Along the way, Yan Mo found that the tribal residents who were looking at them with very serious and heavy eyes, would have weird expressions instantly after seeing their appearance.
Yan Mo's black line must be because his posture in the battle with Yuan is too strange!
At first, it was just some bare-bottomed children laughing and jokingly following them, but later, even many adults followed them and walked towards the square.
Is this to see them off
Yan Mo didn't know how Yuan Zhan and the others agreed on the time. Not long after they arrived at the square, Lie and Meng came, Missing Tooth and Bing arrived last, and Bing's front and rear feet, and Jio arrived right after.
More and more people gathered in the square. After the first tribal warrior arrived, there were already nearly 200 people, and there were still more people.
Everyone stared at Yuan Zhan and the others non-stop. Missing Tooth and Bing stared at the companion who arrived first.
He stepped forward and beat each other's chests one by one, without saying anything emotional such as being careful on the road, but directly asked: "Did you also tear down the tent? Why are you carrying such a big roll of fur. "
Chu Ya and Bing looked at Yuan Zhan and the others incomprehensibly, and Bing's eyes were full of sarcasm.
The image of Yuan Zhan and others at this time is indeed a bit funny in the eyes of everyone. They are holding wooden spears in their right hands, and they are carrying a large roll of fur on their left shoulders. Adults are generally dead when looking at it.
Bing pouted. No warrior would bring so many things with him when he went out. This was not only a burden, but also reduced the harvest he could bring back. A real warrior will take everything he lacks from the wilderness, and only a timid and useless melon will carry his home on his back.
Although Yuan Zhan is faintly in the leading position among the few people, on this occasion it is still the oldest and third-level fighter who comes out and replies: "I asked them to bring these furs. No one knows where the new salt land is." , We may not be able to come back before the snow falls in winter, let alone whether it has started to snow in the distance, and the newly peeled fur on the road cannot be tanned, and it is not as cold-resistant as these old leather.”
Hide nodded understandingly. The winter here will come very quickly, and you can often run outside naked yesterday, but when the cold wind comes the next day, it will be too cold to stand outside, and when the heavy snow falls, no one from any tribe People will risk their lives to find food on the snow field, unless they really can't survive.
The kind of cold that freezes to the bone, no matter how much fur is wrapped around the body, it is useless. The most frightening thing is that if you can't rush back to the tribe at night, the souls of many people will be quietly taken as slaves by the snow god at night, and only a frozen corpse will be left in the morning.
No warrior in the tribe has ever traveled far in winter, and Yuan Zhan and others are the first case. He knew that this was the result of the chief’s compromise with the old priest, and he also knew that no matter whether it was winter or spring, there would be such a trip, but he felt uncomfortable with the urgency and persecution of the old priest.
He understood what the old priest was worried about, and only thought his worry was ridiculous.
The Heiyuan tribe, the Xirang tribe, and the Feisha tribe have long been one. If they are separated, no tribe can survive alone. Only when they get together can they resist the attacks of nearby tribes and gain more in the other three seasons. reward.
"Hunting, bring them back!" Hide hit his chest with his right fist again.
Hunter's answer was to beat his chest with the same right fist.
At this moment, the slaves in the crowd knelt down one after another.
The chief and the old priest came.
Holding Yan Mo's hip with one hand, Yuan Zhan who hugged him like a child put the boy on the ground and put down his luggage at the same time.
Yan Mo handed him the wooden spear.
Yuan Zhan grasped the wooden spear and stood up straight.
The others also put down their luggage, holding wooden spears and standing in a row with Yuan Zhan.
As third-level fighters, Lie and Bing were at the far left of the team, and Lie stood at the first place. In order of digits, it is the arrangement of hunting, ice, war, mountain, eagle, fierce, and tooth. This arrangement also implies the strength of the seven people.
The crowd parted, and the chiefs and priests arrived.
The slaves all knelt down, and the soldiers beat their left chest with their right fists.
Yan Mo hid behind the slaves such as Cao Ding and Mosquito, trying to minimize his sense of presence. The other slaves were kneeling, and he was the only one sitting on the ground.
In fact, Yan Mo peeked at his injured leg in the morning. After two days and three nights, the part cut off by him and Yuan Zhan has healed until there is only a deep red mark left, and he will not feel pain when he presses it. , There is no problem in trying to walk two steps. But he still tied up his injured leg and pretended he wasn't healed.
"You are the warriors of the tribe!" The strong chief in front clenched his fist and punched himself in the chest, shouting loudly.
Yuan Zhan and the others smashed their wooden spears to the ground, and at the same time opened their mouths and shouted: "Hey!"
"The Horde awaits your return!"
"Hey!" The wooden spears slammed into the ground again.
"The priest will bless you." After the chief said, the old priest Qiushi moved.
Yan Mo thought that this is the end? No more encouragement? No promises? No favors promised to their loved ones? Is it because the chief is not talkative by nature, or is it that all the tribal chiefs here speak like this
At this time, the sound of wooden spears pounding the ground became intensive, and the soldiers in the square all let out deep shouts.
Amidst the rhythmic low voices of the soldiers, the old priest walked towards Yuan Zhan and the others.
The old priest's hair was all loose, 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 around the old priest's neck is also the most complicated, hanging on his chest in layers, composed of animal teeth, human teeth, bones, stones, fruits, feathers and other things.
