The Caveman Made Me Awesome

in the forest.

Shirtless warriors from the three tribes, armed with stone or bone knives, slashed down the giant tree.

As the sawdust flew, the giant trees that were hugged by two people groaned and fell down like a giant, bringing up fallen leaves and twigs.

Whenever a giant tree falls, a few ordinary people will swarm up. They either collect the vines tangled in the giant tree, or hold a blade and chop off the excess branches of the giant tree.

After the treatment, these people worked together again, shouting and pulling the cleaned tree trunks to the river.

At this moment, three tribes of craftsmen are gathering on the bank of the river, and these craftsmen are responsible for the final process. They give the trunks a final finish to make them more suitable for rafting, and then use vines to tie the trunks tightly to each other in circles.

Originally, the riverside was very dangerous, and water monsters would come out to attack people at any time.

But now the Jiaojiao has sneaked into the river, and its huge body is slowly swimming in the pitch-black water.

Everyone was in full swing.

Time was running out, the flames were spreading too fast, and they needed to make too many rafts.

The total population of the three tribes is more than a thousand people, plus the huge war beasts, and a large group of unicorn scaled horses who have rescued them...

Ye Xi had calculated the time before. If the raft making process did not go smoothly, the fire might have already burned by the time it was all finished.

So before cutting down the trees, he took the river bank as the diameter and used a dental knife to draw a semicircle in the woods. Let everyone cut down the trees near the semi-circle first, then slowly cut inwards, and finally clean up the trees within the semi-circle as a fire barrier.

The children of the three tribes were not idle, and all helped to clean up the turf, lichen and dead leaves and other combustibles on the isolation belt to ensure that the fire would not burn.

Time passed minute by minute.

When the first raft finished launching, the faint smell of smoke from the north could already be smelled here.

And when the tenth raft entered the water, a few creatures that had escaped from the north had sparsely passed through the woods.

"Quick! Speed ​​up! Before the beast swarms come, get all the rafts ready!" Chief Tushan shouted as he chopped wood.

Everyone gritted their teeth, and their subordinates moved faster.

With the smell of smoke getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of the approaching beast rushing, the rafts went into the water one by one.

At this time, a group of people riding wild bulls and wearing horns came running from the north.

This is the Niujiao tribe, a relatively weak tribe. They live in the south of the Tushan Valley. They usually don't deal with the three tribes very much. They only talk to each other at the Blackpool Fair.

After seeing them, the headed oxhorn chief pulled the bull running under his crotch, turned around and hurriedly said: "The fire is burning, why don't you run quickly, what are you doing?! Run with us!"

This horned chieftain is not bad, but at the risk of being overtaken by the fire, he deliberately turned his head and called them.

"We're not running, we're going to walk on the river!" a Leaf Tribe warrior who was chopping down trees answered him.

Ye Xi couldn't bear them all being buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, and came over to persuade Chief Niujiao: "Don't go forward, the fire in the west is spreading too fast, and before you run to the south, there is no way to escape."

Chief Niujiao looked at Ye Xi up and down, and when he saw Ye Xi's clothes made by Jiugong, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly asked, "Are you the Lord Ye Xi?"

Ye Xi was stunned, "I'm Ye Xi."

Chief Bullhorn's expression changed immediately.

He gritted his teeth, ran to the front and shouted loudly to stop the team, then jumped off the back of the bull, bowed his head and bowed to Ye Xi.

"The Niujiao tribe has seen Lord Ye Xi before, and our Niujiao tribe is willing to follow you."

Ye Xi paused and asked strangely, "Why are you willing to follow me?"

The horn chief blushed,

He looked at Ye Xi excitedly as if he was watching an idol: "You don't know yet, the news that you rescued the wolf tooth slaves in the Heizawa tribe has spread! We all admire you!"

The Heizawa tribe also participates in the Red Grass Festival, which means that the Heizawa people also have members of the tribes of the Blackridge Mountains among their partners. If there is any big news, they cannot hide it.

Now at least the senior leaders of each tribe have heard Ye Xi's name.

The Heizawa tribe is the overlord of the Black Ridge Mountains, and Ye Xi was able to rescue the wolf-tooth slave forcefully in its territory, and asked the Heizawa witch to remove the slave mark. How can such a big thing not cause a sensation?

Everyone guessed that Ye Xi was a legendary fifth-level warrior.

Those with better information also knew that Ye Xi had been to the other side of the Snow Mountain Range and returned successfully. Some even speculated that Tu Shan's rise was also related to him.

Everyone admires the strong, let alone such a legendary and powerful warrior.

And judging from the fact that he saved the wolf tooth slave and the slave policy implemented in Tushan, this fifth-level warrior is undoubtedly kind.

How can someone who is powerful and benevolent not be worthy of being followed?

Now the Niujiao tribe is facing a crisis of life and death, and from the posture of the three tribes, it seems that they can escape this disaster with certainty.

Facing the adoring gaze, Ye Xi felt a little uncomfortable and reminded: "Don't be stunned, let's make a raft together."

"Okay! Let's start now!" Chief Bullhorn blushed.

On the other side, the Kurosawa Tribe, who had just been talked about, was devastated by the fire spreading from the west.

They were unlucky, because the tribe was located in the northwest corner and was the first to encounter the fire in the north. The Black Ze tribe faces the swamp to the south, but the mountains on the back, so the flames quickly climbed over the top of the mountain.

They had no time to clean up in the thick smoke, and hurriedly fled with their clansmen.

But just as they ran out of the danger zone, they encountered a second wave of meteors. The west followed at once, so they could only run to the southeast in dismay.

After all this tossing, the slaves and ordinary people of the Kurosawa tribe are now thrown into the fire because they can't keep up with the team.

The population of the entire Black Ze tribe is less than one-third of its original size.

Despite being so embarrassed, many small tribes who fled to the west still chose to follow the Black Ze tribe from a distance.

Although they were afraid of the Heizawa tribe, they had to admit its power. In such a terrifying disaster, Mu Qiang made them panic and follow the Heizawa team involuntarily.

At this moment, Chief Heze is riding on a purebred beast-level cheetah, leading the team to flee forward.

The flames were already very close to them, and the thick smoke that kept blowing made his throat burn like fire.

He knew that the little tribes were following their ranks, but he didn't care, because these little tribes posed little threat to them.

Now he can only hope that a heavy rain will immediately put out this terrible fire.

In the thick smoke and darkness, Chief Black Ze, who was sitting on top of the cheetah and running at the front, suddenly narrowed his eyes and recognized the big Buzzard hovering vigilantly in the sky.

Ye Xi's calm and determined face flashed across Chief Black Ze's mind.

The next moment, his heart sank, and he suddenly led the team to turn around and run towards the river.

And the small tribes behind them also hesitated for a while, gritted their teeth and decided to follow the Black Ze team.

Five or six surviving tribal teams fled in the direction of Ye Xi and the others.