Trumbusu is gone, and now the Wolf Tooth Tribe, which lacks nothing but alien beasts, has given away a kind of wasteland giant wolf for free.

The two sides have basically negotiated, and although the previous grievances are not written off, they can be initially cooperated.

This cooperation does not require anything from the Wolf Tooth Tribe, but to see the sincerity of the Great Chief Tribe first.

If the sincerity is "in place", the following things are easy to talk about, if the sincerity is not in place, then what should everyone do and why do they still hate each other as before.

However, Chu Ci was confident that as long as the IQ of the Great Chief exceeded double digits, he would definitely not be an enemy of the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

With the further exchange, the bait was thrown out little by little, and once the "feelings" between the two sides reached a certain stage, if the Holy Court Pagan Crusade Legion dared to come to find trouble, the Great Chief Tribe would naturally go around.

After Trumbusu left, Chu Ci noticed that the two warriors were guarding a little old man.

The little old man was white and clean, writing and drawing with a broken notebook.

Chu Ci beckoned and asked the two warriors to bring the little old man over.

"Why, write down our names in a small notebook, and take revenge after being a ghost. ”

Wocha hurriedly stuffed the book into his arms and looked at Chu Ci with a look of vigilance.

Chu Ci asked again, "Is it an elemental master?"

Wocha nodded.

Chu Ci shouted: "Someone came, he directly cut his tongue and broke his legs and broke his tendons." ”

Dealing with the Elemental Master of the Holy Court, Chu Ci thought that this was the safest.

If you cut your tongue, you can't recite the secret arts, if your hands are crippled, you can't swing your elemental staff, and if your legs are broken, you can't run.

The Holy Court did the same with the other race elementalists.

The Holy Court organized the Terrans to carry out a full five infidels crusades, to put it bluntly, it was a racial cleansing, and once the elemental users of other races were caught in the process, they directly cut off their tongues and legs.

Although the relationship between the various races has been relatively relaxed now, when the ordinary Terran and Alien elementals fight and capture each other, they will still follow this extremely bloody method.

Wocha's face turned white with fright: "No, no, I'm an elemental scholar." ”

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes, it's huge. ”

Chu Ci really didn't know what an elemental scholar was, but when he saw this old man just watching the battle, he didn't do anything, so he felt that he shouldn't be a ruthless character.

Pointing to Wocha's chest, Chu Ci said, "Take out your broken notebook and let me see what you wrote just now." ”

Wocha hurriedly covered his chest, and Chu Ci looked helpless.

Lao Tzu wants you to be in this book, not to your chastity, you cover your chest and do a wool.

Without saying a word, Big Bell kicked Wocha down, rode on the little old man and began to dress.

"If you give it or not, eh, dare to resist, believe it or not, I tore all your clothes. ”

Chu Ci really can't stand it, isn't this a hooligan.

kicked Big Bell down, and Chu Ci shouted, "Let me come." ”

Then Chu Ci rode onto the little old man and began to pull Wocha's clothes.

It took a long time to finally snatch the small notebook, but Chu Ci didn't pay attention, Wocha bit his arm, and the small notebook fell to the ground.

Big Bell and the vicious dog threw themselves to the ground like, picked up the little notebook and began to look through it.

The angry Chu Ci didn't do much to Wocha, he could see that this old man must be a waste, otherwise he wouldn't have bitten.

"Do you know how to read, just rush to read there?" Chu Ci looked at Da Bell dissatisfied.

Da Bell looked at it for a long time, and finally handed the small book to Chu Ci in embarrassment.

Chu Ci watched it for a long time and found that he couldn't understand it.

It's full of symbols and graphics, and it looks esoteric.

Chu Ci looked at Wocha and asked, "What the hell are you doing, the Holy Court Baptist came to attack us, what did he take you for?"

"My name is Wocha, and I'm an elementalist of the human race. ”

"What is an Elementalist?"

"Mentor of the Elementals. ”

Chu Ci was confused.

This old man was definitely not an elemental master, but he was also called an elemental master, which made him puzzled.

"Boss, he was killed directly, and the one who came to attack our tribe must not be a good person. ”

Big Bell was in a hurry to go back to eat, too lazy to follow Chu Ci and the old man of the Terrans.

"No, no. Wocha shook his head repeatedly: "It would be a pity if I died." ”

"It's a pity to kill you?" Chu Ci was amused by this little old man: "Why can't I kill you, you see that you don't have two taels of meat, you don't have the strength to work as a coolie, you don't have the strength to be a thug, and you can't go back to Celte on foot, it's better for us to kill you directly now, die early and be relieved, and save the crime." ”

Wocha actually shook his head and said, "No, no, it's a pity to kill me." ”

After Wocha finished speaking, he glanced around, and his eyes fell on Douglas, who was bragging B with a few fighters in the distance.

