Herb gatherers are people who take food from the mouths of the natives.
Because of the hot and humid climate and densely jungled terrain, the indigenous people in southern Xinjiang are not good at farming. Even if they find an extremely beneficial herb, it is difficult to find a suitable place to transplant it, and even if it is transplanted, it is difficult to grow it.
Therefore, they are accustomed to sowing seeds at will. After worshiping the spirit of the sea of trees, the people of Southern Xinjiang will sow the seeds wherever they think is suitable and let nature decide whether the seeds can germinate and become useful.
This has been the case for nearly a thousand years.
In other words, in a sense, all the herbs and sublime plants in the entire southern coastal redwood forest range from the ordinary red nuts that are too filling to the teeth, to the rare ones that can enhance psionic vision. "Double Leaves" are all the fruits of the sowing of these indigenous people.
Naturally, the herb gatherers in the empire were despicable bandits who stole their fruits from the natives.
In this regard, Brin found the logic of these indigenous people quite interesting, and he also felt that the other party was right. After all, if the indigenous people had not been sowing seeds for hundreds of years, the various sublimated plants and herbs in the south would never have been available. Now this order of magnitude.
But so what?
He will grab it!
The speed of indigenous hunters is much faster than that of ordinary people. Although they are not as good as sublime hunters, they are more agile in the jungle because of their thin and light body.
At this moment, there was another surprise attack. In Brin's eyes, the opponent was like a shadow that shuttled through the forest. It came close to his eyes quietly, and then the poisonous snake poked its head out and bit it!
clang!
An extremely loud sound of metal collision suddenly sounded, but Brin took out the medicine-collecting knife from behind in the breath of the indigenous attack, and steadily blocked the opponent's attack.
He even had the energy to roar angrily, pressing forward and down, forcing the attacking natives back, and he took advantage of the situation to roll backwards to avoid the blow darts of the second native on the other side.
During the ups and downs, with Ian's reminder, although Brin rolled to the side in embarrassment, covered with rotten leaves and sand, he escaped, escaped from the unformed encirclement of the indigenous people, and picked up a Life.
However, Brin, who often interacts with indigenous people, knows very well that this is not the end.
Because there are three people on the other side!
"Ian! Run!"
Relying on his skillful experience, Brin had just finished rolling, and then forced himself to sideways, and a dim light flickered, flying right in front of his eyes, bringing with it a burst of woodiness.
It is the poisonous dart wood blowing darts commonly used by the indigenous people. Although it does not have the same miraculous effect on medium and large creatures like the Terrans as it does on small creatures such as geese and grass rabbits, the blood will seal the throat if stabbed. Brin even carries anti-venom with him, but at this time, he was hit One arrow can basically declare death.
Brin's smooth dodge also made the hunter who thought he was sure to hit was slightly startled. In the blink of an eye, the herb gatherer who had finished shouting had hid behind the palm elm tree and entered a blind spot.
Even Ian, who was frowning in the distance and looking into the distance, couldn't help but be surprised by the opponent's skill when he noticed this.
This is not surprising.
If you want to be a herb-gathering robber, you also need to have basic skills, and snatching herbs and sublimated plants from the indigenous base camp requires considerable skills - otherwise, you are not a herb gatherer, but a meat delivery person.
Use your own blood to water the flowers of the natives, and use your own meat to feed them. Perhaps it is the earliest express delivery industry in the Terra continent.
Although Brin was beaten to the ground with a slap from Elder Puder, who was Elder Puder? The top three sublimators in the entire Harrison Port, the inherited sublimation bloodline 'Rock-bearing Lizard' can also reach the third level of advanced inheritance, not to mention that the other party is an elder, how can Brin dare to hide.
"Looks like I'm going to die here today!"
In a few breaths, he even dodged several consecutive attacks from the natives, and his surprise had no time to turn into cold sweat. Brin thought to himself that if he could fight alone, he would be fine if he could deal with one native hunter. If he fought with his life against two, and now three, he Can't even escape.
