The Caveman Made Me Awesome

Could it be that Xia Cang's ancestral witch taught Ye Xi how to control slaves?

Chief Gan Qi was overjoyed, and asked without knowing it.

Ye Xi laughed: "How is it possible?"

Xia Cang's ancestral witch devoted his whole life to uniting the human race, how could he create the witchcraft to enslave the same kind, and the tribes that Xia Cang's ancestor lived in were few .

"...What is the solution?"

Chief Gan Qi was puzzled.

Ye Xi didn't explain, but asked them to take out all the tough vines from the package on the white turtle's back.

Tough vines are an essential tool for hunting. They can be used to make traps and bind prey, so every tribe brings a lot.

Ye Xi looked at the piles of tough vines on the ground, bent down to pick one up and tugged, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the tough vines of the tribes in the Nu River Basin were of good quality, not only thinner but also tougher. He just used It took no effort to break it.

"The method is very simple. Use these tough vines to tie the prisoners' feet."

Ye Xi looked at the pile of tough vines on the ground, and said, "These tough vines are extremely tough. If a first-level fighter doesn't have a blade, he can't break the tough vines with his own strength."

Chief Gongtao still didn't understand what to do, and asked doubtfully, "But if they tie their hands and feet with tough vines, they won't be able to work?"

What's the use of keeping them.

Ye Xi beckoned, signaling the alliance soldiers to bring five first-class prisoners of war over.

"Five prisoners of war form a group, first connect each of their feet with tough vines, and leave about half a step of tough vines between their feet."

After the alliance soldiers tied their feet firmly, Ye Xi continued.

"Then tie the feet of the five of them to each other with tough vines, keeping the length of the tough vines between the two of them about half a step."

The alliance soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly followed suit.

The last five first-class prisoners of war were all strung up by Ren Teng.

Ye Xi said to the five prisoners: "I'll give you ten breaths, and if you can run twenty meters, I'll let you go."

The five prisoners looked at Ye Xi in astonishment.

Is there such a good thing? !

They are fighters, not to mention running ten meters in ten breaths, even running two hundred meters is not a problem! Although the feet are tied now, there is no problem running 20 meters, right?

Seeing their doubtful expressions, Ye Xi smiled and said, "I mean what I say."

As soon as the words fell, the alliance soldiers in front of them retreated one after another, giving way to the five prisoners of war like Moses dividing the sea.

The five prisoners of war looked at each other, looked at this spacious passage, then at Ye Xi, and suddenly rushed out!

However……

Wow, as soon as they took a step, the five of them fell heavily into the dust and gnawed a mouthful of yellow mud.

It turned out that the five people's steps were not coordinated, and they were tripped by the people next to them.

The five people looked at the tough vines tied to their feet, and quickly understood the key point. They knew that if their steps were inconsistent, they would trip over them, so they made an appointment with the five people to run forward with the same steps.

However, this is not so easy to cooperate.

It takes a long time to get used to it. Now it is not easy to walk, let alone run. The five of them fell down together in a hurry. Finally, the five gave up tossing and simply climbed.

But despite the amazing strength of the warrior's arms, he can't climb fast.

In the end, after ten breaths, the five of them only fled ten meters away before being surrounded by alliance fighters. They could only lie down in the loess, pulling their hair with their hands in frustration, regretting that they missed such a good opportunity to escape.

The alliance soldiers and chiefs who were watching were all dumbfounded. They looked at the five captives, and then turned their eyes to Ye Xi who came up with this idea.

Ye Xi blinked.

To put it bluntly, it's very simple. In fact, this is a two-person three-legged game, but he has increased the difficulty and restricted the individual's legs, leaving them only half a meter away.

This will not delay future work, but also effectively prevent them from escaping.

Even if the five people have a tacit understanding in the future, they will not be able to run very fast, and the goal is so big,

Easily recovered. If he can escape like this, he can only say admiration.

Of course, this also has disadvantages, that is, the efficiency of slaves' work will definitely be low in the future.

But this is the only way out of desperation, otherwise the alliance would have to spend a lot of energy staring at them to prevent them from escaping.

Chief Gongtao said: "This method is indeed feasible, but if the second-level fighters and third-level fighters can break free from the tough vine, what should they do?"

Ye Xi suddenly looked at A Zhi who was at the side: "I'll leave it to A Zhi."

Startled, Ah Zhi pointed at the tip of her nose and said in surprise, "Me?"

Ye Xi reminded: "Silk is very tough, and second- and third-level fighters cannot break free."

A Zhi turned her head to look at the densely packed captives in front of her, her eyes gradually dulled, she swallowed hard, and said, "You mean, these... are all tied up with silk?"

Ye Xi looked into her eyes sincerely: "Please."

Azhi let out a wry smile.

More than two thousand fighters, this is the rhythm to empty her out! They silkworm girls don't have so much silk to spit out!

