On that day, Lu Chen and the little beast received the warmest reception. The alcohol in the White Wolf Tribe was very strong.
The women in the tribe were also dressed very lightly. They were not primitive people, and their appearance was almost the same as the people on Earth. The few women who served Lu Chen and the little beast were quite pretty.
The little beast passed out after a few glasses, but Lu Chen was still the same. He could not get drunk even after a thousand glasses.
Speaking of which, Lu Chen was not a big drinker in the past. It was just that after his cultivation increased, his alcohol tolerance also increased.
Lu Chen looked at the little beast strangely. This guy got drunk so quickly? Maybe he was born allergic to alcohol.
At night, Lu Chen and the little beast were arranged to stay in the White Wolf Tribe.
Late at night, Lu Chen was not sleepy at all. He lay on the bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window.
"There is no specific location in the divine territory. Where can I find the Great Mongol Tree?"
Although the little golden carp could search for treasures, she had a special characteristic, which was that she was aimless … Besides, he could not travel through places with water like her.
"Let's see if I can get the God of the Hunt down first!"
Just when Lu Chen could not sleep at night, Lu Chen saw two graceful figures in light muslin. They seemed to be holding a plate in their hands. They glanced at him and then left in a hurry.
…
The next morning, Lu Chen went to look for the little beast. As soon as he opened the door, the scene in front of him made Lu Chen's brain short-circuit.
There were two women on the little beast's bed!
"This …"
The two women were sleeping very soundly. It seemed that they were tired last night. On the other hand, the little beast saw its dad as soon as it opened its eyes. It quickly got up and put on its clothes, then pulled its dad to the door.
"Dad, why are you up so early?"
Lu Chen looked at the little beast in shock. "You, you … why are there women in your house?"
"Dad, didn't anyone send you fruits last night?" the little beast asked, puzzled.
"Fruits? What fruits? "
Little Beastie thought for a moment and said, "Oh, maybe it's because Dad wasn't drunk yesterday … Dad, the beautiful woman who served us wine last night obviously wanted something to happen between us, so I pretended to be drunk early."
"Pretending to be drunk?" Lu Chen was shocked.
"That's right, if we don't pretend to be drunk, they won't have a chance! As expected, they came at night! "The little beast looked at Lu Chen with a" you know what I mean "expression.
Lu Chen's eyes widened. Written all over his face was: I don't understand!
Last night, when they were drinking, they were talking about how powerful the White Wolf Clan was and how the God of the Hunt was protecting them. Why were they talking like this? Why didn't he know?
Speaking of which, there were indeed two women who stayed outside his room last night. But when they saw that he had a lot on his mind … they left …
Who would have thought that even though they were both drinking together, the two of them were treated so differently!
Lu Chen let out a long sigh. "Little Shou, you've grown up. It's reasonable to say that I shouldn't meddle in your affairs. But what if you leave a child behind? We still haven't figured out what this world is like. "
Little Shou scratched its head. "So be it … Dad, I'm different from you. I'm a mythical beast. If we don't reproduce, how can there be so many mutated mythical beasts?"
Lu Chen thought about it and felt that it made sense.
The dragon had nine sons, and each one was different. When they were fused into little beasts, there were two dragons and a bunch of other mythical beasts. It shouldn't be too much to have a few hundred children.
Well, he didn't make it this time. He wondered if there would be anyone coming to deliver fruits tonight …
…
It was said that the first impression was very important. After the failed attempt to deliver fruits, no one came to disturb Lu Chen at night …
Since he didn't have a chance to have a romantic encounter, Lu Chen could only focus on inquiring about the God of the Hunt.
According to the White Wolf King, in two and a half months, it would be the big day to worship the God of the Hunt. At that time, not only would all the tribes of Varro open their own god altar, but they would also select the strongest warriors from each tribe to worship the God of the Hunt at the main god altar.
It seemed that this was a rare opportunity.
Lu Chen and Little Shou didn't have anywhere to go, so Lu Chen and Little Shou stayed in the White Wolf Tribe for the time being.
In order to integrate into the White Wolf Tribe, Lu Chen called himself "Jackal" and Little Shou called himself "Hundred Beast".
Half a month later, on this day, the White Wolf King gathered all the hunters in the tribe and announced that they would select the strongest warrior in the tribe.
"According to tradition, every warrior has a chance to compete for the title of the strongest warrior," the White Wolf King said loudly. The White Wolf King said loudly, "Within seven days, whoever hunts the highest level prey will be able to bring the prey and represent our White Wolf Clan to participate in the worship of the gods on Varro!"
Seeing that the crowd didn't seem to be in a good mood, the White Wolf King shook his head and shouted, "But no matter how the other tribes look at us, we must also be blessed by the God of the Hunt. Otherwise, how can we survive in the Varro Forest, which is full of wild beasts!"
"Since you are a warrior, you must shoulder the responsibility of protecting the tribe!"
After being lectured by the chief, the crowd raised their heads and clenched their fists.
Lu Chen didn't care what the others thought and said, "Chief White Wolf King, can I participate in your warrior competition?"
Everyone looked at Lu Chen and then looked at the White Wolf King.
The old hunter who was saved by Lu Chen quietly pulled Lu Chen's sleeve.
"Jackal, the strongest warrior is not what you think it is. People in our village can only hunt Level 1 beasts, so our sacrifices will be looked down upon, and our warriors will be insulted by other tribes!"
After living in the tribe for half a month, Lu Chen had some understanding of this world.
On Kalo Star, wild beasts were also divided into levels.
For example, the Split-toothed Tiger's level increased from Level 1 to Level 9, while the Split-toothed Tiger could only be regarded as a Level 2 to Level 3 beast.
This kind of beast required more than a hundred people to hunt.
At first, the White Wolf Tribe said that they were a large tribe, but in fact, they were far from being a real large tribe. They could only be regarded as the best among the dwarves.
In the past, in their warrior competition, hunting a Level 1 beast had a high probability of becoming the strongest warrior. However, in the eyes of the real big tribes, such sacrifices were not even qualified to be worshiped.
Lu Chen nodded and smiled at the old man, "You have warmly entertained us for many days, just think of it as me returning the favor. Don't worry, Black Ape, I know what to do."
The White Wolf King negotiated with the witch next to him and said, "Brother Jackal, you are the benefactor of our White Wolf Tribe, so naturally you can participate in the warrior competition. But, you don't know, in fact … the strongest warrior also needs the courage to face a difficult situation! "
The chief spoke more vaguely, after all, he was mobilizing the others.
Lu Chen said disapprovingly, "I know, okay, thank you, chief."
Next, the week-long Big Hunting Competition began.
The little beast planned to stay in the tribe to "guard the rear", but Lu Chen couldn't do anything about it. He took the dry food and walked alone into the forest.
Looking at the direction Lu Chen left, Black Ape frowned.
That direction, isn't it the direction to the "Land of Death"?
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