When they came to the market, there were scattered wanderers walking around. Some of them were probably from the grassland tribe, who were relatively close to here. They set up fixed stalls with their things and gathered with their clansmen. There were many people. Don't be afraid of being bullied by anyone.
The Mang Tribe and the Weiba Tribe have at least these two tribes in town. Others don’t dare to make trouble. pen.
But it was different here. There were often large groups fighting each other. When Shao Xuan and the others passed, the fight had just ended, and the two distant teams fought each other, each with casualties. There are still many bloodstains on the ground after the battle. Some people are cleaning up the corpses, while others are not surprised, stepping on the ground full of flesh and blood and still not changing their faces.
This is a place to speak in terms of strength, using the most primitive competition rules. Without strength, even if you are slaughtered, no one will look at you.
The good thing is, compared to the markets of the Mang tribe and the Weiba tribe, because they have not really entered the central part, there are fewer travelers from the central part. It is a warrior of the grassland tribe, and some nearby tribesmen also come here to trade.
Some of the people who set up stalls here pull out cattle, sheep and other livestock to wait for the trade, while others, like the Pu tribe, exchange things from other places and then sell them here.
Most of the items on the market are livestock, food, tools and weapons, as well as medicinal herbs. In general, the types are far less than those of the Mang and Weiba tribes, but they are still lively. The only trading hub in the area.
The tall and sturdy warriors were talking loudly, and some of them were talking.
Shao Xuan asked someone to inquire briefly, but he hadn't heard of any tourist groups coming, which made Mai a little disappointed. It seems that finding someone is not so simple.
Kuntu did not give up. Even in the market, he would blow the whistle every time he walked, hoping that there would be someone in the market who could understand the sound of the whistle. Otherwise, how could he find other tourists in such a big place? Or maybe, other people are not as lucky as their team, and they are in deep trouble because they can't meet the warriors sent by the Flaming Horn Tribe
Thinking about things, Kuntu absentmindedly walked behind Mai. They walked around the market to no avail. They were about to leave, but when they passed the mountain closest to the market, they heard a whistle.
It's the same sound that Quintu's whistle blows.
"It's them!" Kuntu's eyes lit up, and he looked around, unable to determine the position for a while.
Mai et al had better ears, and they locked the position immediately.
"Over there! Go, go over there!" Finally got a clue, Mai was very happy, but at the same time he was worried, because that mountain was the resting place for the travelers who came and went. Not only were there many people and forces, but also Totem Warrior. It's really not a good place for tourists.
Shao Xuan has also encountered such a mountain. In the market of the Mang and Weiba tribes, he followed the expedition team of the Pu tribe to live in a similar cave, and he also saw the way of fighting for the cave with his own eyes. Said that it was completely preempted by strength, and because of this, he wondered why the tourists Kuntu said would go there.
The whistle sounded twice, then stopped, and Kuntu blew again, but there was no response.
"Why didn't they blow?" Lang Ga wondered.
"Maybe something really happened." Shao Xuan said.
The mountain as a resting place seems to have been hollowed out. There are also several entrances and exits around the bottom of the mountain. The most important one directly divides the mountain that has been dug into a ring. Therefore, If you look down from above, this mountain for the travelers to rest looks like an arc of nearly three hundred degrees.
Many movements in the mountain were dug out by hand, and there were holes everywhere.
When Shao Xuan and the others rushed over to the mountain, there were ten tourists standing there on the arc-shaped mountain where the far-travelers rested, and several of them were injured, and they did not care to wipe off the blood. In front of them, a long-distance team surrounded them.
The others around looked at them like they were watching a play. No one would intervene in this situation, but this kind of thing made them more interesting. things happen.
Among the ten people, the leading tourist was called Chi Yi. He was holding a wooden whistle tightly in his hand. It was not him who blew the whistle just now, but a young man beside him. It was just that the other party hadn't blown twice, Chi Yi. He took the wooden whistle. He naturally knew that there were his companions nearby, but he couldn't let them come over, everyone was tourists, and here, it was like a big mouth full of fangs, and those totem warriors were the ones who could crucify people one by one. Fangs, if tourists come in, they will have to peel off the skin if they don't die. Ten of them don't matter, if others come, they will die as many as they come.
In front of Chi Yi and the others, the people from the long-distance team looked at them playfully, as if they were playing with prey in a cage.
"Why don't you continue to play? Are your companions here? Continue to play, call them over, and let me see what your companions look like." said a person from the far-reaching team on the opposite side.
