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He was stunned as he watched the weirdo scrape all the meat off the bones and suck the marrow out of the bones.

At this time, this strange person has changed a lot compared to the time when Shao Xuan moved here. The most obvious thing is that the whole person does not look like dried meat, and has a sensuality similar to that of a normal person, but still look at it. He was not strong and had no obvious bulging muscles, but Shao Xuan and the others did not dare to underestimate him after seeing the way he directly broke the leg bones of the beast just now.

His skin no longer looks blue-black, with white in the blue, still bloodless, but it is different from the half-orc slave Yisi, at least the half-orc slave can see that he is like that at first glance, but This strange person in front of him gave people a strange feeling, as if he was seriously ill, but he was quite dangerous.

After eating, the skin and flesh on the monster's face became a lot softer. Except for some traces left by dry cracks and the strange bluish-white color, it was similar to ordinary people. At least it didn't look like a corpse, and it didn't move anymore. Stiff, if he had noticeable breathing and heartbeat, it would be more like a living person.

After eating, the eccentric looked at Shao Xuan with gratitude, and he was not so vigilant about Zheng Luo and the Flaming Horn Warrior.

"This...is...where?"

Probably after eating, the body has begun to recover, and the sound it makes is no longer like sandpaper grinding a stone, but it is still not smooth, and the tone sounds strange, but it can be roughly guessed even with a blind guess. What is he saying.

"This is the Yanjiao tribe." Shao Xuan said.

"Flaming Horn...tribe?" The strange man's face was full of doubts, as if thinking of something. It's like I can't remember.

"Who are you? Which tribe are you from?" Shao Xuan asked. To make the weirdo hear clearly. Shao Xuan spoke every word slowly.

"Who am I... Who?" The strange man's face became even more dazed, he didn't know what to say for a while, and he tilted his head and thought hard.

"Then do you remember the totem of your tribe? Can you draw the totem?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Totem...totem..." The eccentric repeated the word in a low voice, and the more he said it, the more smoothly he spoke, he raised his head suddenly, and light flashed in those red eyes. "totem!"

"Yes, Totem, do you remember?" Shao Xuan walked into the secret room, took out the paint placed in a wooden cabinet next to it, mixed it with water, stretched out a finger and dipped it in it, then put it on a piece of cloth After a stroke, a black mark appeared on the gray-yellow linen.

Shao Xuan originally wanted to use a pen.

But look at this weirdo. Still so convenient.

The strange man looked at Shao Xuan's movements and seemed to be no stranger to Shao Xuan's behavior. He stretched out his right thumb and poked inside the small stone box containing paint. Many tribesmen like to paint with their thumbs. This is an ancient habit. , and the same goes for the geek at this time. Because there is no control. He almost smashed the small stone box over. Fortunately, Shao Xuan took it.

Looking at the dark mass on his fingers, the weird man walked to the stone table and scratched on the linen cloth that Shao Xuan had spread out.

When I started drawing, I moved my finger and then paused for a while, the weirdo seemed to be reminiscing something, and when I got to the back, the drawing became smoother and smoother. In the end, it ended without even pausing.

It's not a complicated picture. If Shao Xuan draws it, it can be done in two seconds, but this weirdo took nearly ten minutes. Most of the time is spent thinking, and drawing is not fast.

Anyway, it's still drawn.

Zheng Luo couldn't help but take a step over there curiously, and stretched his neck to look at the stone table. He didn't want to go too close, and the eccentric was still guarded against him.

"This is?" Zheng Luo asked, looking at the words on the stone table.

The eccentric glanced at Zheng Luo vigilantly and made a sound, but the tone was a bit strange, and Shao Xuan couldn't understand what he meant.

The pattern on the stone table looks like a person raising his arms and looking up, and right above the "human"-shaped pattern, there is a circle, which usually appears in the pattern. The picture, mostly refers to the sun.

This is the tribal totem pattern of weirdos. Even if the tribal people can't remember their names, they will not forget the totems of the tribe, especially those tribes that still maintain the original fire.

This weirdo doesn't seem to be able to remember the rest, but this one is really drawn, and after the drawing, he is still staring at the totem on the stone table in a daze.

Shao Xuan was sure that he had never seen such a totem pattern before, and he couldn't match the identity of this person for a while.

Looking at Zheng Luo at the back, he also had a puzzled face. He had never seen such a pattern before, but it was a fake to be able to draw such a person who even forgot his name but still remembered the totem pattern. is very unlikely.

