Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming] - Chapter 95

Ao was fainted by the series of questions.

“It’s not just Ao, you also try Zitong.” Lu Wei turned his head to look at Zitong and exhorted, “Since you are also a descendant of the Zima tribe, perhaps you have done a lot of harm to Nata.”

Zitong has always been extremely supportive of Lu Er’s arrangement and nodded earnestly: “I see.”

Ao originally didn’t want to refute, but he couldn’t see that Zitong was obedient to Lu Eryan, a little unconvinced: “Why should I listen to your arrangements?”

“It’s not an arrangement, it’s a suggestion.” Lu Yan put on a slight smile on his face, and said sincerely, “Those alien races have brought divine punishment, affecting the safety of the entire world. If the orcs of the Zima tribe can have extra damage to the alien races. Force, then we all hope you can help-of course, it’s by no means mandatory.”

If Lu Er really spoke up high, then Ao might have to talk back; but Lu Er asked so peacefully, Ao would be a little bit embarrassed.

As a member of the orcs, facing the divine punishment and the threats of foreign races, he certainly didn’t plan to stay out of the matter, but he was jealous of seeing Zi Tong and Lu Er so close.

The look in Zitong’s eyes was full of condemnation, so Ao had no choice but to honestly say: “I will experiment with Zitong.”

“I want to ask you for one more thing.” Lu Yan turned around and took out a bunch of cotton yarn and placed it in front of Ao with hope, “I heard that you are all good at weaving?”

…

Because it was an honest business to **** Nata to the altar tribe, Ao and Zitong didn’t sneak over again, and swaggered with a lot of people.

The falcon of the Redwood tribe is responsible for leading the way and the realm. The Zima tribe is not worried about the safety of Ao and Zitong, and has also sent two orcs to guard.

Almost all the orcs in the Zima tribe knew how to weave linen, so Ao asked them to teach Lu Er to weave, and he refused Lu Er’s reward.

“It’s just the craft of weaving.” Ao waved his hand generously, “Small.”

Lu Yan looked at this silly orc and sighed helplessly: “Cotton textiles may have a certain impact on the linen industry.”

“What… shock?” Ao was a little confused.

After Lu Wei briefly introduced the influence of cotton cloth circulation on linen, Ao realized it and didn’t care: “It’s okay, we haven’t traded linen cloth now.”

Zima is the pride of their tribe. It has always been in their tribe before, and no tribe is willing to trade. Therefore, the re-circulation of Lu Er’s cotton cloth will not have any effect on them.

They don’t rely on purple hemp for food, and they don’t need purple hemp just because they have other clothes.

Lu Er hadn’t considered this before, and was stunned before accepting Ao’s generous gift: “Thank you very much, then.”

——Wait later and then compensate the Zima tribe through other channels.

However, according to Lu Er’s estimation, if the orcs of the Zima and Zima tribes can really cause huge damage to the foreign race, then the Zima tribe will be hot at once, and the small competition between cotton and linen is really not too big for them. influences.

With the experience and guidance of the Zima tribe weaving linen, Lu Er and the other Asian beasts of the Shentan tribe finally succeeded in weaving the first piece of cotton.

The soft, breathable, and lightweight cotton cloth opened the eyes of the orcs.

People who saw the cotton trees planted by Lu Ling could not imagine how those messy cotton became such a square cotton cloth now.

With the first piece, there was the second piece. Lu Er quickly made enough cotton cloth to sew a whole suit.

These cotton cloths were not dyed, but after they were done, Lu Er used the natural fuel of the altar tribe to draw a cute lion head on the chest of the shirt.

“Did you draw a little wine again?” The corner looked very sad, and murmured jealously.

Lu Er smiled and glanced at him: “No, this time I painted you.”

The horn looked at the cute lion head, a little unconvinced: “How can I be so stupid.”

