"Jiufeng said that it saw a lot of horses and a lot of people near the original tribe, about the same number as in this valley."
Yan Mo came from afar, but before anyone arrived, the voice came first.
Jiufeng didn't know what the original tribe was, but as soon as it said it was near the place where the two of them were left behind, Yan Mo knew where Jiufeng was referring to.
Jiufeng did not clearly indicate how many horses and people it saw, but Yan Mo roughly deduced from its statement that the Bairi tribe probably sent about 200 cavalry and 500 to 600 infantry. But the exact number still needs to be inquired in detail to know.
Everyone turned their heads to look at Yan Mo and the crowd behind him. Seeing that the chief, the old priest and all the warrior leaders were there, these people didn't dare to approach any more, and just stood far away, while the pustules on the old priest's body It also attracted the attention of these people, and several bold people whispered to each other.
Yuan Zhan looked at these people, as if he understood something, but he wisely ignored them for the time being, and asked, "What else did Jiu Feng see?"
Yan Mo didn't answer directly, "I've already made an agreement with Lord Mountain God, asking him to help bring a few people over for reconnaissance."
Because of the particularity of Yan Mo's ability, everyone present directly understood the meaning of the words he had never heard before in their minds.
Yuan Zhan walked up to him and asked him in a low voice: "Aren't you going? You don't want the things in the grass beach anymore?"
Yan Mo didn't want to tell him everything at first, but the news that Jiufeng snatched the fruit from some human beings will definitely spread as long as those people are still alive.
"I probably already got it." Yan Mo smiled and replied in a low voice.
Yuan Zhan raised his eyebrows.
"Nine Winds brought me a fruit with unknown effect. It said that the fruit grows when the sun disappears and ripens when the sun appears, and the place it describes is very similar to the grassland on the back mountain of the original tribe, and those who waited The two-legged monsters with ripe fruit are likely to be people from the Bairi tribe and the big witch from the Shi tribe."
"You mean that Jiufeng snatched from those two tribes the treasure they were about to get?"
Yan Mo smiled and nodded.
Yuan Zhan was silent for two seconds, raised his eyes and asked him seriously: "Can you make me grow wings?"
Yan Mo, "..."
Yuan Zhan still said seriously: "In the future, I will catch more birdmen and dissect them for you. You should study them carefully. If I can't grow wings by myself, you can cut off their wings and sew them on me. How about giving me the blessing of life again? Maybe the pair of wings can grow on me."
"Very good, I can give it a try when I have the chance." Yan Mo really wanted to applaud Yuan Zhan, this guy not only learned a lot of new vocabulary he was talking about, but also was more crazy and direct than him, an exiled medical researcher, He could come up with such a feasible method of growing wings, yes, very good, it made him feel itchy, and he really wanted to try it right away.
The half-serious, half-joking conversation between the two was interrupted, and Chief Hao interrupted to ask for details.
But before Yan Mo could answer, Qiu Ning had the courage to come over and ask: "Lord Mo, you said you would pray to the ancestor gods for Lord Qiushi..."
Business was interrupted, so Hao could only take care of the old priest first. The old priest had been fiddling around for a while, but it was obviously not very effective. Half of the skin on his body was rotten now. It was really scary no matter how you looked at it, and the soldiers didn't dare to look at him again.
Yan Mo was also very straightforward, without any intention of procrastinating, he made a gesture to Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan understood, raised the soil under his feet, and set up a temporary altar for him.
The old priest looked at the altar, then at Yuan Zhan, a deep flame of jealousy flashed in his eyes. If Zha had told him earlier that he had awakened his bloodline ability, he wouldn't have to insist on Bing to inherit the position of chief. Of course, Zha must listen to him and treat him as the only priest in the tribe!
Yan Mo stood tall on the altar, looked up at the sky, and clasped his hands in his typical pistol pose. Nine winds flew across the sky and flew back again.
It is very curious, "Jie!" silently, what are you doing
In the eyes of others, the white-headed priest muttered something to the eastern sky, and the mountain god Jiufeng appeared, and he uttered a distant and loud cry as if in response. This is much more exciting, atmospheric, and more intuitive than the old priest's way of asking the gods and offering sacrifices to the gods, where he sniffs the green smoke of burning herbs and shakes his body for a while.
