Chapter 133 This Is My Primitive Tribe

Chapter 133

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In the forest south of the Veng tribe, six young people are walking cautiously while protecting an old man.

The old man's beard and hair are all white, but he is in good spirits, and there is a line on his face, showing that he is a one-colored warrior.

Not many tribesmen can live to old age.

Because the living environment is too bad, not only lack of food and clothing, but also after old age, because of the decline in body function, the chance of contracting diseases will also be high.

In such a harsh environment, once contracted a disease, if the witch in the tribe had mastered the skill of witch doctor, he might be able to survive.

There is also a problem, that is, after the soldiers get old, their strength will gradually decline.

Even if you are a powerful five-color warrior, when you are old and weak, you may become a two-color warrior, or even a one-color warrior.

If you get older and weaker, you won't be able to draw even a single line on your face.

This old man is so old, and he can still maintain the strength of a fighter of the same color, which shows that he used to be a strong fighter.

From the careful protection of the six young men, it can be seen that this old man has a very high status.

When they walked in front of the Thunder Mountain of the Vine Tribe, they saw a huge stone on which a totem pattern was painted with mineral pigments.

At the same time, a pair of eyes stared at their every move among the thorns.

One of the young people said excitedly: "It's the totem pattern, we really found a tribe."

The emotions of the others were also very excited, because it was not easy for them to get here. Many people died on the way, and if they went on, they would all have to die.

This is the sadness of tourists. After losing the protection of the tribe, it is too difficult to survive in the dangerous jungle.

The six young men were about to move forward immediately, but at this moment, the old man stopped them.

"Don't go in!"

The six youths looked back at the old man, obviously not understanding why he prevented them from entering.

The old man said: "Many tribes will set up a large number of traps around for safety. If they break in rashly, they will die without knowing how to die."

"Then...then what should we do?"

Those young people suddenly realized, and then they all looked at the old man, hoping that he could come up with an idea.

The old man said: "Shout, call out the people from this tribe. If they are willing to accept it, they will naturally bring us in. If they are not willing to accept it, we can only bypass the territory of this tribe."

One of the young people immediately shouted: "Is there anyone? We are tourists who came to defect..."

When the youth finished shouting, looking at the empty forest, it felt unlikely that anyone would respond.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Wait in place first!"

The six young people looked at the still empty forest and felt horrified because they didn't even know where people were hiding.

At this time, they were extremely fortunate that they obeyed the old man's words and didn't rush into it rashly.

In the forest, the one who answered was the dark whistle of the Vine tribe.

He hid in the pit of thorns, and after shouting, he quickly walked through the tunnel beside the pit for a while, and then he got out from behind a very hidden big rock and passed the message to the next person, the next person The people then pass the news back to the tribe.

It didn't take long for Jiang Xuan to learn of the arrival of tourists.

"Go and have a look."

Today's vine tribes have no shortage of food, and it is more than enough to accommodate a few tourists.

Jiang Xuan went out, and Nan Xing immediately accompanied twenty soldiers of the guard team, which could not only protect the leader, but also show the power of the tribe to those tourists.

When Jiang Xuan came to Leiming Mountain, those tourists were already anxiously waiting.

The only exception was the old man, who seemed calm.

Jiang Xuan walked in front of these tourists and said, "This is the rattan tribe, and I am the leader of the rattan tribe, Xuan."

Nan Xing and the others stood behind Jiang Xuan, holding weapons, watching the tourists vigilantly.

After hearing Jiang Xuan's words, those tourists were a little surprised, because Jiang Xuan was too young, even younger than their age.

What's more outrageous is that there are four horizontal lines painted on his face, which means that he is a powerful four-color warrior at such a young age.

Even the old man was very surprised by this. He had lived for so many years and had never seen such a young four-colored warrior.

Jiang Xuan was used to the reactions of others when they heard that he was the leader, and he continued: "Do you want to join our Vine tribe?"

When he said this, Jiang Xuan deliberately looked at the old man.

Although he still has a horizontal stripe on his face, he is too old, and if he were another tribe, he would definitely refuse to join the old man.

The old man said: "We really want to join the Vine tribe and ask the leader of Xuan to take him in."

Jiang Xuan pointed at the young tourists and said, "Of course there is nothing wrong with them, but you need to give me a reason to take them in."

It's not Jiang Xuan's heart. If he randomly recruits an old tourist back to the tribe, I'm afraid the clansmen in the tribe will have opinions.

After all, the older you are, the less you can do. If you don't have special skills, it will be a burden to the tribe.