However, Lu Er drew him on his clothes, which made him very happy. He took a closer look and imagined that Lu Er was wearing him and walking outside. He did not hesitate to admire: “It’s so good-looking! You must wear it out. !”

“Really?”

“of course it’s true!”

Lu Ye nodded and said with a smile: “This dress is made for you.”

Jiao was stunned: “Give it to me?”

“Yeah.” Lu Wei picked up his shirt and shook it, and pressed it to the corner of his body, slightly embarrassed, “Your fur is used to boil water to make artificial fertilizer. I haven’t been able to add new clothes for you this year. Once I have cotton cloth, I will make one for you, and you can try the size.”

Although Lu Er is familiar with the dimensions of the whole body, but the first time he made cotton clothes, he was still a little worried that it would not be inappropriate.

The horn was stunned by happiness, dazedly put on the clothes for a try.

As soon as the clothes were on the upper body, the horns immediately felt different from any clothes I wore before.

Compared with clothes made of animal skins and animal hair, cotton cloth is softer, and it is very comfortable without the slippery feeling of animal skins or the thorny feeling of sweaters when attached to the body.

The key is that this kind of cotton clothes is very light, move the legs, ankles and wrists, and the movement is almost unaffected.

Looking at the color of surprise on Jiao’s face, Lu Yan already had counts in his heart. He smiled and patted Jiao’s waist: “How about it, right?”

He clicked on the cute big lion on his chest, and deliberately said, “You have to wear it out.”

Because Lu Er did not consider the color when cultivating cotton, the cotton cloth actually has a little light yellow, not pure white cotton; the beige underwear is painted with a lion head in simple strokes, which is incompatible with the horn’s own temperament. Somewhat funny.

Jiao looked down at the lion on his chest, raised his head slightly, “Of course I have to wear it out!”

This is his first cotton dress made by his Yamon himself! He can’t wait to go out and show off now!

Lu Yan suppressed a smile and told him to sit down: “Cotton can be used in a wide range of clothes, and clothes can be made in every season. In winter, cotton wool can be applied to the cotton interlayer, which is not inferior to animal skins.”

If it is said that the food agriculture cultivated by Lu Er has solved the “eating” problem of the orcs, then this time cotton cloth can basically solve the problem of the “wearing” of the orcs.

Jiao naturally did not doubt, stroking the soft sleeves, very surprised: “That’s too convenient.”

“I plan to let Hayabusa bring the cotton tree and the method of weaving cotton cloth back to the Redwood tribe.” Lu Lin asked, “What do you think?”

The altar tribe itself is very strong, self-sufficient in food, and other sources of income mainly rely on the assistance and protection of powerful orc warriors to other tribes; although the Redwood tribe has developed well, its foundation is still very weak.

Cotton planting and cotton weaving can provide them with a powerful boost.

But the cotton was found here in the altar tribe, and cotton weaving cannot do without the help of other Asian beasts in the altar tribe. Lu Wei was going to ask the angle of the opinion.

Jiao quickly understood. After pulling his cuffs for a moment, he replied: “Father shouldn’t care about this… Besides, didn’t you give him the pottery craftsmanship? Without you, cotton cloth can’t be done. come out.”

Lu Er smiled.

The weaving of linen cloth has appeared, there are cotton plants, and the appearance of cotton cloth is only a matter of time.

He just shortened the process.

Now that he had the guarantor, Lu Yan directly asked the leader of the altar tribe, and he got an accurate answer: “These are all new things you discovered. You can deal with it whatever you want-if you want to teach others We can also help promote the tribe.”

As the leader of the altar tribe, the leader keenly perceives from Lu Er’s position and attitude that Lu Er wants to extend food cultivation to all tribes and solve the problem of food and clothing for all tribes.

Despite this, the status of the altar tribe on the mainland may be weakened, but after discussing with the priests, they felt that since they are a tribe that worships the gods, the orcs blessed by the gods are their responsibility and can be reduced. The casualties of the orcs couldn’t be better.