However, the rise and fall of tribes has always existed, and some tribes may have died out in the past, and this eccentric is one of them.

"Your tribe was in the desert before?" Shao Xuan asked again.

"Desert?" The odd man was even more unfamiliar with this word. He didn't understand what Shao Xuan was talking about.

Realizing this, Shao Xuan explained the environment in the desert again, "It's a place where it rarely rains, there aren't many trees and trees, and it's all yellow sand."

After listening to it, the weird person nodded again and again, "It's there, it's there!"

The geek knew that Shao Xuan was not of the same clan as himself, but because the aura on Shao Xuan was similar to his own, he mistakenly thought that Shao Xuan and himself were of the same clan at first, but after eating an animal leg, his body was recovering and his perception was stronger. It took a lot of time to realize that Shao Xuan was different from himself, but he still did not guard against Shao Xuan.

Not from the same tribe, but it must have something to do with waking up, so the eccentric asked eagerly: "I...the tribe...go back..."

Shao Xuan only understood a few words of the strange person's words, "Do you want to go back?"

The weirdo nodded.

"But there are no more tribes in the desert." Shao Xuandao.

The weirdo was stunned, shook his head and denied, "No...impossible...impossible!" But then he thought of something, but he seemed to be unable to remember, and his face was distorted. Suddenly he squatted down holding his head. It looked very painful, the bluish-white skin on the body protruded like meridian lines, and the roar of a mountain forest beast came from his throat, and it sounded like the sound of a strong wind blowing into the cave, which was really weird.

The stone chips and dust on the surrounding walls were shaken, and the water-filled pots placed in the corners cracked open. There wasn't much water in it, and the pieces that burst open were basically pottery shards. It rattled against the wall.

The cry echoed in the corridor outside, and Dokang and the others, who led people to block the stairs, only felt horrified when they heard the sound.

The sound insulation effect in Yanhe Fort is still good, but at this time, such sounds can be heard everywhere in Yanhe Fort. Some people who were close to Yanhe Fort outside heard very vague voices, but they trembled involuntarily, as if a cool wind swept across their backs.

Where Yi Si was, the half-orc slave Qing Zhe was at the back of the spine. Thorns came out one after another, and looked nervously at the place of Yanhe Fort.

Yi Si also felt strange, "What happened over there?"

In Yanhe Fort, the people who heard the sound rushed over and saw Duo Kang leading people to block there.

"Boss, is this voice made by someone?" someone asked Duokang.

"How do I know?!" Duo Kang was worried. What's going on down there? ! It's so frustrating!

Chamber below.

Seeing weirdos get emotional. Both Shao Xuan and Zheng Luo raised their hearts and held the hilt in their hands. If this strange person suddenly erupted, they could only kill this person here. Although I really want to learn something from this person, everything is for the safety of my own people.

However, the strange man just held his head and squatted on the ground and howled in pain for a while, and his voice gradually weakened until it stopped.

Shao Xuan waited, but did not see any movement from the man.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Shao Xuan asked.

Didn't wait to answer. Shao Xuan asked again, but still no response.

He could sense that the irritable aura around this person had subsided. If he hadn't seen him squatting here, no one would have thought that there were still people here. Besides, at other times, this person doesn't seem to need air. If he is locked in a sealed place, maybe he can survive.

Shao Xuan walked over, holding the knife in one hand, stretched out the other hand, and pushed the person squatting there.

The person squatting there fell straight back. When he fell to the ground, he still squatted with his head in his arms, his hands and legs seemed to be frozen, and he didn't move at all.

Zheng Luo wanted to ask "Is this person dead", but thinking that this person was different, he turned to ask: "What happened to him?"

Shao Xuan shook his head. Judging from the fluctuations in the strength of this person's body and body, it was very similar to the situation when other people fell asleep.

"Probably... asleep?" Shao Xuan guessed.

sleep?

Zheng Luo looked at the eccentric who was holding his head in a squatting position, as if he was about to curl himself into an egg, and said in his heart: It's really different, even sleeping like this!

Shao Xuan looked at the pattern drawn by the strange man on the stone table, winked at Zheng Luo, and the two walked out of the secret room lightly.

"He looks like an ordinary person when he falls asleep. He should not wake up for the time being. You and Duokang are watching here. I will go to the Rain Tribe." Shao Xuan said in a low voice.

"Go to the Rain Tribe? Do you want to ask about this person?" Zheng Luo also knew that the Rain Tribe used to live on the edge of the desert, and now he understood Shao Xuan's plan.

