Titto quickly shuttled through the passage, relying on the talent of the cavemen to easily distinguish the road leading to his own village.

He was a slave of Totori Village, the lowest-level one, and could only plant moss for the shamans day and night. Although moss was unpalatable, it was an important food for slaves and meatworms.

"Meatworm." When Tethotto thought of the meatworm, he couldn't help but drool, and his stomach kept roaring.

He once secretly tasted a wild little meat worm. Although it was not as plump as prepared for warriors, herbalists and shamans in the village, the taste was so delicious that Tethotto could not forget.

"No, don't think about it anymore. If you can't go back, you will have no moss." Tittotel tightened the worn material on his waist, trying to make himself less hungry, and at the same time accelerated his return to the village.

He was swept away by the undercurrent when he was diving into the underground river for his herbists. When he woke up again, he had already appeared in the distance, but fortunately he was not too far from his village.

Not long after he had just come out of the water, a ball of light appeared above him, scaring him to hide in the cracks of the rocks.

Because of their weak strength in the underground world, the cavemen choose to hide to protect themselves most of the time when facing strong enemies. With tens of thousands of years of evolution, a small talent like shielding breath has been born.

In addition, the ability to plant moss, breed meatworms and have excellent fertility has gradually become a large underground race, although it is only in the population.

Relying on his talent, Thotto thought that he could successfully escape and save his life like he met a Taurus last time, but he was still discovered.

Fortunately, the other party did not seem to have any malice and let him go, but he was dizzy from that time in his mind, and there were some vague memories and voices.

"It's really too much. The herbicide actually said that the moss I planted was too unpalatable and made his meat worms not delicious enough, so I asked me to collect herbs in the undercurrent riverbed."

"He simply wanted to use the lives of the caveman slaves to help him collect it."

Tethotto did not realize that his thoughts were a little different from the original one. A seed of anger towards injustice began to sprout in his heart, waiting to bloom and bear fruit.

Soon Tetoto returned to his village, Totori Village, which is a not very wealthy underground cave. Apart from a river, there are not many places to plant moss.

But there are nearly 300 cavemen in this village, and less than 30 "high-class people" are left with slaves, who work for the high-class cavemen day and night.

The tens of thousands of years of slave tradition seemed to have become a matter of course in the minds of cavemen, and the best people mastered the manufacturing of weapons, herbs, and even the magic of shamans.

Most of the slaves only plant some moss, raise some meat bugs, and dig ore.

These made the upper-class cavemen feel that it is normal to oppress slaves, and they are no longer treating them as their own kind.

"Tetto, you are not dead." This was a short caveman holding a small trumpet. He was guarding the passage to Totori's village, and was also a caveman slave. He was a little happy to see Totoro back.

Tethotto was strong, and in the eyes of these slaves, it symbolized that it was easier to survive, and many people respected him very much.

Often, some female cavemen will express some unrestrained information to Testoto, hoping to get a healthy next generation.

"I was washed away by the undercurrent, but nothing happened."

"You are so awesome, but the cave dwellers who went down the river with you were dead, the bodies floated up, and the shamans fed them to the flesh worms."

Ho Toto said casually that too many such things have happened, and he didn't think there was anything wrong at all. Sometimes the best people would even contribute slaves to the Taurus as rations, and the rats would exchange for survival.

They even believe that the value of meat worms is more valuable than that of slaves.

When Tetoto heard what the zodiac sign was said, thinking that after his death, he was eaten by the meat worms, and then became the food for the best cavemen, the anger in his heart couldn't help but ignite.

"I really hope that next time I will come, a bloody existence like a scorpion lion, whether it is slaves or top cavemen, to eat all the people in this oppressive village, instead of these taurens and rats who can negotiate now." Titto preached angrily.

Ho Toto looked at him strangely, for some reason he felt an indescribable feeling from Te Toto, as if this feeling was not bad?

After passing here, I soon arrived at Totori Village. Only the top cavemen would live in stone-built houses. Most of the remaining slaves lived in mines and piles of stones in the distance. Although it did not rain in the cave, because they were close to the underground river, the slaves' residences here were in a humid environment at all times.

Along the way, there were numb cavemen, either taking care of moss weakly or collecting ore...

Tetoto didn’t know why, but today I felt so uncomfortable when I saw this scene. Why did I never feel like this before?

"Brother Tetoto! That's great, you're back." A caveman who was thinner than Tetoto but his body color was exactly the same. This was Tetoto's younger brother, Metoto.

Their parents have been planting moss all their lives, and they don’t even know anything about anything other than moss, so they naturally gave them this name.

"Gugu, Gugu." The sound of hungry in my stomach came. This was not only the sound of Mostoto, but also Mostoto. The moss of slaves in the village was distributed once a day. If they were found to have eaten it, they would be killed mercilessly.

"Brother, I'm so hungry, I can't stand it anymore."

"Didn't you eat moss today?"

Tetoto asked in confusion. He was washed away so he didn't get it. He was going to endure it and wait until tomorrow.

But why did Moth Toto, who had been in the village, feel so hungry? He vaguely feels a little uneasy in his heart.

"It's yours."

A voice came to Tetoto's ears. The person who came was a caveman warrior holding an iron spear. Behind him were two slaves with stone spears. They gathered the cavemen in Tetoto's area, about a hundred.

"These rats are getting more and more excessive. They need more at a time than once. It seems that they have to change places again, otherwise the slaves will have to eat them sooner or later."

The caveman warrior muttered without caring about the slaves' feelings, but even if he heard it, the numb slaves did not react much.

"He wanted to give us to the rat people as food rations!"
Chapter completed!