The white-headed priest actually summoned the mountain god, and he can communicate directly with the mountain god! And he hasn't writhed like a cramp.
Yan Mo blinked at Jiufeng, and Jiufeng yelped again with excitement. In fact, he didn't know what he was excited about. He just thought that such a little two-legged monster was very funny.
The cry of the iron-backed dragon came from outside the valley: "Ang!" Come down, stinky bird, or I will rush into the valley!
"Jie!" No, don't come in! There are many two-legged monsters raised silently here, all of them are mine, you are too big, you will trample them to death when you come in.
"Ang!" Are those two-legged monsters delicious? I haven't eaten yet.
"Jie!" I don't know, I haven't eaten it yet, you can eat it, tell me if it tastes good, and I will share it with Momo next time.
Yan Mo, the only one who could understand, had black lines on his face. He didn't want to share with Jiufeng and his big-headed friends and eat human flesh.
Jiufeng and the iron-backed dragon cub had a good time asking and answering, but the cry of the iron-backed dragon frightened the warriors of the original tribe.
The soldiers in charge of defense outside the valley had already spotted the traces of the iron-backed dragons, but since they didn't run towards the valley, they didn't issue a warning, but now the slightly smaller one of the three iron-backed dragons is roaring and roaring towards the valley They were dumbfounded when Rumble ran over, and immediately someone rushed towards the valley.
The news of the appearance of the iron-backed dragon caused headaches for the trenches and the warrior leaders. Fortunately, after a while, someone came to report that the iron-backed dragon stopped in front of the valley entrance and lay there to rest. It seemed that it did not rush into the valley. mean.
For a beast like the iron-backed dragon with thick skin, huge body, fierce impact, extremely hard to kill and huge lethality, the warriors of the Yuanji tribe have always been able to hide when they can, and not to offend if they can, not to force To the extreme, it will never launch an active attack on the iron back dragon.
And at this time, Yan Mo's "sacrifice to the gods" was at a critical juncture. He let out a loud roar on the altar, and then... scolded the old priest in his native language. After cursing, he felt comfortable and comfortable, and then he saw him He pointed his clasped fingers at the old priest.
"Don't mess with me if you want to die, remember!"
The old priest trembled, and he swore to God Kamo, he felt a strong murderous aura when the white-headed priest pointed at him. But when others saw the old priest's reaction, they only thought that the white-headed priest's sacrifice to the ancestor god was successful.
After shouting, Yan Mo leaned back, pointed at the old priest again, then let out a tired breath, and put down his hands.
As he exhaled and let go, everyone present also heaved a sigh of relief.
The earth platform lowered, Yuan Zhan stretched out his hand to support his back in the animal skin coat.
Hao immediately asked, "What did the ancestor god say?"
Yan Mo said with a tired face: "The Ancestral God is willing to save one life for the old priest, but I can't do anything else."
"What do you mean powerless?" Qiu Shi, who was eavesdropping over there, shouted before Hao had even caught his breath, "Why haven't the pustules on my body disappeared yet? Aren't you offering sacrifices to the ancestor god? You're lying! You didn't use your vitality to sacrifice to the ancestor god at all! You, you come here and grab my hand, you can save me, I know!"
"You can't die, the pustules on your body are the punishment of the ancestor gods on you." Yan Mo said coldly, "Don't say that I can't go against the wishes of the ancestor gods to save you, even if I can, my life blessing will be lost once. If it is used on you, a warrior in the tribe will lose a life. Are you going to exchange the life of a warrior for yours?"
Even if the old priest thought so in his heart, it was impossible for him to say it. He knew very well that he had lost the support of Xirang and Feisha warriors, and he could no longer let the Heiyuan warriors down on him, so no matter how hard he tried to get Yan Mo to save him, after this out of control call for help failed , he will not have a second time.
