No words were spoken that night.
Wuming and Boxe chose an empty earthen house and took turns to keep watch. Fortunately, the situation they were worried about did not occur.
In the morning, the two men fought in an open space with stone spears. After all, they did not have any extraordinary powers now and could only rely on the various fighting techniques they had learned in the past.
The two fought back and forth. Boshe was obviously using a stick method, mainly sweeping and chopping, with wide-ranging moves. Wuming had more tricks, and the stone spear in his hand was like a dangerous poisonous snake, especially the several times he shot back. If Wuming hadn't deliberately missed the target, Boshe would have been stabbed in the throat.
"Alright, alright, let's stop fighting. Your kung fu is too good." After the fight was over, Boshe realized that he was no match for Wuming and shouted helplessly.
Wuming did a somersault and stuck the stone spear into the ground, saying with a smile: "You shouldn't use this weapon. You should change it to a longer stick that is more flexible."
"Actually it's a wizard's wand." Boshe said with a wry smile.
He is a mage who practices inner cultivation. Because mages usually have weak combat power in the early stages, they learn various combat skills to protect themselves, and the most popular one is the stick technique.
Every powerful wizard must be a master of stick techniques. After all, those who are not good at stick techniques have died before they grew up.
The two men sat on the rocks at the edge of the square. A savage brought them drinking water and some fruit. The two men ate while observing the entire tribe.
The things in the tribe have been almost packed up, but we don’t know when to start migrating.
"Let's split up and investigate to see if we can find out what animal forced the tribe to migrate." Wuming finished eating a fruit and said to Boxe.
Boshe nodded, looked at the old man not far away, and said, "I'll go talk to him."
"Be careful not to reveal any flaws." Wuming warned.
Now the two of them must support each other. He absolutely does not want Boshe to die, and Boshe certainly does not want him to die.
After the two separated, Wuming walked over to a young man who was sharpening a stone spear, squatted down, and just looked at the young man. At first, the young man was able to remain calm, but as Wuming watched him, he became a little panicked.
"Kasan, Gulokamutika?" The young man raised his head and asked cautiously.
Wuming drew a circle on the ground, then drew a creature that looked like a tiger, and then drew some people running away inside the circle.
"… "
The young man looked at Wuming with some confusion, then he picked up a stone on the ground and drew a person next to the tiger.
people
Wuming was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he was not sure whether the boy was drawing a person or a humanoid creature.
He wiped the painting off the ground, holding the stone spear in his hand and returned to the place where he had just rested. A moment later, Boshe came back. He said helplessly, "It's completely impossible to communicate. It's a bit troublesome."
"I do know a little information."
Wuming spoke, and then told Boshe that the boy had drawn a person.
"Human? Or humanoid creatures like vampires?" Boshe frowned and said with a bad feeling.
The main thing is that if the gap between people is not big, there is no need for the entire tribe to migrate together. The danger that can make the entire tribe migrate at all costs must be something that the entire tribe cannot resist.