Savage tribes are wild.
Many tribes in Jiuli like to decorate their houses with bones. Obviously, it was very common in this ancient era to use bones to beautify their homes. Savages like to use more bones to show their taste and strength. There are many stone caves on both sides of the valley. The savages hold bones as weapons, and there are many weapons from the Western Regions and the Central Plains. Maces seem to be very popular.
The man has a strong and tall body, the man has a strong back, and the woman has wheat-colored skin and is brave and wild.
Savages, both men and women, are the best warriors. They wrap themselves in simple animal skins, wear bare feet without shoes, and wear their heads casually. Especially those warrior-like women have proud figures that are enough to make most women lose their self-confidence. The looming plumpness makes a dragon move. Don't open your eyes...
The tools are primitive and backward, but the accommodation is very clean.
Riding a black horse, he slowly walked into the tribe gate. Behind him, a group of swordsmen were still studying swordsmanship, turning a blind eye to the charming savage woman.
Under the leadership of the savages, we walked towards the huge stone house in the middle of the valley. It looked like the residence of the highest figure in the tribe. It was a huge cave dug directly into the cliff without any obstruction.
Many savages pointed at Chunyang and his group, especially Bai Yu who was riding in front.
The few white scales on her face became the focus of attention. As for beauty, the savage tribe did not like this. They preferred women who were strong and could kill a wolf with one punch.
No one expressed welcome or said any polite words. The savage's mind is simpler than that of a swordsman.
Bai Yu dismounted, walked carelessly into the cave and sat down. Twenty fellow disciples continued to discuss cultivation matters outside. The sharp sword intent frightened the barbarians who wanted to come forward to cause trouble.
The cave is very clean, surrounded by large and small stones used as stools. There are no waiters and no tea.
The savage who can transform into a giant tiger is sitting there. He is more than two meters tall and has explosive muscles all over his body. His skin is wheat-colored and his hair is very long. What attracts a certain Jiao's attention the most is his pair of big feet. His rough toenails are covered with scratches. There is still some mud embedded in the gaps between the nails. The skin of the feet is very thick, which can protect the soles of the feet when running wildly in the mountains. The sparse black hair on the insteps is very unique.
The savage leader looked down at Bai Yu, carefully observed the scales on his face and shook his head.
"Little girl, you are too thin."
The corner of a certain dragon's mouth twitched.
There was no way to explain this kind of thing to him. He couldn't show his true colors. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to accidentally trample to death several savages from the tribe.
"Actually, I'm here to inquire about something, that..." Before Bai Yu could finish speaking.
"Are you from Chunyang Palace?"
"Ang...yes."
Although he is a savage, Zhongyuan speaks fluently, and he seems to be a savage with stories.
I don’t know why the savage leader suddenly mentioned this. It’s best not to have a grudge against Chunyang. That would be really self-defeating. Try not to do anything if you can. Killing people and destroying the world at every turn is not normal. If you don’t practice well and fight all day long, it’s a bit weird. The son is not doing his job properly.
The leader seemed to be recalling something. He raised his head and glanced at the Zixu monks outside the huge cave. Bai Yu found that his big feet shrank back unconsciously, as if he was afraid of something.
"They look very much like the same person. He is the strongest man I have ever seen in the world. The powerful beast in the ice field in the north of the snow-capped mountains was killed by that man. He was very powerful..."
Looking at the savage leader, and then turning to look at the Zixu Sword Cultivators outside, Bai Yu felt that something wonderful must have happened that year. Being called the strongest man by the savages who are known for their power and ferocity, could it be...
"His name is Gan Wu."
The savage leader was obviously frightened when he said this name. Although he hid it well, he was still noticed by Bai Yu's keen perception.
After hearing the name, Bai Yu nodded without any exaggeration, because this was normal.
The strongest one in Zixu's lineage is Qi Yun with a cold face, and the second is Gan Wu. Peak master Qi Yun usually stays in Shenhua Mountain and rarely appears. The one who teaches Zixu disciples to practice and travels around the world to appear in front of the world is Gan Wu. It is difficult for a lunatic who has practiced selflessness and swordlessness to the extreme to gain an advantage through numbers. There is only one way to defeat such a person, and that is to be even crazier than him.
He rummaged through the storage bag and took out a huge piece of white paper with a broken bone pattern drawn on it in a sketch.
"Have you seen this? I want to know where you found it. I can use the goods to exchange information with you. I promise not to deceive anyone. I have a good reputation."
Surprisingly, the savage leader was actually very easy to talk to, maybe on the condition that he didn't take the initiative to stir up trouble, or maybe it was the twenty famous Zixu sword cultivators outside.
The two-meter-tall strong man looked at it carefully.
Snapped!
A slap on the thigh startled Bai Yu.
"It's a sacred object in our tribe! It was stolen by a few Central Plains people back then! Wow...!"
not good! It turned out to be a sacred object of the savage tribe! Is this guy going to go on a rampage and get into a fight?
Before Bai Yu could take out the sword and shield, the barbarian leader stretched out his hand and scratched his lower back. The rough nails rubbed against the flesh and made a squeaking sound. The crumbs of skin fell like rain, without any intention of taking action.
"Aren't you angry?"
"Why are you angry? It's good that the sacred objects are lost. They can't be used or eaten, and they have to be guarded every day. The place where I sat used to be used to place the sacred objects, but now I sit there."
"..."
This is the most generous human being Bai Yu has ever seen. If other people were robbed of sacred objects, they would have to fight to the death even if they didn't want to. They would even sacrifice the lives of countless tribesmen to get the creatures back. Some even killed their families for this. Look at how real these savages are. They can't eat them. If you steal it, you can steal it. If you keep it, you have to occupy a good seat.
What an open-minded mentality, or in other words, ordinary savages have no interest in this thing.
Bai Yu felt that it was because there were no clergy in the clan that he didn't care. If there were clergy, they would have deceived the whole clan to work hard for their own jobs and jobs. The savage tribe had no clergy but only one leader, so it would save a lot of troubles.
"Then where did you get this thing?"
Hearing this, the savage leader scratched his big head and began to remember.
"My grandfather told me that he was about to die at that time. A wild boar's tooth pierced his chest. He couldn't hear what he said. It was very painful..."
"..."
Although I really want to say that I am not interested in how your grandfather died, he was obviously a savage, why are you so verbose?
"He said that his grandfather was seriously injured by a wild boar. Before he died, he struggled to tell him one very important thing. That was when his grandfather..."
Outside the cave, the monk Zixu, who has always been indifferent and ruthless, holds the hilt of the sword in his hand...
Bai Yu understood that this was fate. In the wild, it was common for wild boars and tigers to fight to win or lose. The half-orc tiger leader also had an indissoluble bond with the wild boar and could be called the terminator of the tribe leader.
Fortunately, the story about the wild boar comes to an end and comes to the crux.
"The tribe went out and walked north for fifty sunrises to find the sacred object under the ice field."
"This iron rod was given to you, but it's gone."
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