Chapter 33

The Horde awaits your return! "

ho! "The wooden spears smashed the ground together again.

The priest will bless you. After the chief finished speaking, the old priest Qiu Shi moved.

Yan Mo thought to himself that this is the end? No more encouragement? Without any promises? Did not promise any favors to their loved ones? Is it because this chief is not very talkative by nature, or is it that all the tribal chiefs here are virtuous?

At this time, the sound of wooden spears pounding on the ground became intense, and the soldiers in the square all gave out low voices.

In the rhythmic low voice of the soldiers, the old priest walked towards Yuan Zhan and others.

The old priest's hair was all spread out, covering most of his face. His face was painted with strange lines and dark complex tattoos, which looked quite weird and terrifying.

The necklace hanging on the neck of the old priest is also the most complicated. It hangs heavily on the chest and is composed of shòu teeth, human teeth, bones, stones, fruits, feathers and other things.

Maybe these ornaments have their own meanings, but Yan Mo couldn't understand them. The meaning of the ornaments of the priests of each tribe is different, and he is not a real disciple of the priest. Probably only the priest and his disciples understand the meaning of this kind of thing.

The old priest is not holding a spear, but a wooden staff similar to a scepter. The head of the staff is a skull, which looks like a human being, but there is a dòng on the upper part of the two eye sockets and between the eyebrows, which looks like As if this skull had three eyes.

The priest disciple named Qiuning was holding a stone pot, and something was burning in the pot, and blue smoke was coming out.

The old priest first held a scepter and walked around Yuan Zhan and the other seven people. As he walked, he pointed at the seven people with his scepter, and he was also muttering something in his mouth. Slaves are not worthy of his blessing, and naturally they will not be included by him.

After walking, he came to Qiu Ning, lowered his head and took a deep breath of the blue smoke.

Immediately, the old priest's body shook, and his head shook in a circle with a strange frequency.

Yan Mo glanced at the smoke and guessed that there should be hallucinogenic herbs in it. It’s a pity that I can’t get a little bit of it. Some hallucinogenic herbs are used well and can have unexpected therapeutic effects. In the world he came from, there are still some relatively primitive tribes who use some hallucinogenic herbs as anesthetics. or pain relievers.

suddenly!

The old priest's body became stiff after a violent tremor.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes staring straight into the distance.

Yan Mo took a peek at it, only to find that the old priest had an eye drawn in the center of his forehead.

The pattern was quite genuine, and with the old priest's expression at this time, it was as if he was not looking at things with his own eyes, but was looking at something with the third eye on his forehead.

The old priest suddenly opened his arms wide, and his mouth let out a roar like a wild shòu.

Along with the old priest's roar, the surrounding warriors suddenly roared, and even Yuan Zhan and others roared along with them.

Is this a roar to ward off future evils and possible dangers? Yan Mo guessed. After all, no matter whether it is a human being or a wild shòu, as long as he has hearing, he is afraid of loud noises. This roaring blessing method is probably inspired by this kind of inspiration.

The old priest waved his scepter vigorously, and the roar stopped. After a while, the old priest said in a strange but very clear tone: North, five days' journey, heavy snow has arrived. In the south, at the foot of the Hassa Shenshan Mountain, the low mountain ants are hunting. To the east, the Tulong is fighting with the Ray Peng, and the White Eagle Tribe is waiting. West, far away...fire...fire! God descended on all living beings, smoke, fire! The forest is burning, ah ah ah! "

The old priest screamed, covered his forehead, and fell to the ground in pain.

The priest disciple Qiu Ning rushed forward immediately, and many soldiers also looked at the old priest worriedly.

The chief immediately ordered the old priest to be carried back to his tent to rest.

Yan Mo's open mouth was finally closed.

He thought at first that the old priest was playing tricks, but when he heard it behind him, he felt something was wrong.

If he was just pretending to be a ghost, he would never have said it in such detail, and he had said all the long-term perspectives in the four directions.

What does this mean? !

sky! That old guy can't really see that far, can he?

No wonder the old guy's virtues and skills in healing are mediocre, that the chief and the people in the tribe still hold him like a treasure.

It turns out that he actually has such a miraculous magical power!

Yan Mo studied medicine. When he was young, he liked to travel around the world. He did see a lot of strange things and cases, but he never believed in ghosts and gods. He still doesn't believe it.

He felt that everything could be explained by science, including the miracles that happened in front of him.

If the old priest hadn't lied, Yan Mo speculated that the other party's miraculous ability to see into the distance probably came from the pineal gland under the other party's eyebrows.

The human pineal gland itself is full of mystery, and even studies have shown that the human pineal gland has degenerated, so what is the role of the pineal gland before it has not degenerated? Did the third eye on some ancient animal fossils excavated from the original world really exist?