Azhi sat on the ground with a bitter expression, sighed and pulled his hair, and finally found that he couldn't refuse Ye Xi's request in frustration, and began to spit silk resignedly.

Ye Xi looked at her with guilt and apology for a while, then ordered all the seriously injured soldiers to gather around, and then let Xie step forward.

"Hey, I'm going to trouble you now. These third-level fighter captives are at your disposal. Help our soldiers heal their wounds, but don't let these captives die."

With a clear mind, he looked at the dark captives in front of him, and at the wounded soldiers. After a little thought, he immediately understood Ye Xi's hidden thoughts, and a pair of cool and beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

Xie: "Are you doing this to weaken their strength?"

Ye Xi glanced at her approvingly: "Yes, after all, the third-level fighters are too strong. I don't want to part with their labor, but I worry that I will be backlashed."

Xie: "Don't worry, the third-level fighters have strong vitality. They will only be weak for a while, and they will recover by themselves in the future."

Ye Xi smiled: "This is better."

Xi looked at Ye Xi's pale face worriedly, and said, "Let me heal you first, Lord Xi Wu."

Ye Xi did not refuse this time and agreed.

Now the third-level prisoners of war are completely paralyzed, the fourth-level and fifth-level prisoners of war are all beheaded, and the resistance of the first-level and second-level prisoners of war is weak, so there is no need to worry about any troubles caused by the soldiers.

Seeing Ye Xi nodding, Xie breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the side of a third-level prisoner, squatted down, put his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes.

The third-level prisoner was paralyzed by Xiaohua's thorns, and he could only lie there stiffly and stare at Xie's movements. He didn't know what Xie was going to do, but he felt that it must be something bad, so he spewed out all kinds of unpleasant things. abuse.

But Xie looked calm and just let him scold.

Gradually, the prisoner's eyelids drooped slowly as if he was sleepy, and the insults became weaker.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, the third-level prisoner's complexion became more and more gray, his eye sockets were sunken, as if he hadn't slept for half a month, and he looked haggard.

After ten breaths, Mao finally withdrew his hand.

Unlike the vitality needed to heal trees before, Ye Xi was seriously injured, so this time he absorbed more vitality.

When Mao withdrew his hand, the third-level prisoner completely closed his eyes, his breathing was weak, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or unconscious.

Xie stood up, walked to Ye Xi's side, and gently pressed her slender hands to Ye Xi's chest.

That's where the flameprint is.

The breeze blew by, and Mao's hair and skirt were blown up slightly. In the next second, Xie's body emitted a layer of pale green light that only witches could see.

I saw the rotten scars on Ye Xi's face quickly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the brows that had been frowning slightly due to the severe pain also relaxed.

After Xie let go of her hand, Ye Xi's complexion returned to rosy.

"Thank you very much."

Ye Xi stood up from the short rock with a smile, feeling alive again.

Yu Wangwu looked surprised, and looked at her repeatedly as if seeing her for the first time: "This is..."

Seeing that the other chiefs and witches looked confused, Ye Xi smiled and explained: "The witch disciple of the Ye Tribe, Xie, can transfer the vitality of other beasts and birds of prey to heal the wounded."

This ability is very precious. In order to protect her, the Ye tribe witch has always forbidden her to show this ability during the migration.

This is the first time she has shot in front of people.

The Mu tribe witch is also a witch doctor. After regaining his senses, he took a deep look at Xie, and sighed with a complicated expression: "I never thought that the Ye tribe would have such a talented witch disciple. This kind of ability, even a witch doctor at the level of a great witch It may not be possible to do it, it all depends on personal talent and comprehension."

Witch doctors usually use their own witch power to heal others. Only a very small number of witch doctors with outstanding comprehension know how to transfer life force.

In this way, treating the wounded and wounded consumes less witch power and is more efficient, which is a skill that many witch doctors are very envious of.

In such an era, there would never be a moralist who would suddenly jump out and accuse her of inhumane treatment.

Yuwangwu looked at Yebuwu with jealous eyes: "You have taken in a good disciple!"

The Ye tribe witch stroked his beard and smiled.

Seeing the amazed gazes of the chiefs and witches, Xie didn't react in any way, but nodded slightly, neither arrogant nor impetuous, like a breeze blowing her body.

At this moment, Chief Ganqi came to his senses and asked Ye Xi: "You mean, use those third-level slaves to save our people? Let Xie absorb their vitality?"

Ye Xi nodded.

Chief Ganqi said excitedly: "What a great way! It can not only make them too weak to escape, but also heal our people!"

"Yes." Ye Xi looked at Mao, "It's just that you have to work hard."

Xi shook her head lightly.

Ye Xi looked at the other six witch doctors: "A person's witch power is limited after all, and most of the wounded patients still depend on you. Now, please go and heal our clansmen immediately!"

The six witch doctors and witches responded in unison: "Yes!"