Chapter 582: Warning From the Strange-Faced Tribe

"What did it say?" Ted looked puzzled.

He said he treated Babaka as his "son", but in fact he knew nothing about the language of the Chimian tribe, and he had to rely on gestures to communicate in daily life.

Simple things, such as eating, drinking, and sleeping, are of course easy to express, but Babaka's long series of gestures made him completely unable to grasp the key points.

"Its original words were, 'The big dragon is about to wake up.'" Maka's face no longer had the previous smile. She pressed Babaka's shoulders and confirmed it again in the Chimian language.

Babaka gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

Maka looked at Ted and nodded. She trusted Babaka, just like Gordon and the others trusted Pork Chop.

Ted did not hesitate and decided to issue an early warning immediately.

In order to attract everyone's attention as quickly as possible, Ted used a "quite intense" method to sound the alarm.

He unfolded the lady's candle, pointed the muzzle to the sky, and directly activated the mechanism of the dragon cannon.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar instantly swept through the silent night sky.

Everyone looked over, even those who were resting in the tent were called up by their companions and began to gather here.

The president was one of the first to arrive.

She sniffed and found a faint smell of alcohol in the air. She glanced at the barbecue hidden behind Hayata and raised her eyebrows.

But she didn't have time to pursue these things at the moment. She stared at Ted and asked directly: "What's going on?"

"The old mountain dragon is not dead, it is about to wake up." Ted answered bluntly.

The president looked at the ruins and stone piles that were not moving at all cautiously, "Basis?"

Gordon was worried that the smell of alcohol in Ted's mouth would affect the president's judgment of his statement, so he said aside: "It was Babaka who issued a warning, this little strange-faced tribe."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Babaka.

The little Qimian tribe was a little nervous, waving his hands and gesturing, "Baka Gaka Gaga!"

"Huh? It said."

Just as Maca was about to translate, the president frowned, "Did other Qimian tribes tell you? Is there anyone else whose hunting partner in this operation is a Qimian tribe?"

Hayata beside Gordon whispered to him, "Madam President, you can speak Qimian tribe language."

Looking at Ms. Fanti who was communicating fluently with Babaka across Maca, Gordon touched his chin and said, "It's normal to master more languages ​​after living for a long time?"

"Wild Qimian tribe?" The president frowned even deeper.

The Qimian tribe has a high IQ and has even developed a primitive society, but most of the tribes are not friendly to humans, so they are also defined as "small monsters" by the guild.

With an attitude of believing it is better, strengthening vigilance is one thing, but it is also difficult for her to fully trust the wild Qimian tribe that has never appeared.

Pig Chop, who came out from Gordon's feet, scratched his ears.

It felt that he had guessed who it was.

"Come out, meow!"

Pig Chop climbed on top of Gordon's head and shouted to the surroundings: "Don't worry, meow, we won't attack your meow!"

Now, everyone's attention shifted to Pig Chop.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Gordon, who was used as a cat climbing frame by Pig Chop, felt a little numb.

The square fell silent, and five seconds, ten seconds passed, and there was no response.

"Kababachaka!" Babaka also shouted, but still no response.

The president's eyes swept around, and the pipe turned on her fingertips. After a little contemplation, she also raised her voice and said something in the language of the Qimian tribe.

"The president said that he would guarantee the other party's safety." Maka whispered to his companions.

There was another moment of silence.

"Puff"

Amid the slight sound of soil and rocks turning, a Qimian tribe member wearing a complex bone mask and a larger body than his peers came out of the ruins.

Not only it, but also several other strange-faced tribes came out in a blink of an eye. They shook off the sand on their bodies and nervously guarded around it.

Several hunters subconsciously drew their weapons. They realized that the wild strange-faced tribe in front of them was not an ordinary small monster.

There was also a king of the strange-faced tribe with a very high danger level.

"Put away your weapons, there will be no danger." The lady president glanced at the nervous hunters.

Not to mention that there were more than 50 hunters gathered here, just those upper-level hunters had the strength to deal with the king of the strange-faced tribe alone. The other party dared to show up, which was already quite sincere.

"It's you, meow." Pig Chop scratched his head, and the scar on his forehead was still a little itchy.

The king of the strange-faced tribe with a bone mask looked at it deeply, "Chaka, kabacha ka la."

Gordon, Hayata, and Ted looked at Maka at the same time, and the meaning in their eyes was very clear - translate it quickly?

Maca looked confused, "The accent is so strange, I, I don't seem to understand?"

"Is it possible that the language of the Qimian tribe in Shulet is a little different from that in the desert of your hometown?" Hayata guessed.

The two regions are thousands of kilometers apart.

Maca caught Babaka and asked a few questions, with a subtle expression: "It seems that this is the reason. I first know that there are dialects among the Qimian tribes in different regions.

The Qimian tribe language is Babaka's mother tongue, so it can understand roughly, but I can't."

"Then how can the president communicate without obstacles?" Ted looked at Ms. Vanti, who was communicating seriously with the king of the Qimian tribe with a serious face, and asked curiously.

Gordon laughed dryly, "After living for a long time, it is understandable that you can master a few more Qimian dialects, right?"

Ted: “.”

Over there, the president, who had finished communicating with the king of the strange-faced tribe, looked extremely ugly.

She began to give orders directly, “Enter combat status, upper hunters, get ready, and others, gather the artillery and ammunition that were sorted out before and put them around.”

Everyone took action immediately without hesitation.

Non-combat members such as medical staff began to retreat in an orderly manner, hunters made a series of pre-combat preparations, and the upper hunters were called together by the president.

“Pork chop, please go to scout and confirm again.” President Fanti said to Pork chop.

“I understand, meow!”

Seeing Pork chop crawling into the ruins, the president said to everyone: “According to the king of the strange-faced tribe, the breath of the old mountain dragon is gradually returning to strength. At dawn, at the latest by noon, it should be completely awake.”

“At least it’s not the worst case. It has spent four days in slumber. As long as we delay it for a few more days, the construction of the new fort can be completed.” Xia Zuo nodded.

"I just don't know how much of its injuries have recovered." Gordon smiled bitterly and said, "I hope we don't have to face an old mountain dragon in its prime."

"If that's the case, we can only risk our lives to deal with it."

"Let's discuss the division of labor and turns."

When the upper hunters were discussing tactics, Pig Chop drilled out of the ground and ran over quickly.

"What's the situation?" The president asked hurriedly.

"What the king of the strange face tribe said is true, meow." Pig Chop shook off the dust on his body, "I still can't feel the breath, but the sense of deterrence is much stronger than the past few days, meow."

"What about the wound? Has the wound healed?" Gordon asked.

Pig Chop gave a not-too-bad answer, "The wound has stopped bleeding, meow, but it hasn't healed, meow, maybe because there are too many gravel and foreign objects in the wound, which affects meow."

The hunters were slightly relieved when they heard this.

If the old mountain dragon's injuries are really healed, without artillery, without dragon-killing carbon, without walls and dragon-slaying spears, how can they break through the defense?

"Anyway, prepare for a tough battle." Amos said in a deep voice.

"Meow?"

The tip of Pig Chop's ears trembled, and it suddenly raised its head.

A black shadow was slowly descending under the cover of the night sky.

It was a fast airship.