"That guy is an elementalist, isn't he? ”

Chu Ci nodded: "What's the matter?"

"Call him. ”

Chu Ci couldn't cry or laugh.

This old man looks like a commanding man, not like a prisoner at all, and has a bit of anti-guest meaning.

Chu Ci, who was interested, called Douglas over.

Chu Ci pointed at Wocha and said to Douglas: "This old man called you, do you know him?"

Douglas frowned: "I don't know, but it always feels familiar." ”

With his hands behind his back, like the leader of the inspection work, Wocha looked at Douglas from top to bottom and asked, "You're an elementalist, aren't you?" ”

"yes, what's the matter?"

"My name is Wocha, a Sacred Court Elementalist Scholar, and you should have heard of me. ”

"Elementalists ... Master Wocha?!"

Douglas gasped, and after being stunned for a few seconds, he immediately bent down and saluted: "Wocha, they are all barbarians of the wasteland, and I apologize to you on their behalf." ”

After saying that, Douglas went up and grabbed Wocha's thin arm, and hurriedly pulled him to the table and let him sit down.

Chu Cihu asked suspiciously, "Very powerful?"

Big Bell said disdainfully: "It's amazing, the body is full of bones, and it will fall down when the wind blows." ”

Douglas picked up the broken wooden stick and slammed it directly on Big Bell's calf: "Get out of here, don't be an eyesore here." ”

After scolding, Douglas glanced at Chu Ci again and again.

Chu Ci is so smart, as soon as he looks at Douglas, he knows that Wocha's identity is not simple, and hurriedly asks Big Bell to get some food and drink.

Immediately Douglas and Wocha began to talk, the former said, and the latter listened with carelessness.

Douglas was very restrained as if he had seen his father-in-law's broken son-in-law for the first time.

The tribe's diet is very rough and consists of barbecued meat.

Unexpectedly, after it was served, Wocha and the starving ghost were reincarnated, grabbed the barbecue and began to feast.

It has been more than three hours since I was caught in the camp, and I haven't eaten before, so I'm hungry enough.

The old man had a good appetite, and he burped after eating a dripping belly.

After drinking another bowl of water, Wocha looked at Douglas and said to the dead child: "You are an elemental user, and you are really unmotivated to be in the company of a group of barbarians. ”

The old rascal, who never suffered, didn't talk back, just smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything.

Chu Ci knocked on the table: "Old thing, don't give face, don't give face, what does it mean to be in the company of barbarians and don't know how to make progress, believe it or not... ”

Before Chu Ci finished speaking, Douglas knocked on Chu Ci's arm with a wooden fight.

Chu Ci became more and more curious about the identity of this old man.

Wocha burped again, looked at Douglas and asked, "Who are you?"

"Douglas Winstonchet, you haven't heard of me. ”

"I haven't heard of you. ”

Douglas's old face turned red, and he said curtly: "Master Wocha's name is thunderous among elemental users, it's enough for me to know you, it's normal that you haven't heard of me." ”

Chu Ci looked at Wocha more and more suspiciously, confused.

Is this old man so good, and all elemental users know him, could it be that this old man makes elemental staffs?

Seeing Chu's puzzled look, Douglas hurriedly explained what the elementalists did.

Chu Ci listened to it for a long time and finally understood, feelings are a math teacher, and he thought it was a bull B.

Pouting, Chu Ci began to yawn with a cigarette in his mouth, not interested at all.

There is only one elemental user in the tribe, and it is also an intermediate title, the tribe basically doesn't need this old man, and even if you want to use it, it's good to use Si Teng directly, everyone on the earth is a top scientist, not much better than you as a medieval math teacher.

Douglas asked respectfully, "Master Wocha, you came to the wasteland this time to measure the casting distance of the Holy Baptist, right?"

Wocha nodded a little embarrassedly, as if he was a little ashamed of his actions, and his old face was red.

Chu Ci glanced sideways, and felt that this old man was still a little ashamed, knowing that there was no bottom line for sneaking up on a group of barbarians.

Beat the barbarians, and bring it to the math teacher, it's really a discount.

"I had no choice but to do it. Wocha sighed slightly: "Cardinal Archbishop Dulan and I have known each other for many years... ”

I can't go on when I talk about this, it seems that I am also tired of human feelings.