Even standing on the same starting line, the altar tribe is confident that it will never be inferior to anyone.

…

On the other hand, according to Lu Er’s suggestion, Ao and Zitong conducted different experiments on Nata.

Considering the possible encounter on the battlefield in the future, Ao didn’t try to torture, but was very excited to confront Nata.

In order to stimulate Nata to fight him seriously, he also promised: “As long as you beat me, I will let you go!”

Nata was also very afraid that the orc in front of him could eliminate the erosion of his body. Instead of using that strange attack again, he turned into a leopard and adopted the original attack method of the orcs.

The tiger and the leopard entangled for a while, biting the leopard’s neck unhappily, and fell to the ground severely, and roared in place-too weak! This enemy is too weak!

Regardless of the opposite claws or teeth, they hardly caused him any harm. On the contrary, he attacked the leopard for a little bit, and the leopard’s body was bleeding, it was like the kind of tofu eaten in the redwood tribe!

In fact, Nata also has troubles.

When he attacked the silly tiger, he used all his strength. But obviously this silly tiger’s actions are simply instinct, far worse than the attack method he calculated with great concentration, but their damage is very different!

This feeling of being crushed by brute force made him very uncomfortable.

But this silly tiger is getting more and more vigorous, and Nata can clearly feel the constant loss of his vitality.

Zitong, who was watching from a distance, noticed that something was wrong, and shouted a few times to make Ao Xian stop.

Ao became excited, and finally threw Nata directly out, watching Nata hit the wall, falling down and struggling to get up, before turning back into a human form, looking at Zitong excitedly: “How about it, Zitong , Am I very strong… Ouch! What are you doing with me!”

Zitong hated the iron and called his chest: “You are about to beat him to death! We haven’t finished the experiment yet!”

Ao turned his head to look, only to find that Nata had passed out in a coma, the breath on his body was extremely weak, and there were many wounds on his body, like a broken sandbag.

“Uh…I couldn’t help it.” Ao was a little embarrassed. He went to see Natta’s state before raising his head, “What should I do?”

They haven’t even started any experiments yet…

Zi Tong glanced at him irritably, and sighed helplessly: “What else can I do? Use green ears to say “fishing”.”

“what?”

“Isn’t he able to attract other aliens? Put him in a cage and put him in the wild to attract other aliens to come over, so that we have more experimental products.”

Just do it, Ao and Zitong greeted the people of the Shentan tribe, threw the unconscious Nata into a wooden cage, and then hung it on a tall tree some distance from the Shentan tribe.

The Orc Dian who accompanied them participated in the last time Nata escaped. He lay down on the ground nervously, and introduced to the nearby Ao and Zitong in a low voice: “It was like this before, but it was placed on the ground and not hung on the tree… … Within two days, a foreign race came in.”

These alien races seem to have the ability to sense each other’s position.

Ao shook his fist somewhat proudly: “Don’t worry, no matter how powerful a foreign race, it will be in front of me…ah!”

Zitong lay next to him, and slammed him so hard that he shut his mouth.

Dian’s idiotic look just now made Zitong feel a little feverish on her face inexplicably.

“Can those alien races communicate with each other far away?” Zitong asked in a low voice.

Ao’s strong restraint on them is basically proved. Zitong is very worried that if those alien races can communicate directly and remotely, they may not come to rescue Natta.

Dian touched his chin, remembered for a moment, and shook his head: “It shouldn’t be. The previous time, those aliens obviously didn’t know the situation on our side, and their attitude changed after they merged with Natta.”

Zitong breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good.”

Over there, Ao watched Zitong talk and laugh with the orcs of this altar tribe, knocked another bottle of vinegar in his stomach, rubbed it here, stretched out his hand in front of Dian, and threatened: “Ziping It’s the Asian beast that I like. You’d better keep your distance from him.”

Dian Jian looked at his eyes with the affection of his old father.