Yan Mo understood the old priest, and because of understanding, he was most wary of the old priest. For the sake of the Yuanji tribe's hearts, he couldn't kill the old priest openly, and naturally he couldn't force him to jump over the wall to cause him more unnecessary troubles. For this reason, the stick was given, and a candied date had to be given away.
Yan Mo's face softened a little, "The ancestor god is strict and tolerant. If you sincerely repent, the symptoms on your body can be relieved. As for what to do to relieve it, I believe you are very clear as a priest."
Hearing that not only would the old priest not die, but his symptoms would also improve, the leader of the soldiers of the Hao and Heiyuan tribes somewhat let go of their worries. Although Mr. Mo is good, he is not one of his own, is he
Because Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo knew this, even if the old priest had intended to kill them, they only punished the old priest. This is just like how bad one's parents are, they can't tolerate outsiders' hands. Even if the old priest wants to die, he can't die at the hands of the two of them.
The old priest also remained silent at this time. It is not known whether the punishment made him sober, or he realized that the ability of the white-headed priest was not at the same level as his, or he had other plans.
After dealing with the old priest, Yan Mo blurred Jiu Feng's process of winning the treasure, and did not specify the location. He told Hao about his own speculation.
"The sun worshipers seldom come here. Even if they come to the rocky beach for trading, there will not be so many people and horses. What do they want?" Bing frowned.
Hao didn't say a word. When encountering such things, he was always used to letting the leader of the soldier speak first.
"Do you need to ask? It must be that the Sun worshipers also want to get Yanshan. The Shi tribe will fight with us. Regardless of the outcome, many people will die from the two tribes. If the Sun worshipers come here at this time, Yanshan will be his." said coldly.
He nodded, "The Sun worshipers are very ambitious, and they have wanted our hunting territory for a long time. This time they brought so many people here, I am afraid that they not only want to seize Yanshan, but also want to destroy the Shizu and Yuanji tribes. "
Moth Catcher added: "If they dare to come, there will definitely be many people, and there will be no shortage of fourth-level fighters."
Yan Mo interrupted and asked, "How many fourth-level fighters are there in the Sun Salutation Clan?"
"Two." Hide replied.
"Ability and physical fitness are both level four?"
The soldiers didn't understand Yan Mo's question. It was only then that Yan Mo remembered that the warriors of the Yuanji Tribe did not know that there are two types of bloodline ability and combat effectiveness in the warrior rank.
Yuan Zhan explained this matter.
The soldiers were astonished, it was the first time they had heard of such a thing, and subconsciously looked at each other's faces, and it turned out that they were different.
The chief's trench is the second level of blood ability, and the body's own combat power is level four. In the original battle, both of them reached level four. Other fighters have no bloodline ability.
"If the Sun worshipers really want to capture Yanshan and kill us, they will definitely come with at least a fourth-level fighter." Yuan Zhan brought the topic back, "I'm afraid we will not only have to face the Shi clan and Hao La when we go back. family, and the even more powerful Sun Salutation Clan.”
Hao nodded, "If we want Yanshan, we must also kill the worshipers who went to capture Yanshan, but in this way, we must also completely defeat the worshipers on the grassland, otherwise we will never again There is no peace. And they have horses, and if they can't fight, they can escape."
"And we don't know how powerful their fourth-level fighters are. As long as there is one who is similar to Da Da, then..." He didn't finish the sentence, but everyone understood the meaning behind it.
The warrior leaders frowned together.
"It's useless for us to just think about it here. Hey, you go with me." Yuan Zhan said directly.
"it is good!"
"No, I'll go with you, stay here." Hao suddenly said. He wants to see it with his own eyes before making a final decision.
Yuan Zhan seemed uneasy to look at Yan Mo specifically.
Yan Mo twitched his lips inwardly, but still cooperated and said: "With Ji and Dahe here, and the bee guards, I will be fine. You go, I will stay and save people, if one can be saved, it is one."
After finishing speaking, Yan Mo took off the horn again and blew a short sound, which was to tell Jiufeng that he was about to set off.
At this time, except for a very few people present, the vast majority of people did not expect that after the sound of the horn, they would soon embark on a new journey that they had never taken before!