The distance between the two parties became shorter and shorter, and they gradually saw each other's appearance and expressions clearly.
The barbarian looked little different from ordinary people from a distance, except that he was taller, stronger, and wore clothes roughly sewn from animal skins. The only obvious difference from ordinary people was that his lower jaw was slightly protruding and his two fangs were exposed. On the outside of the lips, there is a wild scent.
What surprised Yi Yi and Xiao Tian was that although the barbarian had a vigilant look on his face, he didn't show much hostility.
The barbarian was also stunned when he saw the obvious appearance of Bu Xiaotian and their clan members.
"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo?"
The barbarian asked again, with a strange tone. Bu Xiaotian and Letian couldn't understand what he was saying at all. They looked at each other and did not answer.
"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo?"
The barbarian thought they didn't hear clearly, so when he got closer, he asked the two of them again.
Bu Xiaotian and Letian finally confirmed that the barbarians on the opposite side were indeed not hostile, so they relaxed their vigilance slightly and shook their heads at the barbarians.
"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo?"
The barbarian asked several more times, but when Bu Xiaotian and the others just shook their heads but did not answer, he finally realized that they did not understand his words, so he did not ask again, and waved to the two of them, indicating that they should follow him.
The two of them relied on their skill and bravery and did not refuse, so they followed the barbarian into the tribe.
The barbarian's shout just now has alerted other people in the tribe. At this time, many barbarians who looked similar to Bu Xiaotian had gathered here.
One of the barbarians who seemed to be the leader walked out of the crowd and faced the three of them.
When the barbarian who led Bu Xiaotian and his two men saw the barbarian who came out, they performed a strange courtesy.
"Ada ooooooooo?"
The barbarian leader pointed at the two people and asked.
"Dah ah cool ah cool ah Snow."
The barbarian who led Bu Xiaotian and the others replied.
"Hey! Where is the devil's cave, you Vani?"
The barbarian leader looked at Bu Xiaotian and asked again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Bu Xiaotian couldn't understand what he was asking and couldn't answer.
However, the barbarian who brought them back spoke, seeming to be explaining something:
"Oh wow Nisiro!"
"oh?"
"Ah da."
The barbarian leader glanced at Bu Xiaotian and Letian, and seemed to be sure that they were no harm to the tribe. He nodded and said to the barbarian who brought them back:
"Suck, suck, suck, suck."
The barbarian who brought them back responded:
"Aduo."
He glanced back at Bu Xiaotian and Letian, motioned for them to follow, then turned around and followed the barbarian leader towards the center of the tribe, as if he wanted to take them to meet someone.
Although the two of them didn't know what he was going to do, they were not afraid and followed him through the crowd.
The other barbarians followed a few people at a distance, pointing and chattering. There was no fear or hostility in their eyes, only curiosity.
Only some older barbarians looked at the backs of Bu Xiaotian and Letian, showing a trace of thought and worry.
The tribe was not big, with only about twenty tents, and a barbarian family lived in each tent. Soon they came to a big tent in the center of the tribe.
This tent is really big, twice as big as other tents. It seems that the barbarians living here are very important to the entire tribe.
"Gu Li Gu La..."
The barbarian leader stopped outside the tent and mumbled a lot before stopping.
"Arno!"
An old voice came from the tent, with a hint of weakness that could not be concealed.
After receiving permission, the barbarian leader stretched out his hand to open the curtain and led Bu Xiaotian and Letian into the tent. As for the barbarian who brought them here in the first place, they stayed outside.
After entering the tent, the two quietly looked around, only to find that the furnishings in the largest tent in the entire tribe were very simple.
There were no tables or stools, only a few pieces of animal skins spread on the ground. On the innermost ground, many animal skins were spliced and overlapped, and a thin and old barbarian lay on them.
The old barbarian was lying on the "bed" made of animal skins. When he saw Bu Xiaotian and Letian coming in with the barbarian leader, there was obvious surprise on his face.
"Human... clan?"
Bu Xiaotian and Letian were both shocked when they heard the old barbarian's words. What he just said was actually the language of the human race!
"hehe…"
Seeing the surprised expressions of the two men, the old barbarian smiled softly and then said:
"You...don't be...surprised, I am...the...priest of...this...tribe. The priest...must learn...the human...conversation...language."
The old barbarian spoke very slowly, intermittently, and his tone was a bit strange. It seemed that he was not very familiar with the human language and he had to think for a while every time he said a word.
But Bu Xiaotian and Letian understood what he meant.
"Are you the priest of this tribe? Barbarians still have priests?"
Although Bu Xiaotian had also heard of barbarian priests, he was not too clear about the details. On the contrary, Letian seemed to know more about these than him and asked in surprise.
"The true God...favors...the priests...are."
The true god among the old barbarians is naturally the desolate god they believe in. Legend has it that the barbarians were created by the desolate god.
The god of waste opened up the world, created the barbarians with his own flesh and blood, and gave some of them unusual powers, including great strength, disease, soul control, beast control, and weather.