Although silly children can be spoiled, they must never be used to them.

Dian stretched out his hand, grabbed Ao’s wrist, and with a fierce force, the pain caused Ao’s tears to burst out: “It hurts, it hurts—”

He struggled hard for a few times without breaking away. The infinite power when facing Nata before seemed to disappear.

It seems that Ao is about to transform into a beast-like form, before Dian let go and slowly said: “I heard that you are the young patriarch of the Zima tribe?”

It’s not that he looks down on Ao, the training intensity of the orcs of the altar tribe is so high that no orc tribe on the mainland can match it.

They take out any warrior and are one of the best in ordinary small tribes.

According to the classic understanding, this Zima tribe has rarely communicated with other orc tribes, so it stands still, and it is only now that it is the first step to communicate with the Redwood tribe.

The fighting power of an orc who hunts for food alone is inferior to an orc who has been specially trained to fight.

Because of Lu Er’s relationship, Dian feels that the Redwood Tribe and the Shentan Tribe are basically friendly tribes on the same front, and this Zima tribe is obviously also an important member of the future counterattack against foreign races.

He didn’t want to be dragged down by stupid teammates in the future.

Ao clutched his wrist and stared at Dian in a daze, suddenly having difficulty accepting reality.

In the Zima tribe, his fighting power is not only the first, but also the forefront. The amount of hunting food brought back is very abundant. He occasionally fights with the orcs of other tribes, and his opponents are also wild orcs without the displacement of the tribe.

The battle with Nata made him full of confidence-this enemy that the orcs of the altar tribe feared was nothing but this, he was the strongest orc! Except for that horn, no one should be stronger than him!

Unexpectedly, he would suffer a loss now, and would be easily crushed by the Dian.

Seeing Ao’s disillusioned look, Zitong felt a little distressed inexplicably. She stretched out her hand and patted Ao’s back lightly, and whispered to comfort: “It’s all right, Ao?”

Originally, Ao was still under the blow of “I am weak” and couldn’t extricate himself-especially being crushed in front of Zitong, which made him ashamed almost wanted to bury himself in the soil; but now Zitong speaks to comfort him , Immediately refreshed him.

Zitong watched her comfortingly, and Ao quickly changed from depression to excitement. His eyes brightened a lot, and he was angry and funny.

What else he wanted to say, he heard Dian whispered a warning over there: “Come on!”

Zitong and Ao looked at the cage hanging from the tree together.

…

Several huge eagles were already standing on the cage.

Too far apart, the few people lying on the ground observing could not see whether the eagles were orcs or beasts, and whether the color of their eyes was dark green.

The eagles slapped the cage and screamed “quack”, seeming to want to wake up Natta in the cage.

It’s just that Nata has been beaten into a coma completely by Ao, and there is no response at all.

After a pause, the eagles seemed to have reached a consensus, screamed, and suddenly some dark green substance leaked out of their bodies and poured into Nata’s body. Then these birds suddenly fell from mid-air like they had lost their lives.

Afterwards, Natta in the cage suddenly sat up, held the cage slightly, and directly tore the solid wood cage to pieces!

Nata turned into a leopard and landed, and immediately turned and fled.

When seeing the humanized movements of the eagles, Ao Hedian rushed out, just to intercept the landing Nata.

Nata’s dark green eyes were gloomy, and he took a deep look at Ao, obviously very jealous of Ao, and deliberately avoided Ao’s position.

It’s just that this time Ao was originally to use Nata to crane to a new alien, how could Nata run away?

He immediately turned into a beast type, rushed on with a roar, and quickly pushed Nata to the ground.

The leopard struggled for a while and couldn’t get rid of it. He hung his head down and didn’t make any other moves. It seemed that he had given up resistance.

Ao changed back to a human form, showing off in front of Zitong a little proudly, and a little wilted when he touched Dian’s sight, “hum” and pinched Nata’s neck: “How to bring it back?”

