Heroic Death System

After the last ice spin of death, the Lion clan officially entered the hunting phase and no longer went out casually.

After a few days of rest, he finally relaxed, but Mutu remained uncomfortable, wrapped him in thick fur every day, warming his hands and feet at night, while warming the bed, as if he were a baby, with no boundaries.

Mutu gave Shanko ringing bells, wind chimes, ringing bells, etc., all kinds of objects capable of making noise, thanks to the great work of the "dog flute". Not only did he wear it on Jean-Claude, but he also hung a lot in the house. As soon as the wind blows, he can hear a series of jingling sounds, but don't be funny.

He could start watching with interest, but soon he realized it wasn't good. One night, he forgot to take the bell off his neck, and the bell sounded crisp when the two made out. This sound seems to excite Mutu so much that the impact is stronger that every time it reaches the top to the depths, it is a pleasure to create a sound without fatigue.

These ringtones are pleasant and do not feel uncomfortable in the ear. But with the beast people can hear acutely, even if the bell is not loud, they can hear clearly. The intensity of the two can be heard from the rhythm of the bell collision and the vibration of the sound.

By the next day, almost all the animals were informed of their number, frequency and duration.

Many of the beasts wholeheartedly praised: "You deserve to be a patriarch, you are amazing! ”

For Sankoh, endless envy.

You can only choose to ignore it and keep telling yourself in your heart: this is a primitive society, an infinite world where even open field warfare can be seen, listening to “conservative” little things like the corner of the wall is nothing.

Despite this comfort, Jean-Claude insisted on cleaning out all the sounding objects in his body and in his bed before allowing Mutu to touch him. Otherwise, who knows if this guy would temporarily “have sex” and get him a shocking bronze clock?

Mutu whispered: “The werewolves in the tribe howl a few voices every time they do it, and nobody says anything. ”

As soon as Jean-Claude stared, Mutu shut up.

Just wait until he's asleep, he'll sneak a bell on him and do it a few times while he's confused. As a result, the bell rang lower, the frequency was lower, and the time was shorter, and the other Orcs began to wonder whether their Lion King was no good.

Since then, tribal nights can often hear the crisp sound of ding-dong, such as singing and crying, and this flutters...

The Lions do not have a tradition of New Year's Eve and only celebrate carnival when they are a bar mitzvah or a successor to the New Lion King. Entertainment life is almost blank, and the whole cold season inevitably looks a little chilly.

However, it is not boring at all. Manage gardens during the day, study original recipes, and teach others some life tips, one of which is to teach them about oil.

No one exploited oil in this era, some of the oil fluids spilled over the surface and were used by the majority as a poison, and the Puppies must have known the role of oil by chance. The lions have eaten the bitterness of oil and fear of this fuel. They should not be asked to exhaust it, but they should know about it so as not to repeat it.

Of all the skills available, the one that inspires the lions most is cooking. Of course, what interests them is not to do, but to eat. Everyone in the tribe has tasted the art of cocoa and has been conquered by it without exception.

They can be reached for help. A meal will inevitably be followed by a large crowd, which will work better than Mutu's orders. Halfway through the cold season, Mutu could have surpassed him and become the most popular figure in the tribe.

Afterwards, he asked Mutu to help him make a few chessboards, grind out dozens of chess pieces, and find Mutu to play chess. Of course, they don't play chess, they play chess, which takes a lot of work, but chess, five-chess, flying chess, millionaires and other leisure chess.

There is also another purpose to do this, which is to teach Mutu arithmetic knowledge through games. Ever since it was discovered that many Orcs needed to use their own hair even in simple numbers, it felt a little out of sight.

Mutu's brain is remarkable compared to most Orcs. In the absence of any basis, a simple multiplication and subtraction was quickly mastered, and the mantra was slippery.

In addition, all members of the Lion race could be rostered and detailed records of each individual's birth, gender race, personality traits, kinship, etc. Because the text is not perfect, it can be graphically illustrated. For example, some Orcs are good at shooting arrows, and he draws a bow and arrow just behind his specialty; some are good at building, and are represented by flames and hammers.

Until then, the management of the animals was very rough, and as long as it was male, it would necessarily require hunting out, measuring a person's abilities by the amount of prey and the strength of the force. However, some male beasts are naturally weak and better at knitting or other meticulous manual work. Where there is plenty of food, the animals are perfectly capable of choosing a job that is more suitable for them and that they can use.

These things, of course, were not intended to be directly involved, but were left to Mutu's own discretion, who merely provided some basic management methods. Undeniably, however, this stone roster is of great importance for the development of the original tribes and has been used as a basis for the management of population resources by future Orcs and has been continuously refined.

