Chapter 967: The Simple Odd-Faced Clan

Gordon and his team still didn't dare to completely untie the strange-faced creature. The ropes on its body were removed, but its hands were still tied with ropes. They also asked Zhuchop and Xianglan to take turns to keep an eye on it.

However, it turned out that they were overthinking.

In the camp of "friends", the strange-faced creature behaved very well, slept soundly throughout the second half of the night, and even snored.

On the contrary, Gordon and his team didn't sleep well.

After getting up at dawn, it squatted by the pot very familiarly, ate breakfast with everyone, and told everyone through Monroe that its name was "Gaba".

It seems that Mr. Monroe's words "We are friends" are far more effective than they thought. This strange-faced creature named Gaba really regarded them as friends.

Feeling the innocence of the strange-faced creature, after breakfast, Gordon also untied the rope tied on Gaba's hands.

But he still secretly told Zhuchop and Xianglan to keep an eye on the strange-faced creature to prevent the latter from suddenly slipping away.

Seeing Gaba jumping happily, Gordon felt a pang of guilt for a second.

Our human minds are so dark!

The group set off on the acid pterosaur and the walking pterosaur, and the strange-faced tribe was brought by Mr. Monroe.

This was its first time in the air, and it screamed in fear at first, but when it got used to it, it immediately became excited.

Gordon could hear its cheers from a distance.

Rocks, wastelands, scattered oases, and those tower-like anthills flew past them at high speed.

After flying for more than half an hour, the strange-faced tribe clinging to Monroe's back started to yell again.

Monroe issued a descent command, and everyone began to land.

This was a Gobi desert that was no different from the camp, but they had obviously entered the territory of the strange-faced tribe.

Not long after landing, two strange-faced tribes noticed their landing and ran over, making waves of deterrent strange screams at these invaders who fell from the sky.

One of them even raised his blowgun.

"Kaba! Gagabawu!" Gaba jumped off Monroe's back, waving his arms and yelling something to the two hostile fellows.

The two strange-faced people were stunned for a moment, tilted their heads to look at everyone, and then put away their weapons.

Then the three strange-faced people gathered together and danced a strange welcome dance.

"Uh, which one is Gaba?" Gordon looked at the three strange-faced people spinning in circles, and he was a little dizzy.

"The one on the far left, the one that dances the hardest." Hayata reminded helplessly, "You can recognize it from the pattern on the mask."

".Okay."

Monroe approached the two hunters and lowered his voice, "After the dance, they should take us to their camp.

Don't draw your weapons casually, but be alert. I am a little concerned about the golden priest and the 'earth' they worship."

Gordon smiled and asked, "Should we be more friendly or more intimidating?"

Monroe also smiled and adjusted his hat, "Of course I should be more intimidating. In the wild, a friendly appearance will not work.

An important reason why the Qimian tribe wears masks is to make themselves look more terrifying."

"Understood."

Gordon put on his helmet and pulled down his visor, and his whole temperament changed instantly.

In Xianglan's words, it is "looking like a murderer."

Hayata, wearing black dragon armor, also adjusted his expression and had a cold face.

Under their gaze, the dancing movements of the two strange-faced tribesmen became stiff, but Gaba was still very cheerful. After half a day of getting along, it trusted these humans very much.

After finishing the dance, it called out and began to lead the way.

Monroe and Heta, who did not feel threatening, walked in front, and two fully armed hunters who could sweep the entire strange-faced tribe camp followed closely behind.

The attitude of their group was also very clear.

However, it may be because the momentum of the two upper hunters was a little too scary. As they gradually approached the cave where the strange-faced tribe camp was located, more and more strange-faced tribesmen gathered.

When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, the number of strange-faced tribesmen had approached ten.

They held weapons vigilantly and blocked the entrance of the cave. Even with Gaba's help to explain, they did not dare to completely relax their vigilance. Some of them hurried back to the cave to report the news.

Soon, a unique strange-faced tribe walked out of the cave surrounded by several strange-faced tribesmen.

Without a doubt, it was the "golden priest" that Gaba mentioned.

As for the reason.

Among all the strange-faced people, only its mask and weapons were all plated with gold, and even the small shield hanging on its right arm was a whole piece of golden ore.

Gaba ran to the golden strange-faced people and exchanged a lot of chatter.

The golden strange-faced people looked at them.

Gordon could feel that its eyes stayed on the inscription sword behind him and Hayata's inscription sword for a long time.

At first, it also danced and seemed very excited.

But when it approached the hunters and observed carefully for a few times, the golden strange-faced people became depressed again.

"Gabaca, right."

Heta translated in a low voice: "It said that it was not a golden weapon from the 'homeland full of gold'."

Gordon thought nonsense.

The two swords looked golden, but in fact they were not metal at all, but made of the sickle claws and shells of the mantis.

Monroe took two steps forward and started to communicate with the golden strange-faced tribe.

Perhaps because of the ups and downs in his emotions before, the golden strange-faced tribe seemed a little uninterested.

Fortunately, Mr. Monroe had rich experience in communicating with the orcs. Not long after, the golden strange-faced tribe nodded, waved his hand and shouted a few words.

The strange-faced tribesmen who were blocking the entrance of the cave suddenly dispersed and surrounded a group of people into the cave.

This cave is not an independent space, but has many passages that extend in all directions, and it is unknown where they will lead.

The cave is full of various colorful ores and several trucks.

Gordon's mouth twitched when he saw it.

The logo of the investigation team on the wheels proved that these cars and part of the ores piled into a small mountain were the stolen goods that this group of strange-faced tribes robbed the transport team of the fourth phase.

But they did not mean to hide it at all, nor did they feel embarrassed.

Gaba even invited them to sit in those cars.

"How shameless meow!" Xianglan was very angry, but she was surrounded by the Qimian tribe, so she only dared to meow quietly.

Heta explained in a low voice: "The Qimian tribe does not have the same concept of property as humans. What we see as robbery may be similar to gathering in their eyes."

"Then can we 'collect' these things back meow?" Xianglan asked with a blink of an eye.

Zhucho pointed at the Qimian tribes surrounding them, "If you knock them all down, you can meow."

"Just pretend I didn't say meow."

Gordon and Hayata did not participate in their conversation.

They were like ghosts behind Monroe, standing still behind him, looking down from above, putting pressure on the golden Qimian tribe who was talking to Monroe.

The effect of this was quite good.

Although the golden Qimian tribe has a golden mask and weapons, it is essentially not much different from other Qimian tribes, and is not an exceptionally powerful individual like the king of the Qimian tribe.

Under the pressure of the momentum of the upper hunters, it was a little unskilled when speaking.

Monroe looked at the hunters helplessly, and the hunters restrained their breath and looked away.

The communication continued.

After a long time, the experienced orc scholar sighed, "I see, is this the case?

The story of the wanderer trying every means to return to his hometown is a bit cliché."