Yan Mo's hands were itchy, his heart was itching, and his whole body was itching uncomfortably.

Such a vivid and ready-made living example was placed in front of him, but he couldn't rush to conduct detailed dissection and analysis. It was too painful!

Wonder when the old priest died? If only he could get the news at that time, he would definitely try to get back and steal the old priest's body for autopsy.

If he can figure out the secret of the pineal gland... Yan Mo slaps his head hard, stop thinking about it, there is no World Contribution to Medicine Award for you here!

But he still wanted to know that it had nothing to do with winning the prize or not. Putting a living instance in front of him but not being able to touch it would be as painful as looking at the cigarettes in the window of a person who wanted to smoke and couldn't get them out.

Yan Mo was drooling at the back of the old priest being carried away. The whole farewell ceremony was over. The seven warriors either carried or picked up their bags, and the slaves also stood up and carried the packages on the ground.

Yuan Zhan came over and picked up the little slave with one hand.

Yan Mo honestly stretched out his hand to take the wooden spear, and the luggage he was going to carry was also added to Yuan Zhan's luggage, so Yuan Zhan's large circle of fur was twice as thick as others.

The chief, who was going to watch the soldiers leave, saw that Yuan Zhan was walking with the slave with the broken leg, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Xie also felt strange, and it should be said that everyone present felt strange.

It is normal for soldiers to go with their slaves. Slaves can not only help hunt together, guard the prey, watch the night, warm the nest, etc. on the road, but also slaughter them for food when necessary. But with a slave who can't walk? Are you planning to eat him on the way?

Yuan Zhancai doesn't care what others think, let alone the little slave is very useful, even if he is useless, even if his slave is eaten on the road, he will not stay and give it to others.

The figures of the seven people gradually disappeared under the watchful eyes of the chief and many people from the tribe.

Are they going to find new salt fields, you say? "The chief suddenly asked the man beside him.

Looking at the group of people in the distance, he answered honestly: It is difficult. "

The chief nodded, turned around, and told everyone that the winter was coming from the north, so everyone should quickly pack up and enter the dòng. "

Yes! "

Chapter 26 Brothers, what are you excited about?

This is the first time Yan Mo has left the tribe, and it is also the first time he has officially seen the world.

Not counting the first day of waking up, just understanding his situation and then trying to survive and crawling to the grassy beach had consumed all his energy, and he had no time to take a good look around.

Looking back at the place where the tribe was located, it turned out to be a small hill with a slow front and a steep back. The mountain was not high, only about 100 meters.

There is an open space at the foot of the mountain, and many slaves are living in gān, either grinding stone, or grinding wooden spears, and there are also broken bones with shòu.

These slaves were all male and looked to be between thirty and fifty years old, although this view is not necessarily accurate.

The slaves looked lazy, and everyone was living slowly, and no one took care of them.

There is also a semi-natural and semi-artificial pit next to this open space. The entrance of the pit is blocked by a boulder, and there are many living herbivores in it.

Yan Mo poked Yuan Zhan who was walking with him in his arms, and asked in a low voice: If it rains heavily, what will happen to the wild shòu inside? Won't be drowned? "

Do not raise shòu in summer. "

Are you saying that it rains a lot here in summer and very little in other seasons? "

Um. "

Yan Mo noticed that someone was looking at him, and looked sideways, it was Bing who was also on the road with a slave.

He finally remembered why the name was familiar to him. He once made a full set for acting. After waking up, he took the initiative to ask Kusamachi about the peeping slave. Soding told him that the slave was called Yang Tong, and he was the slave of the third-level warrior Bing. Because the slave offended her master and Dashan, he was eventually killed.

Kusamachi also told him not to say this to the outside world, it would be fine if it rotted in his stomach.

I don't know what the Master Bing will think when he can't find his slave when he comes back? Do you think that the sheep tongue ran away, or that he was killed for offending people, or that he was secretly slaughtered and eaten by other slaves?

I heard that a third-level soldier can have two slaves, so this is his other slave?

The slave was also peeking at him, his eyes seeming to wonder how his master would be willing to carry him away instead of dragging him by the legs of his slave.

Yan Mo ignored the master and servant pair, and didn't pay them back with his eyes. They haven't completely left the tribe yet.

Going forward, I saw a row of boulder walls. This wall is not a perfect fit, but the gap between each boulder is not very large, and the widest part is only the width of a palm. Looking at the grass roots growing under the boulder wall, it shows that this row of boulders has existed here for a long time and has not been moved for a long time.

There are warriors crouching or standing on the boulder walls, like guards.

Yan Mo guessed that the row of megalithic walls was probably the gate of the tribe, but this gate was not the other gate. As there were no walls on both sides, the meaning of the row of megalithic walls was probably to tell others that the land behind them was occupied.