"Well, I want to find out the origin of this person. The people in Yanling always have a purpose in putting them. This person said that their tribe is in the desert, but we all know that after the slave owners came to the desert, the desert has never stopped. There are no tribes anymore. The Rain tribe is so close to the desert and has existed for a long time, so maybe they can know something that others don’t.”

Zheng Luo nodded, "Okay, you go back quickly, if this person wakes up, he will not be polite to us. If it is impossible, he can only kill."

"Yeah." Shao Xuan knew that this person had a different attitude towards himself and others, just because Shao Xuan used another kind of power to resurrect this person, or that this person did not really die, but just used another kind of power to resurrect this person. This state was maintained, and the power output by Shao Xuan prompted him to wake up from that state.

Without further ado, Shao Xuan immediately left Yanhe Fort and went to the Rain Tribe.

When Shao Xuan went, Yang Sui was smiling and looking at a piece of sackcloth in his hand, which wrote the plants planted this year, handicrafts, and transactions in Yanhe Fort. They have now established a firm foothold here, no longer Need to worry about being hungry. The existence of the Yanhe Trading District gave them more choices for survival. Weaving, pottery, weaving, etc. can be traded out. Even if the harvest in the farmland is not good, they will not starve. Sometimes Yanjiao needs labor, and there are people in their tribe who rush to do it. Anyway, it can be done with labor. Get food from Flaming Horns.

While watching, someone came to report. Said that the elder Shao Xuan of Yanjiao was coming, Yang Sui immediately put down the things in his hand and let someone invite Shao Xuan in. They don't dare to pretend, and to survive here, they still rely on the Yanjiao tribe, otherwise their tribe's fighting power can't stand the threat of so many people or beasts around.

"How come the elders are free to come to our rain tribe today?" Yang Sui said with a smile.

Shao Xuan didn't beat around the bush, and handed over a piece of animal skin in his hand, "Do you know this?"

The pattern drawn by the weirdo. Shao Xuan painted it on the animal skin.

"What?" Yang Sui took the animal skin and opened it. The laughter on his face froze, and his face quickly changed. His eyes were sharp like a knife, staring at Shao Xuan, and said solemnly. "Where did you know this?!"

"Have you seen it?" Shao Xuan briefly explained the strange person's story. Shao Xuan did not explain how to bring the man back to life, but said that the strange man who was like an ancient corpse was brought back alive.

Yang Sui's fingers holding the animal skin roll were so hard that they even trembled, and his face turned pale.

"Could it be that they came back? They came back!" Yang Sui murmured, his eyes were full of fear and anxiety, like falling into an ice cave, his blood was frozen.

"Who are they?" Seeing Yang Sui's lost soul, Shao Xuan said again, "He can't remember anything for the time being. He only remembers this pattern, and they should be in the hands of the people from the desert rock mausoleum. Leave it as a puppet."

Shao Xuan's words made Yang Sui temporarily relieved, but his fingers were still shaking and his face was bloodless.

"The dry tribe, the dry tribe!"

Dry tribe?

Shao Xuan had never heard of this tribe.

"The dry tribe used to live in the desert?" Shao Xuan asked.

Yang Sui twitched the corners of his mouth, trying not to smile, "No, they don't live in the desert, but where there are dry tribes, the desert!"

This sentence made Shao Xuan stunned, "You mean, the existence of the desert is because of the dry tribe?"

"You can say that." Yang Sui took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his excitement.

"That weirdo should be very strong, and the tribe must not be weak back then, but how could such a tribe disappear in the desert?" Shao Xuan was puzzled. People who are not strong will not be targeted by Yanling.

Yang Sui laughed miserably, "You only know the strength of the Han tribe, but you don't know that our Rain tribe was once a big tribe!"

Just in case, Yang Sui went out and drove everyone around the house away. After entering the house, he poured a bowl of water to calm himself down, and then continued: "There are some things that I learned from my ancestors' notes after I became a witch. I found out that the ancestors had some obvious notes, which many leaders and witches of the Renyu tribe knew, but there were also some secret notes that only the witches of the Rain tribe could open. Not every witch could open it. If you don't have the strength to open it, you won't be able to see those. And from those notes, I have solved the confusion I have always had."

Shao Xuan once told Yang Sui that the fire in its original state would weaken. Although they didn't see it clearly, if they compared it with the fire from millions of years ago, they could see the difference.