So without hesitation, he immediately yelled: "Come on, Ian, go to the breeding factory next to you and call someone! The two Aubrey brothers should still be there. Tell them to bring their bows and shields to avenge me!"
The area around this tidal flat is managed by the White people, and there are oyster and shellfish farms next to it. If Brin remembers correctly, there are usually seven or eight people stationed inside, including several experts.
But Ian didn't need his reminder. Long before he reminded Brin to be careful about sneak attacks, he had already made up his mind to go to the breeding factory to ask for help.
But the current situation is obviously not right.
Because the breeding plant is burning.
It was already evening, and the sun was gradually sinking into the sea, spreading a dim orange-red halo.
However, just offshore, a bright golden-red flame was spreading. The bright flame brought up a column of hot wind and smoke rising into the sky, carrying countless scattered golden-red embers upwards, causing the surrounding sea area to rise. All were clearly illuminated.
What was burning was the wooden house where the garrison lived in front of the breeding plant. The fire reflected back and dragged Ian's shadow very long behind him. However, the boy did not pay attention to the situation at the breeding plant for a long time. He turned his head and looked. To a sea farther away.
The crimson fire distorted the air, and dark smoke columns rolled upwards.
The fishing village further away also burned.
With Harrison Port as the center, the settlers of the empire founded many small villages. They were originally outposts, fortresses and captured indigenous gathering places built during the past battles with the indigenous people. Now they are all villages and towns.
But now, little bits of fire were burning in many places, and in one breath, Ian could see five.
The natives didn't just attack them. They attacked all the outer villages of Port Harrison.
"Did the natives attack? Much faster than I expected."
His heart sank slightly. Although Ian had been vigilant since seven days ago, so it was not surprising that the natives were attacking, but he was still confused: "But it was just a warning. How could they break through the port's defenses?"
Before he had time to think about it, Brin had just issued his second warning, asking Ian to quickly seek help, but he had no intention of leaving.
——The breeding factory is probably completely wiped out. If he wants to leave, he can only go back to Harrison Port. But how can he escape the tracking of the natives in the open space along the coast or in the forest? Are you being used as a target for others?
So now, what he has to do is simple.
"I'm just an engineer."
Turning his head, Ian looked at the three indigenous hunters who had already surrounded Brin, planning to deal with the threatening herb collector before dealing with his own child: "I don't have any fighting skills."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his precognitive vision, and locked the opponent's position. The rhythm of his breathing became long and gentle, and his heart rose and fell powerfully: "It is not as powerful as the genetic warrior."
"So, we can only use smarter methods."
At this moment, Brin was struggling to hold on. He was rolling and climbing through the jungle, dodging left and right, and waving his knife from time to time, but not to block the enemy, but to cut through the vines and thick aerial roots to escape.
Counterattack?
If he could really kill three people in one attack, why would he be a herb gatherer? Why not become the captain of the city defense team? He, Brin, has some talent, but not that much. He can't get up or down, he doesn't want to be a farmer, and he's not good at using force. He's stuck here, and he can only hang out as a herb collector.
However, during the rapid pursuit, he had already figured out that the three indigenous hunters chasing him were one using a knife and a short gun, one using a blow dart, and the other using a blow dart and a bow. They were a very standard team for hunting medium and large prey.
They work very well together and should be the backbone of a tribe.
but why? There are not many backbone hunters among the natives. There are only a few dozen in a large tribe of 1,000 people. Why would three of them come here to attack me?
Brin couldn't figure it out and didn't want to fight. However, he was too tall and could not move faster than the natives in the jungle.
As a fishy wind mixed with the excited screams of the natives came from behind, he knew without looking back that the fastest-moving knife-wielding native had caught up with him, and it was very likely that he had swung the knife towards his back.
This time it was really like a light on his back, and he even had the illusion of the blade piercing his own flesh and blood.
"court death!"
At this critical moment, Brin suddenly turned around. He gritted his teeth and stopped abruptly. Then he opened his arms and turned around to hug the incoming indigenous swordsman!
