Heroic Death System

For the next time, Mutu could have taken care of him personally, changed his medication, washed, massaged, how he could have taken care of him before, and now he has the same sample, immense detail.

When he could get a little better, he started using sand plates to identify more herbs and formulate new injuries than he did to teach Mutu. Mutu also used these drugs for the treatment of other ethnic groups, whose wounds have not been healed by the battle against the dogs.

As for the covert killer's witch doctor, Mutu had intended to expel him from the community, leaving him to die for himself. For an elderly veteran, being driven out of the community during the cold season of food deprivation was tantamount to pronouncing him dead, but the sons and daughters of a witch doctor, combined with his communal prestige, decided to temporarily imprison him in a dungeon and to question carefully the reasons for his murder.

Shanko later found out that the witch doctor, because Seth liked his daughter, Muki, was going to help him become a patriarch and even collude with the dogs. Later, because of the emergence of the cocoa, his plan failed and almost plunged the tribe into ruins. Knowing that Seth no longer had a chance, the witch doctor turned to try to get Mutu and Mutu together. However, Mutu was all over Sankoh and looked down on Mutu, which gave rise to the intention of removing Sankoh.

After this investigation, the Lions were unjustly outraged and their respect for and defence of witch doctors turned into hatred. Because of their selfishness, dozens of people died in vain, their homes were burned and most of the hard food stored was lost. Without enough food, many more will starve to death this cold season.

Their actions are unforgivable. Then Mutu, in the voice of the people, severed one arm from each of them, and drove them out of the community. These include Jojo, the witch doctor, and his son, Jorge, his daughter, Mucky, and Seth and his concubines, all eight of them.

The Lions have no sympathy for their fate. In contrast, the prestige of the tribe has gradually risen. People used to be friendly to him because of Mutu's petition, but now out of genuine respect.

He was born and died for the lions, not asking for anything in return. Although he had no words, he had proved his worth and ability with practical action.

Half a month into the cold season, you can barely walk underground, but the lion's food is still not replenished enough. These foods are estimated to last less than two months compared to previous years' reserves. While the cold season in Mount Karoki lasts more than four months, the first two months have seen little animal activity in the wild, although hunting is still possible.

On that day, the grieving Mutu came to Sankoh's abode and saw what he was writing on the sand plate with branches. He walked over, and it was filled with names and numbers. Every tribe has a name on it, followed by a number.

Mutu took a closer look at it to understand what could be written. Turns out he was counting food reserves and the share of food that could be distributed per person per day.

Given the literal level of the original tribes, food can be classified and distributed in as simple and straightforward a way as possible, and the minimum daily food requirements per person can be calculated and reasonably distributed to minimize waste and improve survival. In addition to the basic portions, pregnant women in tribes and fighters who go hunting receive one extra meal per day.

Food reserves are sufficient to consume more than one month, according to the distribution still available. Although only half full, this hardship is bearable compared to starving to death.

Mutu looked at Sankoh with his shining eyes and looked like he was glorious: “I am a wise god, I caught such a smart fox at random. ”

After that, he hugged Jean-Claude and kissed him hard in the face, but he carelessly didn't touch his wound. He has yet to realize at this moment that he has learned many things from Sankoh, carefully, steadily, constantly and in a clear and concise way.

Shortly afterwards, Mutu handed over the grain bin to Shangkou and honored him as the first generation of the tribe's "warehouse”. No one else has a problem with this, as Mutu has made available to everyone in advance the available distribution to make them aware of the current situation.

It is only clear to everyone that the food crisis has only subsided and not been completely resolved. If more food cannot be found in the first two months, the last month of the cold season will be the hardest time for the entire family.

All the young people in the Mutual Initiatives sought food extensively, not even the edible roots of trees.

It is possible to take care of the injuries in the tribe while counting ways to increase food. Previously, the burnt meat, the scorched black skin removed, the meat inside was made into a meat stem, and the other vegetable fruits were not preserved as long as they had seen the fire.

It was possible to open vegetable gardens at that time, only to improve diet, while storing some seeds for later expansion. As for the cold season, it is unlikely. Although there are one or two vegetables that can be grown immediately and harvested quickly, for lions they can only be counted as adductors and not enough to fill their stomachs.

If we can't actually hunt land-based organisms, there are only underwater organisms left.

Underwater fish and shrimp do not have to worry about the threat of death spinning ice, and although they also reduce activity during the cold season, the quantity is still objective compared to land-based organisms.