“Since you can restrain him, you have worked so hard to catch him all the way back.”

Ao nodded, fearing that this guy might mess it up, he squeezed the leopard directly, and dragged the leopard back like a prey.

Dian and the orcs from other altar tribes winked, and disappeared one after another.

After everything calmed down, the corpses of the eagles that had fallen on the ground suddenly moved slightly, as if their life suddenly recovered, flapping their wings to take off.

At this moment, a sharp javelin shot from behind the tree, piercing its body accurately!

The huge impact aroused a dash of blood on the ground and pierced it firmly on the ground.

The Dian who should have left walked out from behind the tree, looking at the eagle falcon still struggling on the javelin, and looking carefully, he could see a ribbon of spiteful dark green in its eyes.

Dian raised his eyebrows lightly, and reached out to pull up the javelin.

The eagle that had lost the support of the javelin fell to the ground and soon lost its breath.

Dian piled the corpses of the eagles together, set them on fire, and watched them turn into ashes before clapping his hands with satisfaction.

——The silly tiger is a secret weapon pointed out by the **** himself, and we must not leak any news before the official declaration of war on the alien race.

…

After capturing Nata again, Ao and Zitong tried many times with Nata, which was refilled with energy.

When Lu Wei came to ask about their progress, Nata had become dying again, and he couldn’t see the appearance of a few alien races being merged again.

Zitong and Lu Lin reported the results of their experiment: “The foreign race can hardly cause harm to Ao, and Ao’s damage to Nata is very high. Even the human type can crush Nata’s beast type; later we let others The orcs from the Zima tribe came to try and found that the result was exactly the same as Ao.”

This result surprised Lu Er: “Very good.”

“The other is myself…” Zitong was a little embarrassed, “I’m far worse than Ao and them, and I can’t beat Nata at all.”

In his only trial, he almost became a hostage to Nata, but Ao took a decisive shot when he saw the situation and saved him.

“But when I was playing against Nata, I did feel that Nata did little harm to me.” Zitong recalled the feeling, “It should also be influential.”

Lu Ye nodded: “That basically proves that the descendants of the Zima tribe can cause great harm to the alien race.”

The leader of the Shentan tribe was also very surprised when he heard the news, and had a special talk with Ao and Lu Er to learn about the situation of the Zima tribe.

The Zima tribe is a medium-sized tribe, and there are many orcs that can fight, but it may be a little weak to deal with the alien races on the entire continent.

Lu Er proposed a new insight: “Can the purple hemp itself as a weapon cause harm to foreign races?”

Ao Yi was taken aback, and touched his head: “I really don’t know… I don’t have purple hemp with me either.”

“Didn’t you bring linen clothes?” Zitong reminded in a low voice, “Tie it to a weapon and let other orcs try it?”

Ao didn’t wear sackcloth because he was going to fight, but he brought sackcloth.

Being able to solve the alien race, one or two clothes Ao will naturally not feel distressed, and he waved his hand: “I will try it later.”

If Zi Ma itself can cause harm to foreign races, there are many fighters that can be armed.

Then Lu Er raised his deeper question: “Ao, how long has the Zima tribe existed?”

Ao hadn’t taken a math class with the Redwood Tribe, and he was stunned for a while before reluctantly replied: “It’s been a long time…There should be many generations of patriarchs.”

Many generations… that’s not the case at least in recent decades.

Lu Yan frowned and glanced up at the corner.

Divine Punishment and Alien Race first appeared on the scene twenty years ago. If Zi Ma was a weapon against alien race created by the gods, does it mean that Alien race actually came to this world a long, long time ago?

If that voice is really “God”, why tell them now instead of clarifying the alien and Zi Ma when there was a totem to spread the word?

Lu Lin’s heart became more and more inclined that the voice was not a **** worshipped by the altar tribe.

If it is not “God”, then who is it?