Douglas waved his hand indifferently and said, "I understand, you are forced to do so, don't worry, as long as I am here, the barbarians will not do anything to you." ”

Wocha hurriedly thanked him and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, by the way, what's your name?"

"Hahaha!" Chu Ci couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

Douglas didn't bother to talk to him, and respectfully defended himself again to Wocha.

Wocha looked at Chu Ci cautiously and asked weakly, "If you are fine, can you let me go?"

Douglas didn't hesitate at all, and said in a big way: "You can leave whenever you want, and I will let the warriors escort you to the other side of the Sleepless Forest." ”

"That's great, thank you, by the way, what's your name?"

Douglas: "... ”

Chu Ci rolled his eyes.

This old man is not only a useless math teacher, it seems that he still has some memory problems, and it is estimated that he may still have Alzheimer's.

Glancing at Douglas slightly, Chu Ci was still a little confused.

Exposing his strength to the Great Chief Tribe is because he wants to show off his muscles, but if the human race knows about the current situation of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, it will be tantamount to inviting disaster.

Douglas is not a fool, why would he agree to let this old man go back?

Puzzled, Kamai walked away with a stack of drawings.

"Boss, the latest Warframe and Trebuchet are ready, do you want to take a look? ”

Chu Ci didn't know much about this, so he pretended to look at it and nodded: "Call Si Teng, let's study it." ”

Who knew that Wocha looked at Chu Ci and asked curiously, "You barbarians still design trebuchets?"

"Why, no. ”

Douglas stepped on Chu Ci and snorted angrily, "Do you know how to be polite?"

Chu Ci flicked the cigarette ash with a disdainful expression.

You're a veteran old rascal and ask me if I know how to be polite?

Wocha waved his hand to show that he didn't care, looked at Chu Ci and asked, "Can you show me?"

Chu Ci didn't take it seriously either, and handed the drawings to Wocha.

Wocha glanced at it a few times and complimented, "Not bad, not bad, well, well, well, very good, very good, not bad." ”

Chu Ci smiled smugly.

I guess it's the same as myself, I'm also a parallel import, and I don't know how to pretend to understand.

Putting down the drawings, Wocha said happily: "I apologize for what I just said, barbarians are also intelligent races, and these drawings have shown this point of view. ”

Chu Ci was silent.

This thing was designed by the dwarves and has nothing to do with the barbarians.

Now the entire camp barbarians combined, and the words they know can be counted on two hands.

After a hypocritical courtesy, presumably thirsty, Wocha grabbed the wooden cup on the table and raised his head to drink the wine inside.

After drinking, Wocha was terrified.

"Is this wine?"

Chu Ci nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"How do you barbarians have wine?"

Chu Ci squinted his eyes and said, "Malegobi, we barbarians still have a big knife, do you want to try it?"

Chu Ci found out that it was a person who looked superior in front of the barbarians, opening his mouth and closing the mouth of the barbarian, as if the barbarian did not wipe the toilet.

Although the wolf tooth tribe did never wipe before Chu Ci.

Who knew that Wocha didn't speak for a long time, his face was red, and then his eyes gradually lost focus.

Chu Ci suddenly realized that this old man can't get drunk.

Just wanted to laugh at a few sentences, Wocha "snapped", threw the cup to the ground, stepped on the stone stool, pointed to Chu Ci's nose and shouted: "Barbarians are barbarians, and they also design trebuchets, laugh off their big teeth, have you calculated the carrying capacity of parabolic tools, the error is four hundred yards, do you want to smash the gathering of a wing, the pedestal can't be fixed, a group of idiots, grandpa I designed the catapult cannon twenty years ago... Hiccup,Now the Holy Court is still in use.,Ask me every day to improve.,Twenty years ago I designed.。。。 Hiccup, three kilometers of range, error of less than twenty yards, easy to assemble, you, you inquire. ”

Another slap on the table, and Wocha swept the blueprints to the ground.

"It's a pity that there is so much steel, and even the dwarves dare to call themselves the first craftsmen in the mainland, I bah, you ask them what is called gear design at every turn, they need two people just to wear, it takes at least ten minutes, if I... Hiccup, if I design it, the steel is reduced by one-third, the defense ability is doubled, it is more conducive to maintenance, and the wearing time only needs to... ”

Before he finished speaking, Wocha rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground, starting to snore.

Chu Ci suddenly rose: "Come on!"

Big Bell hurriedly ran over: "Boss, you say." ”

"In the future, this old man will be your father, serve well, one less hair, I will pick your skin!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Ci rubbed his hands excitedly.

Found a treasure.

He didn't know anything else, he just knew that the things that this old man had designed twenty years ago were still in use in the Holy Court.