When he woke up, Zhen tide was transformed into a poor little boy who had just lost his parents in the ancient wilderness.
Surrounded by towering ancient trees, there is slippery mud underfoot. When you look up, you can see vicious birds with wingspans of several feet circling, and when you look down, you can see beasts with exposed fangs watching.
The original owner was skinny and skinny, his stomach growled with hunger, and he would be swallowed up by this cruel land in the next second.
Just when Zhenxi was desperate, she accidentally bound the ancestral space.
There is fertile black soil in the space, which can be used to grow food and vegetables; there is a clear spiritual spring, which can strengthen the body; and there is an abandoned milk baby, looking at her with big black eyes.
"From now on, I am your mother." Zhenxi picked up the soft Zaizai, her eyes becoming firm.
Is it difficult to survive in the wilderness?
It doesn't matter, she has space at her disposal, she can open up wasteland to farm, tame wild animals, hoard food, and live a prosperous life.
The tribe is short of resources?
She improved tools, taught skills, and led her people out of hunger and cold.
However, why was that cold orc who was always guarding her behind her silently and whose hunting ability was off the charts, looking at her more and more wrong?
Zhen tide: "Stay away from me, I just want to take my cubs to farm."
The orc said in a low voice: "I can hunt and raise you and your cubs."
