Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Strange ball, Baihua forest tribe.

"This guy, is he the most powerful and majestic one here?" Jiang Xiao sat beside a bonfire and watched the savage man Polish the stone tools in the courtyard. He then asked the girl beside him softly.

"Yes, yes." He Chongyang nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. The bone earring on his earlobe shook."He is the strongest. When I was young, he was the captain of the Spearman team!"

Under normal circumstances, it would take a lot of effort to shape a stone into the shape one wanted. However, the barbarians were born with sharp teeth and claws, which made everything simple.

This Savage uncle was also a person who made weapons for the tribesmen all year round. Stone Spears, stone knives, wooden bows and arrows were mostly from his wooden house.

The savage man took a look at the map and spoke to the two young apprentices in the savage language. It seemed like they were communicating.