If it is the old man of this tribe, that's all, after all, he once contributed to the tribe.

But he is a tourist and has nothing to do with the Vine tribe for the time being.

Those young tourists were in a hurry, and they all wanted to ask for mercy and let Jiang Xuan leave the old man behind.

The old man reached out his hand to stop them again, walked to Jiang Xuan himself, and said, "Boss Xuan, I can hit stone tools, and I won't eat for nothing."

"Yes, yes, Chief Xuan, Grandpa Blackstone's stone tools are very beautiful."

"That's right."

Those young tourists agreed one after another, trying their best to tell Jiang Xuan how good and durable the old man named "Black Stone" was at hitting stone tools.

Jiang Xuan asked in surprise, "Are you a stone tool master?"

"That's right."

The old man Heishi asked the young tourists to put down the two animal skin bags and untied the bags, revealing a large number of tools for grinding stone tools inside.

There are stone hammers, stone nails, stone chisels, stone diamonds

Jiang Xuan only felt that it was an eye-opener. It was the first time he had seen so many professional stone tools.

The rattan tribe grinds stone tools by simply rudely smashing, knocking, and then grinding hard.

It's very rare to have a lot of tools like an old man.

Jiang Xuan suddenly realized that the tribesmen in this world have existed for a very long time. Although they are still in primitive times, they have accumulated a lot of technology and experience.

For example, witch medicine, such as the technology of grinding stone tools and bone tools, is far more sophisticated than he imagined.

The Vine tribe is now short of these professionals.

Jiang Xuan saw the pile of professional tools and noticed the thick calluses on the hands of the old man Heishi, and immediately said: "The Vine tribe can temporarily take you in, but whether you can join or not depends on your performance."

"Thank you, Chief Xuan for taking him in."

Jiang Xuan's words made those young tourists heave a sigh of relief. The expression of the old man was relatively calm. Obviously, he had experienced a lot and had become very calm.

"Come on, come with me."

Jiang Xuan took the seven tourists into the woods and followed a specific route. When passing through the cage vine area, he also drilled a tunnel.

Along the way, after Jiang Xuan's random instructions, these tourists saw a lot of terrifying traps and terrifying plants.

This makes them very grateful that they did not rush in rashly.

When they walked out of the forest, they saw a large open crop field, and many Vine tribesmen worked during the period.

There are also hundreds of large and small houses, neatly arranged.

The most shocking thing is the huge divine vine that entangles the stone mountain, and the giant dragonfly that flies through the sky from time to time, setting off a gust of wind.

They were shocked to find that this small tribe was different from other tribes everywhere and felt very powerful.

After seeing the Vine tribe, the old man Heishi was finally moved. Although the Vine tribe was not large, it was definitely the most special one among the tribes he had ever seen.

Jiang Xuan took them to a newly built empty house on the right side of the tribe, and said to them: "You guys will live here first, take a rest today, and the food will be delivered. From tomorrow, you will have to work."

"In addition, above the stone mountain is the patron saint of our Vine tribe. Remember, you must not offend the gods, or you will be expelled from the tribe."

Those tourists nodded, indicating that they remembered.

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In the forest south of the Veng tribe, six young people are walking cautiously while protecting an old man.

The old man's beard and hair were all white, but he was in good spirits, and there was a line on his face, showing that he was a one-colored warrior.

Not many tribesmen can live to old age.

Because the living environment is too bad, not only lack of food and clothing, but also after old age, because of the decline in body function, the chance of contracting diseases will also be high.

In such a harsh environment, once contracted a disease, if the witch in the tribe mastered the skill of a powerful witch doctor, he might be able to survive.

There is also a problem, that is, after the soldiers get old, their strength will gradually decline.

Even if you are a powerful five-color warrior, when you are old and weak, you may become a two-color warrior, or even a one-color warrior.

If you age a little more, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com is weak and unable to draw even a single line on his face.

This old man is so old, and he can still maintain the strength of a fighter of the same color, which shows that he used to be a strong fighter.

From the careful protection of the six young men, it can be seen that this old man has a very high status.

When they walked in front of the Thunder Mountain of the Vine Tribe, they saw a huge stone on which a totem pattern was painted with mineral pigments.

At the same time, a pair of eyes stared at their every move in the thorns.

One of the young people said excitedly: "It's the totem pattern, we really found a tribe."

The emotions of the others were also very excited, because it was not easy for them to get here. Many people died on the road, and if they went on, they would all have to die.