At this point, it was only a tool that could be used to help Mutu take better charge of the tribe, and it was also done with Mutu lying on his bed. It could have been done in three days, but the two had taken ten days.

The process is naturally deep shallow, high - tidal…

Mutu was like a sponge, greedily absorbing everything that could be taught him.

Out of the elder's house, Mutu walked towards Sankoh's residence. Now it's home to him and the fox. Simple, but very cozy.

“Janu, Janu, what is this?” A naive voice came from over there.

Mutu looked up and saw a familiar figure sitting on a stone chair, drawing something on a sand plate with a branch. Around him, surrounded by a bunch of little beasts.

A faint smile hung on the fox's face, white hair hanging casually on his side, soft between his eyebrows, soft big tails to protect a little beast who had just learned to walk in case he accidentally fell.

The little beast held his tail and leaned beside him, squinting his eyes as if they were very comfortable, but the saliva left behind at the corner of his mouth was a bit unsightly.

Mutu was about to rub his saliva on that big tail, his face turned dark, and he walked over, lifting the little beast out of his tail and throwing it into his brother's arms.

The little Orc was forced out of his warm, big tail, he couldn't help himself, his mouth slammed, and he was in a mood to cry. Jean hastily pulled something out of his arms and delivered it to him, distracting him.

At first glance, Mutudin was a small wave drum. He knew that foxes made a lot of novel little toys for children in the clan, and often taught them to play games, make them good food, don't ask for anything in return, just a simple smile.

Remember before, because he could not speak, the fox rarely communicated with others and remained lonely and unheard. Until he gradually revealed his true nature and earned the favor of the whole family with his actions. His world seemed different, silent but colorful.

Mutu couldn't help but lean over and kiss him once more.

Shanko: …?

Little Beastman (Xo Xu): …!

Mutu ignored the gaze of these little kids and took over Sankoh's side with a huge grip, and his hands naturally burst into the fox's clothes to warm up.

The smell of this man made him fall in love. The gentleness of this man makes this cold cold season incredibly full and hot.

In the first half of the cold season, the lion's food began to stretch, shrinking from two meals a day to one. But people are still confident that they will survive this cold season. Because at this time in the past, the Lions had already starved to death, and now only a few days of hunger were needed to survive the crisis.

Hungry Orcs, however, tend to be irritable, and the tribe struggles from time to time, and whoever wins, receives food from each other. Some of the less combative Orcs, whose daily food is “won” by others, have to rely on snow and branches.

It is unclear how long these people will last. His mission is to ensure that the lions do not starve and that the cold season is coming to an end and he must not lose his hooves in front of them.

He took all the pickled meat he had made out of the cellar, and then summoned the bullied animals and asked them to help reclaim the land and distribute it as a reward in the evening.

He was well aware that if given in vain, it would necessarily cause dissatisfaction among others. Even if everyone had a share, there was no guarantee that their food would not be robbed. But as long as it's in his place, the others won't dare.

This will feed these Orcs half as much as they want, and it won't bring too much controversy. Sankoh's cellar, a lot of people have visited, and you know how much inventory there is. Someone quietly counted, and a few days down, he basically contributed his food, all of it. At this critical juncture, his actions undoubtedly moved many people and disputes among the tribes gradually subsided.

“Fox, here you go.” Mutu handed Shanko a large chunk of his own.

Still looks at him inexplicably.

Mutu said painfully, "You've lost a lot of weight lately. Don't hold back. Eat. I'll give you all my food. ”

Jean-Claude stared silently at the jerky: "Give me all your food. What about yourself?"

Mu Images knew what he was thinking and patted his chest: “Don't worry, I'm not afraid of hunger! ”

As soon as the voice went down, I heard a drumsticking grunt in my stomach.

Mutu: “… I farted. ”

Yes: “…”

Hold on to the smile, Jean-Claude can pick up the dried meat in his hand and cut it in half with a knife. In fact, he wasn't very hungry, and the fruits and vegetables in the garden were enough for him to be hungry, but he was willing to share the food with the lion.

Mutu hesitated for a moment and eventually took over, then said seriously to Jenko: "Fox, next cold season, I swear I won't let you starve again. ”

Jean-Claude looks at him with his eyes bent: Well, I believe you.

[Complete Additional Task 1 - Make sure none of the lions are hungry this cold season.

On the last day of the cold season, a systematic message is available. He found the question, as if starting from the last world, that additional tasks no longer rewarded retention time, wondering if that meant that some kind of restriction had been broken. The system has recently faked to death and hardly answered any questions, as if it had deteriorated from artificial intelligence to a simple procedure.