"That's right, keep blowing, we will pick up as many as you want."
"Are there any women?" The person beside him echoed.
Listening to the words of the people around them, the expressions of Chi Yi and others became even worse, but now, they couldn't escape.
Chi Yi looked at the people in another cave not far away. There were quite a few he knew, but none of them stood up to help them.
When everyone was looking at Chi Yi, in a cave further up, a totem warrior entered the cave with a clay pot filled with water, and while walking in, he said to the other companions in the cave: "The tourists are so daring now that only ten people dare to come here." He just went to fetch water, and he happened to see the scene over there when he was going up the mountain.
"Tourists? Why do tourists come to such a place? Even if you enter a hundred, it's a wild card." Someone asked in the cave.
"Who knows." The person holding the clay pot said indifferently, "You want to know that you can go out and watch, it hasn't started yet."
"What's so good about it, if two far-strider teams are fighting, I'm still a little interested, tourist? Tsk." The man pouted, leaning against the cave wall and looking at the man who came out from the depths of the cave, "Gula, You say, what exactly happened to the mountain knife? Could it be that it really encountered other mountain eagles?"
The person who came out of the cave didn't answer, just sighed.
In the cave, a wounded eagle stayed there to rest. It had many scratches and bite wounds, and there were many bald spots on its body. The feathers were forcibly pulled out, and many places were still bleeding. better. Compared to Chacha, this eagle named "Shaan Dao", which is about the size of Chacha, was injured much more seriously.
Gula took out the kettle and took a few sips of water, recalling the situation when he saw the mountain knife coming back this morning. I thought that the mountain knife would not encounter a strong enemy in the air in this area. With the size and strength of the mountain knife, it would be good not to kill other birds. The chance of encountering a strong enemy is too small. When it came back, everyone was dumbfounded.
At that time, the feathers of the mountain knife were stained with blood, and the feathers on the body were somewhat reversed, and the flight was unstable. After feeding some medicine, he calmed down, and now he is sleeping, otherwise if he was awake, he would probably struggle to continue flying out to find a fight.
What the hell happened to make it hurt like this? Gula doesn't know.
Among the people resting in the cave, there were two young people in their teens who were bored, so they went outside the cave to see how things were going.
"It turned out to be the people of the Dishan tribe, and they can also bully some weak people." One of them said with contempt after seeing the far-reaching team over there.
On Chi Yi's side, when he was thinking about how to deal with the current situation, he heard the whistle sound from outside the mountain again, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to hear it.
Chi Yi is in a hurry, what are you doing here? To die? !
The people from the Dishan tribe smiled with interest, looked at Chi Yi, who was pale and defeated, and the leader said: "It seems that your companions have come over. It's the same sentence, or you can bring people over yourself. Or, you and your companions, stay here!"
Chi Yi's muscles twitched because of excessive anger and anxiety, and turned to look at the opening of the mountain. Heart: Don't come in, don't!
Not only Chi Yi, but other people also looked curiously at the opening of the mountain below, and the whistle sound came from there. Many people think: Today's tourists are daring and fat, knowing that this is the territory of the totem warriors, they will easily be killed when they come in, and they still run here. idiot
Above, two young warriors lie down in the walkway in front of the cave, craned their necks to look down. What does this fat man look like
Soon, everyone saw an ordinary-looking dark man running in with a wooden whistle in his mouth. Look next to him... Huh
This time, the people in the mountain were puzzled. The twenty or so people who came in with the whistleblower did not look like tourists!
Mai glanced around and stopped at Chiyi's place. Without waiting for Kuntu to find the way up the mountain, he took a few quick steps, grabbed Kuntu's animal skin coat, bent his legs, and sent his body to the high place. place.
For the people of the Yanjiao tribe, mountain climbing is a common thing, and they are very skilled. They have climbed even the steep mountain, and they climbed every time they hunt. Therefore, for them, in the mountain where the far-walkers rest, it is absolutely impossible to climb up. It's easy to reach your destination without a walkway.
Like an ape climbing a tree, the twenty or so people jumped up the mountain in the blink of an eye, standing where the Chiyi and Dishan tribes were.
"Sure enough, it's a totem warrior!"
"Except for totem warriors, it is impossible for tourists to climb the mountain so easily, it is as easy as climbing a tree."
"But, why are those totem warriors mixed with tourists? Could it be the rescue that the tourist moved in?"
The people in the mountain were talking.