There is a large lake southeast of the tribe, which has been frozen into ice, just knocking on a gap and throwing down a big net and reaping something in a day or two.

The Lions had not fished with nets, so they had not explained anything to them more than their hands. Instead, they had woven a net and, accompanied by Mutu, went to Ice Lake to throw nets.

“Fox, is this really going to net the fish?” Mutu squatted on the ice lake and watched curiously as the net could be dropped from the ice hole.

He could nodded.

“I've eaten fish before, but it's fishy and many lions don't like it.” Mutu wrinkled his nose.

Jean-Claude glanced at him: People are starving to death, and he doesn't care if it's funny or not? Besides, I have my own way to keep it quiet.

Sprinkle the net so Mutu can return.

“Is that all right? You don't have to leave a guard?” Mutulla followed him with his cocoa tail.

Shaking your head means no.

“What if our fish is stolen?” Mutu is worried.

Then throw you down as bait and make sure nobody steals. Think silently.

“Fox, are you cold?” Mutu gently pulled his big tail.

It's not cold. You can keep going.

Mutu took a step forward and took the tail with him into his arms: “I know you're cold, come and hug me. ”

Yes: “…”

The two are close to each other and can still clearly feel the changes under him. Since he was wounded, the two had never made out, and I couldn't bear to come to the lion.

The lion did suffer a lot during this time to take care of him. He hunted during the day, handled Chinese affairs, came back at night to change his medication, combed, massaged, didn't sleep with the grass until late at night, lasted more than half a month, never complained, just occasionally spoiled, invited, asked to touch.

Jean-Claude feels that his wounds are almost as good as they are, and he may be able to keep them warm tonight.

Dinner and bath that evening, you can lay naked on a leather blanket, long white hair sprinkled casually, big furry tail swayed lazily, a pair of peach blossom eyes, half open and half open, to look delightful.

Seeing this scenery, Mutu, the whole person stayed and yelled in his heart: Don't irritate me, I'll beast-sex-dark! How dare you stretch out your lazy hips? Let go of that pillow. I'll rub my chest! Ah, the tail's on my leg. It's furry. I want to touch it!

No, Mutu admitted he couldn't help but seduce -- temptation, after three seconds of hardness, he was beastified.

Mutu, like a lion out of a cage, knocked over the white fox and began to plow on him. In order to avoid touching his wound, Mutu lifted him up and entered his body in a seated position. It goes deeper and tighter, making people want to do it. One time later, Mutu flipped him over and turned him into a backseat, which penetrated from behind. A few changeovers, not touching his back, but enjoying the ultimate pleasure-sensition.

Prohibited - Nearly a month of lions exhibit unprecedented potential and highly dynamic operating capability this evening...

Two days later, Jean and Mutu were able to take several ethnic groups to Ice Lake to collect the net.

When the net was pulled out, people were immediately stunned by the catch in front of them. In the net, there are hundreds of fish shrimps large and small, and they jump in the net and make a crackling sound. Two of them are particularly prominent, about two metres long, with silver-white scales gleaming in the ice and snow.

Everyone is unhappy, and if there is such a harvest every time, they do not have to worry about food. Although fish taste a little fishy, it is definitely more hungry than fruits and vegetables.

When they were going to catch the tribe later, everyone was shocked and came to watch.

“So many fish! ”

“Haha, great, I've had it this cold season. ”

Lion Orcs are not unprocessed, but most of them go directly into the water and never use fishing gear. Now I can catch so much with just one big net, I admire and appreciate it. They know that the demand for meat is not high, they grow their own fruits and vegetables and are perfectly self-sufficient. The effort to weave nets is obviously to help the rest of the tribe.

On that evening, Jean made a fish and shrimp feast, inviting some of the most prestigious beasts of the clan to come and taste it. Delicious fish soup, fresh shrimp crabs and sprayed roasted fish have eaten a lot of spring breeze, completely defining the fishery plan mobilized by the whole family.

At night, Mutu looked at a yard and smelled the smell of fish in the air, depressed.

He touched his unfulfilled stomach and walked into Sankoh's house with frustration.

“Fox, don't be busy. I'll have someone clean it up tomorrow.” Mutu looked at his busy figure and was heartbroken.

Jean-Claughed back at him, and then touched two pieces of fish from behind and handed them to him.

One person at a time, sitting by the fire, eating warm and exclusive food belonging to both of them...