Maybe these ornaments have their own meanings, but Yan Mo can't understand them. The meanings of the accessories of the priests of each tribe are 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.
What the old priest is holding is not a spear, but a wooden staff like a scepter. The head of the staff is a skull, which looks like a human being, but there is a hole in the upper part of the two eye sockets and in the middle of the eyebrows. It's as if the skull has three eyes.
The disciple priest named Qiu Ning held a stone pot in his hand, something was burning in the pot, and blue smoke came out.
The old priest first walked around Yuan Zhan and the other seven people with a scepter in hand, and pointed at the seven people with the scepter while walking, muttering something in his mouth. Slaves are not worthy of his blessing, so naturally they will not be included by him.
After walking, he came to Qiu Ning, bowed his head and took a deep breath of the blue smoke.
Immediately, the old priest's body shook, and his head shook in circles at a strange frequency.
Yan Mo looked at the smoke and guessed that there should be hallucinogenic herbs in it. It's a pity that I can't get some. Some hallucinogenic herbs can have unexpected curative effects when used well. In the world he came to, 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 shaking.
He raised his head abruptly, his eyes staring blankly into the distance.
Yan Mo peeked over, only to find that an eye was drawn in the center of the old priest's forehead.
The pattern was quite realistic, and with the expression of the old priest at this time, it seemed that 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 let out a roar like a wild animal.
Accompanied by the roar of the old priest, the surrounding soldiers suddenly also roared, and even Yuan Zhan and others also roared together.
Is this a roar to drive away evil and possible dangers in the future? Yan Mo guessed. After all, whether it is a human or a beast, as long as they have hearing, they are afraid of loud noises. This way of shouting blessings was probably inspired by this.
The old priest waved his scepter vigorously, the roar stopped, and after a while, the old priest said in a strange but very clear tone: "In the north, five days' journey, heavy snow has arrived. In the south, Mount Hasa At the foot of the mountain, the low mountain ant tribe is hunting. In the east, the earth dragon is fighting with the ray peng, and the white eagle tribe is waiting. In the west, in a distant place... fire... big fire! God's wrath on all living beings, thick smoke, big fire! Forest It's burning, ahh!"
The old priest screamed, covered his forehead, and fell to the ground in pain.
Priest disciple Qiu Ning rushed forward immediately, and many soldiers also looked at the old priest worriedly.
The chief immediately ordered someone to carry the old priest back to his tent to rest.
Yan Mo's opened mouth was finally closed.
At first he thought that the old priest was pretending to be a ghost, but when he heard it later, he felt something was wrong.
If it was just pretending to be a ghost, he would never have explained it in such detail, and he had also mentioned the vistas in the four directions.
What does this mean? !
sky! The old guy can't really see that far, can he
No wonder the old guy was so virtuous, and his healing skills were so-so, that the chief and the people in the tribe still held him like a treasure.
It turns out that he really has such magical powers!
Yan Mo is a medical student. When he was young, he liked to travel around the world. He did see many 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 strange things that happened before him.
If the old priest is not lying, Yan Mo speculates that the other party's magical ability to see into the distance probably comes from the pineal gland under the eyebrows.
The human pineal gland itself is full of mystery. Some studies have even shown that the human pineal gland has degenerated, so what is the function of the pineal gland before degeneration? Did the third eye on some ancient animal fossils unearthed in the original world really exist
Yan Mo's hands were itchy, his heart was itchy, and his whole body was itching uncomfortably.
Such a vivid and ready-made living body example was placed in front of him, but he couldn't rush up to conduct detailed dissection and analysis, which was really too painful!
I don't know when the old priest died? If only he could get the news at that time, then he would definitely try to come back and steal the old priest's body for an autopsy.
If he can figure out the secret of the pineal gland... Yan Mo slapped his head hard, stop thinking about it, there is no World Contribution to Medicine Award for you here!
But he still wants to know that it has nothing to do with whether he wins the prize or not. Such a live example is placed in front of him but he can't touch it, which is as painful as a person who wants to smoke while looking at the cigarettes in the window and can't take them out.
While Yan Mo was drooling at the back of the old priest being carried away, the whole send-off ceremony was over, and the seven soldiers either carried or picked up their bags again, and the slaves also stood up, carrying the packages on the ground.
Yuan Zhan came over and picked up the little slave with one hand.
Yan Mo honestly reached out to take the wooden spear, and the luggage he had to carry was added to Yuan Zhan's luggage, so Yuan Zhan's large circle of fur was twice as thick as others.
The chief who was about to watch the soldiers leave couldn't help but frowned slightly when he saw Yuan Zhan walking with the slave with the broken leg.
Hide also felt strange, it should be said that everyone present felt strange.
It is normal for warriors to take slaves with them. Slaves can not only help hunt together on the road, guard the prey, watch the night, warm the nest, etc., 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 Zhan doesn't care what other people think, not to mention that the little slave is useful, even if he is useless, even if he takes his slave and eats it on the road, he will not keep it and give it to others.
The figures of the seven gradually faded away under the watchful eyes of the chief and many members of the tribe.
"Do you think they will find a new salt field?" The chief suddenly asked Hide who was beside him.
Looking at the group of people in the distance, he answered honestly: "It's hard."
The chief nodded and turned around, "Tell all the people that winter is coming from the north, and let everyone pack up and go into the cave."
"yes!"