Chapter 30 Aboriginal

Style: Fantasy Author: Yin Tian Shen YinWords: 2224Update Time: 24/01/13 16:28:49
On the seaside side of the Byson Mountains, countless towering giant sequoias seem to rise into the clouds.

These giant trees with an average height of more than 100 meters and incredible toughness are the natural keels of battleships. The giant redwood trees that are more than 150 years old, whether they are demonized or not, can be equivalent to sublimated spiritual plants. Hundreds and thousands of redwood trees The network formed by the interconnection of giant trees can even build a natural psychic field, with a hazy tree consciousness.

When the empire's southern pioneering group arrived in the South China Sea redwood forest area in the past, they were immediately overjoyed. They thought they had found an excellent natural warship base and built the predecessor of Harrison Port.

Whether it is the vast sea of ​​redwood forests or the ideally located deep-water port along the river and the sea, they are all needed by a large coastal city. At that time, the Empire Development Corps believed that they would build in the remote Nanling Build a great port and build this place into the largest commercial city in the southern province, and the human frontier will continue to advance towards the unknown South China Sea because of their exploration.

Not only that, although the Baisen Mountains, which have never been reclaimed, are wild and primitive, they also contain treasures that are unimaginable to humans - the psychic field itself will slowly condense the natural source of matter, allowing more magical powers with strange effects. Sublimated plants are born, and under the roots of some large tree sea communities that may have taken root for thousands of years, solidified high-purity element crystal blocks or even source material gems may have already been condensed.

Here, there are fruits that can cure all diseases, tree sap that can revive human flesh and bones, sublimated mineral veins buried under the earth, deep lairs that contain the bones of monsters that are more precious than gold, and a fertile land...

This is the perfect place for a pioneer group looking to carve out a new home.

But they missed an extremely important point.

Those are the indigenous people who have settled in the redwood forests for generations.

Those who worship the consciousness of the tree group, worship the powerful local monster aliens, and settle in the lush redwood forest are more than a hundred hostile cannibal indigenous tribes.

Although primitive, the indigenous people have primitive strength and superb hunting skills, and there are also sublimators called shamans among them. They have the ability to mobilize the local spiritual field, cooperate with and even control the battle of Warcraft.

What happened next was war.

The battles and killings between the indigenous people and the Empire's pioneering group have not completely ended to this day. Several of the most hostile tribes around Harrison Port have been wiped out. The monsters and primitive tree spirits they worshiped have been killed and burned, and their bodies have been burned. They were broken down into materials for reuse, and most of the other indigenous tribes that still existed were relatively gentle and willing to trade with the Empire.

But in contrast, the Imperial people cannot enter their 'holy land' at will and recognize their autonomy. Otherwise, the Empire may not lose, but Harrison Port will be destined to be destroyed.

Therefore, now, the two sides have clear territorial divisions, and neither side takes a step beyond the boundaries.

In the evening, on the west bank of Harrison Port and on the bank of the Ewok River, a group of redwood natives gathered among the deep and dense branches and shrubs of the jungle.

There were fifteen of them in total, most of them looked indifferent, as if they were waiting for something. All the indigenous faces and exposed skin have strange long or short lines. These lines allow them to better hide in the dense forest, and at the same time, the ancient blessings contained in them can also bring them more or less happiness. the power of.

"Achetu Shaman and three hunters are dead."

Soon after, taking advantage of the gradually dimming night, a hunter with the same tattoos all over his body quietly emerged from the shadows in the direction of Harrison Port. He communicated with other companions with simple words and gestures: "The Imperials didn't respond at all, and we The people negotiating have not yet given an explanation.”

There are no unnecessary embellishments, and no one expresses any intense emotions. The language of the indigenous people is very simple, but the anger and fear contained in the tone are transmitted to the faces of all the hunters along with the expressions of the hunters who speak.

"The sacrifice will begin tomorrow... Without a pure enough sacrifice, we cannot get the blessing of the great shaman!"

A hunter couldn't help but speak, with fear and anger: "Achetu is one of the few shamans in our tribe. He died, and we..."

The panic stems from the inability to fulfill the Great Shaman's demands, and the anger is directed at the Imperial people.

Their tribe is a rare 'moderate' tribe that is willing to exchange their needs with the empire through trade. Even if they really need sacrifices, they will not be like other 'brutal' tribes. Instead of raiding villages to hunt for sacrifices, try to trade resources and coins.

In their opinion, there was no doubt that this time there was a problem with the guy who had already negotiated with them, Osenner. The guy agreed to hand over his two nephews to them for thirty thalers, but it turned out that Regretfully, he called in the Imperial Guard and killed their shaman and several good hunters.

What? Oceana exploded with strength and killed Achetu Shaman and his party?

What a joke! It's not like they haven't seen Oceana before, a loser who is almost unconscious after inhaling black mushrooms. Any hunter present is confident that he can kill him in one breath!

"The Imperials must pay with their lives."

In the dim shadows, a hoarse and deep voice sounded.

When this voice sounded, all the other natives who were angrily condemning and cursing fell silent.

A tall hunter wearing a scale crown slowly stood up from the shadows - unlike his compatriots who were mostly only 1.3 meters, 1.4 meters, or at most 1.5 meters, this indigenous warrior was impressively tall. An astonishing two meters!

With muscles all over his body, he was just standing, overlooking everyone.

The scale-crested hunter was obviously the leader of this team. He said slowly: "I have prepared other preparations for the ceremony. At most, it will not amaze the great shaman and will not delay the dissatisfaction. As for the imperial people, let the owl and pigeon deliver a message to tell them. Lord, hand over the murderer, or wait for blood to be repaid.”

"The murderer of Achetu must pay blood for blood."

It can be seen that the scale-crested hunter's body also has vertical and horizontal lines. In addition, it is also covered with a dense layer of light gray scales, just like armor. And these fine and strong scales are exactly the same as those weird ones that crisscross the body. The lines are the source and spread to every corner of the body.

Looking around at all the hunters present, he said calmly: "Moreover, we have spent money to buy the sacrifices. Osenna and his nephew are our property. They intend to deny it, but this is meaningless."

"Find them. Kill them. Sacrifice them."

The Scale-crested Hunter gave the order, and all the other hunters bowed their heads silently to show their obedience to his order.

Under the fading sunlight, a dozen shadows disappeared silently among the dense aerial roots and intertwined branches and leaves.

Some of them are heading towards Harrison Port.

And just when the indigenous people moved.

Pude, the elder of the White people, followed by several followers, was walking hurriedly towards a luxurious and magnificent building in the center of Harrison Port.

That is theoretically the residence of the highest local official, the imperial aristocrat Viscount Grant.