thoughts: “Although we can’t enter the wasteland of God’s punishment, we can also give Green Ear They provide a little help.”

The leader looked at this Asian beast, also from the Redwood tribe, with a gentle look in his eyes: “What advice do you have?”

If they could help Lu Er, they would certainly not refuse.

“We’ve always re-wrapped the wasteland of God’s Punishment in a surrounding way, right?” With encouragement, Zitong became more courageous, somewhat more confident, “Are you surrounded now?”

“According to the report a while ago, most of the edges of the wasteland of God’s Punishment have been wrapped up, and a few loopholes are still being looked for.”

“Our previous plan was to turn the wasteland back into land that can be planted little by little, right? The word Lu Er said…nibble!” Zitong pointed at Lu Er’s back, “Since most of the encirclement has been completed. Now, can you rush in from one place first, like a **** embedded in the ground, and rush into a piece of land in the wasteland of God’s punishment? So if the green ears need to rest or escape from alien races, they can quickly dock with us.”

He squatted down, drew a simple circle on the ground, and then slid his finger slightly.

“Going deep into the wasteland of God’s Punishment, even if relying on assimilation, there may be a lot of danger.” The leader said such a sentence, and in Zitong’s anxious eyes smiled and added, “However, when are we orcs afraid of danger? What?”