It's just that few people can live that long. They are different from those beasts that grow indefinitely. People of different strengths have a lifespan. Two or three hundred years old is the lifespan of most advanced totem warriors.

Yang Sui can accept that the fire of the rain tribe is weakening, so the request for rain cannot succeed, but he does not understand why the fire of the rain tribe is weakening so fast? The tribe with a long history of survival is not only the rain tribe, like the Flaming Horn is also an ancient tribe, but the people are not as weak as them.

In the final analysis, the reason is still fire.

When the fire is prosperous, the tribe is strong, the fire is weak, and the tribe is weak.

Their rain tribe lived on the edge of the desert for so long, and they have long since left the ranks of medium and large tribes. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, they will soon disappear from this world.

"Tinder!" Yang Sui raised his head and sighed, "Because of the dry tribe, the fire of our rain tribe is more debilitated than others!"

"Have you fought against the Dry Tribe?" Shao Xuan asked.

"A long, long time ago, we fought. In the end, we lost."

Yang Sui told Shao Xuan what he had recorded in the secretly sealed notes of his ancestors.

The deserts in the past were not like that. They were not much different from other places on the continent. Although it did not rain often, and some places were even dry all the year round, the range was not large compared to today’s deserts.

The dry tribe lived in a place that was arid all the year round, and the rain tribe lived in another fertile place, which was very suitable for growing a plant found by the ancestors of the rain tribe. You get a hard cake that is easy to store and very hungry. At that time, the Yu tribe people valued the land very much, and even thought about expanding the cultivated land.

In order to make the crops in that arable land grow better, the Yu tribe asked for rain more often, and the range of rainfall naturally extended in the direction of the expansion of the arable land.

But the tribal people don't like rain, they don't even like water, they can survive longer in arid environments, they like drought, like those cacti in the desert, they are a reservoir in themselves, as long as the "reservoir" When the village is full of water, it is possible to live well without a sip of water for more than a hundred days.

The people of the dry tribe also want to expand their territory and make more dry land. In this way, even if the two tribes were originally inseparable, they would have conflicts due to the expansion of their respective territories.

Later, the conflict intensified, and the two tribes went to war. The tribesmen could have fought to the death for the territory. The two tribes with completely different preferences wanted to drive each other out or directly destroy them.

The conflict lasted for a long time, and Yang Sui didn't know how long it was. This was not recorded in the ancestor's handbook. It only mentioned that in the end, the witches of the two tribes also met each other, and each used the power of fire.

According to ancient records left by the ancestors of the Rain Tribe, the war between the two witches at that time was a wave of wind and rain, and a step of ten miles of yellow sand.

In the end, the rain tribe was defeated, and the rain tribe witch took the fire and the remnants of the tribe, left the place where they lived, and settled in another place, which was once the edge of the desert.

Because of that war, the fire of the Rain Tribe was severely depleted, almost irreversible. At that time, the witches of the Rain Tribe burned themselves in the fire pond under the self-blame and remorse. Since then, with the passage of time, the rain tribe's fire, like the original fire of other tribes, has continued to weaken, but their fire has weakened faster than others' fire due to the loss of the World War I.

Yang Sui's heart was full of bitterness when he learned the truth, but at that time he never heard that there are still people from the dry tribe in the world. Although the desert has expanded to the territory where the rain tribe lives, the people of the dry tribe seem to be from the world. It disappeared. Maybe because of some natural disaster or other reasons, the dry tribe people no longer appear. When the slave owners from the sea occupied the desert, the dry tribe was completely unknown.

The Yangsui people felt that in the end, their rain tribe survived, and living is a victory. As for the cruel history and defeats of that year, the ancestors of the Rain Tribe did not want to be known, and Yang Sui also kept it a secret. The entire Rain Tribe, except him, no one else knew that there was such a history.

Listening to Yang Sui's remarks, Shao Xuan felt incredible.

It turned out that the desert was fought by these two tribes!

Two old-fashioned powerhouses with a long history, one lost the battle and retreated to a farther place. The fire consumed so much because of that war that compared with other tribes of the same period, it was even more debilitated. Can't even ask for rain.

The other Buluo disappeared for no apparent reason. Shao Xuan remembered how that eccentric person looked like an ancient corpse. That state should have been there for a long time, but he didn't know if their disappearance was related to those slave owners.

But those Yang Sui didn't know. Shao Xuan wanted to know the reason, so he could only ask the weird person, provided that the weird person could remember. (To be continued ~^~)

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