This is the origin of the five barbarian tribes.
Therefore, in the hearts of every barbarian, the Wild God is the only true god in the world, and it is also where their faith lies.
The people who control these powers are their priests. The status of priests in the hearts of the barbarians is extremely high. If anyone dares to insult the priests of a tribe, they will be hunted down by the entire tribe!
Lotte never expected that the thin old barbarian in front of him turned out to be the priest of this tribe.
"Does Aragami really exist?"
Lotte asked again.
"The true God is always there, and the priests can feel it."
Perhaps because he recalled more human languages, the old priest spoke much more smoothly.
"Which of the five barbarian tribes are you?"
"Unexpectedly, there are still people among the human race who remember the five great desolate races!"
Hearing Lotte's question, the old priest showed emotion:
"We are a branch of the Yuling Clan. Is that what the human race calls us?"
"It turns out to be the Yuling Clan! No wonder!"
Hearing the word "Yu Ling Clan", Letian showed a hint of understanding.
Legend has it that the priests of the Yuling Clan can control birds, beasts, insects, and fish, and can even communicate with them. This ability is extremely powerful whether it is used to fight enemies or to gather information.
"So the barbarian who first discovered us just now was also a priest? He discovered us through the beasts and bugs in the grass?"
"Yes, he is my disciple, but he hasn't learned the human language yet."
The old priest nodded and replied.
Hearing this, Bu Xiaotian also understood the whole story, and sighed in his heart. The barbarians are worthy of being a large clan that once occupied the Northeast, and they are indeed somewhat unique.
"Are you coming from Liaozhou City?"
When it comes to Liaozhou City, the old priest's expression is a little complicated. After all, it is a big city built by digging up the holy mountain of their barbarians.
"no."
Letian shook his head and said truthfully:
"We came from the northwest snowfields."
"Snowfield?"
The old priest let out a soft sigh, with a trace of longing in his eyes:
"It should be somewhere far, far away, right? I have lived in a tribe my whole life and have never been to a distant place. Can you tell me about the world outside the grassland?"
"good!"
Seeing the expectation in the eyes of the old barbarian priest in front of him, Letian couldn't bear to refuse and slowly told the story.
As Lotte told the story, the old priest's expression kept changing, as if he had seen the colorful world outside with his own eyes. There were no longer just endless grasslands, herds of cattle, sheep and wild beasts, but towering trees. In the high mountains reaching into the sky, there are endless rivers, shady green trees, and colorful flowers...
Gradually, some inexplicable brilliance appeared in the old priest's dim eyes, which was the longing for the outside world and the relief of having regrets over.
Lotte spoke in detail and with great concentration. He told the scenes of the outside world and some stories he knew.
His story was actually not very exciting, but the old priest listened to it with great interest and was not willing to miss it at all.
He was born here, grew up here, grew old here, and may die here in the near future.
In Lotte's eyes at this time, the old priest was no longer a barbarian, but just an old man, an old man who yearned for the outside world.
As a priest, he had the ability to leave here and see with his own eyes the outside world that he longed for.
But this old man sacrificed his freedom and the opportunity to go out and experience all this in order to protect his tribe. He dedicated everything to his tribe.
For this small tribe, the old priest is their irreplaceable hero!
Unknowingly, Letian had been talking for three full hours, and the sky had turned dark. Bu Xiaotian had been sitting on the animal skin next to him, listening quietly.
It wasn't until the barbarian leader outside came in again to ask them to eat that they realized that so much time had passed.
The barbarian leader originally wanted to persuade the old priest to stay in the tent and ask the tribesmen to bring dinner, but the old priest refused and stood up tremblingly. The barbarian leader stopped persuading and helped the old priest out. tent.
When we came outside the tent, the tribesmen lit several large bonfires in the open space and were dancing inexplicably around or opposite each other. They were bold, unrestrained, and full of wildness.
After the old priest's explanation, Bu Xiaotian and Letian knew that this was the barbarian tradition of welcoming distinguished guests.
The old priest was the most prestigious barbarian in the tribe. Bu Xiaotian and Letian had stayed with the old priest in the tent for so long, so they naturally regarded him as his friends.
The old priest looked at the tribesmen dancing around the fire and did not explain aloud. He just looked around with a smile.
When they saw the old priest and the others coming out, these barbarians not only did not stop, but instead danced even more vigorously.
A bolder barbarian girl stepped forward, pulled the two strange-looking outsiders to the fire they were originally surrounding, and followed the others in a circle.
When Bu Xiaotian and Letian saw these ferocious barbarians in the legend, they looked at them with kind smiles from the bottom of their hearts, invited them to dance with them, and put down their guard in their hearts and joined their dance. .
Some barbarians used big bones as hammers to beat the skin drums made of animal skins and bones, making a dull drum sound, adding a strange sound to the feast.
The excitement was high, and the surrounding barbarians roared with excitement.
At this moment, Bu Xiaotian and Letian broke the shackles of the world, liberated the nature in their hearts, and roared with them.
The small tribe is filled with a warm atmosphere.
