With the dull sound of buffalo horns deep in the forest, a few more Timits ran out after a while.

This time, there were more than a dozen people, dressed in the traditional Mulberry style, with animal skins or cloth around their waists, decorated with leaves and flowers. One of them had a lion's skin tied to his head and a circle of parrot feathers on it, presumably as a crown, but it was really green from the front.

Seeing this green-headed man, the Timit brought back by Yang Shubao raised their arms and saluted, and Kurutan introduced him: "This is the tribal elder. ”

The green-headed guy waved his hand, and the number eight and his party stood in a row, he came up and patted them on the shoulders one by one, and then a group of people surrounded the green-headed guy and cheered.

No. 8 told the green-headed boss about the situation, he turned his head to look at Yang Shubao and his party and walked over: "Hi, noble kind-hearted people, thank you for saving the descendants of our Timit tribe, thank you for saving the women and children of the Timit people who are wailing, my name is Gu Cha, I am the great leopard elder of the Timit tribe, I am honored to know you." ”

After saying this, Gu Cha put his right hand on his left shoulder and turned around and bowed.

He spoke in English, and Yang Shubao could understand it, but Yang Shubao didn't understand what it meant by the gesture he did.

Kurutantan hurriedly explained in a low voice: "This is a very formal ancient ritual of the San people, and now it is abandoned, what you have to do is to go up and pat him on the back and stand behind him to shoot." ”

Yang Shubao went up and stood behind him and gently patted Gu Cha's back, this posture was quite ill-intentioned.

But Kurutantan later whispered to him that this gesture happened to be used by the ancient San people to express goodwill and friendship, because the right hand is a dominant hand, and the San people often use this hand to hold weapons, so this hand is called the hand of death.

Therefore, in the ancient rites, the San people put their right hand on their left shoulder to indicate that they are not aggressive.

At the same time, they bow with their backs to the guests in this way, which is the most non-aggressive posture, and the combination of the two movements indicates that I will not attack you, but you can attack me, which expresses an absolute sense of trust.

Ancient Tea told them to stop at the edge of the woods, then waved at the Timit and shouted a native language.

Kurutantan translated for him: "Go home, children. ”

A group of people couldn't help but hug each other and cry, it was really tears.

If Yang Shubao had seen this scene before yesterday, he would have been very moved, thinking that they were crying because they could return to the tribe, return to their families, and be about to see their relatives, but after understanding it at noon, he is now not sure whether these people are crying because they will no longer have food to eat if they leave the reserve.

Anyway, the scene was quite moving.

They entered the woods and began to trek, which grew on the abundant groundwater of the great river basin, and grew so luxuriantly that the scale of the woods was so large that it was difficult for outsiders to find out about it.

But Gu Cha told him that there were still outsiders who had found their traces before.

As they walked, they saw bullet marks on some of the trees, which had been left by previous outsiders.

"They want to hunt our rhinos, these scoundrels. Gu Cha said angrily.

Yang Shubao said: "Those people are poachers, they are indeed some villains, my territory has also been attacked by them, don't be merciful to these people, be ruthless!"

Hearing this, Gu Cha smiled, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and nodded at him: "It turns out that the noble well-wisher is still a noble chief, my clan didn't tell me this, I can't express my admiration, I'm really sorry." ”

Yang Shubao smiled: "You are too polite, Elder Gucha, I am not a chief, I just have a piece of land. ”

Gu Cha asked again, "Are you a yellow race, right?"

Yang Shubao nodded: "Yes, I am a yellow race, your tribe allows yellow people to enter, right?"

Primitive tribes have the most rules.

"Of course, we only hate white people, they are badas, all badas. ”

There happened to be no Caucasian in Yang Shubao's group, to be exact, except for him, a yellow race, the others were all black, and the Night Elf was used Transfiguration, and he was also a black race.

The group had to trek in the forest for more than half an hour before they saw their tribe, this forest was full of tall fig trees, most of which were more than ten meters high or even twenty meters high, all of which were more than 100 years old.

The tribe built on these old trees, and they built many tree houses, and there were also some houses on the ground, and Gu Cha introduced to him that women and children lived in tree houses, and men lived on the ground.

Treehouses are easy to hide, and the ground is easy to fight back.

The fig trees are leafy, they block the tree houses, Yang Shubao can't see how many houses there are, but the scale of this tribe must be huge, and there must be hundreds of earthen houses scattered among the trees on the ground alone!

A wide river runs between the tribe and the woods, the water is clear and the water is rolling, and the big and small rhinos are pacing slowly along the riverbank.

Many little black children mingle with the rhinoceros, and they play with each other and with the rhinoceros, which is very natural and harmonious.

There were many Tirmites who were already waiting for them, some sitting on the trees and some standing on the ground, and when they saw them, the Timmites let out a loud cry.

Yang Shubao was quite frightened and asked, "Elder, aren't you afraid that the noise will disturb the rhinoceros?"

The black rhinoceros is generally docile, but after all, it is a large beast, and it is still quite easy to be frightened.

Gu Cha raised his head proudly and smiled: "Our war rhinos are not even afraid of the sound of guns, how can they be afraid of human voices?"

The tribal chief waited between two tall baobab trees, thirty meters tall, and they stood side by side like a natural triumphal arch from which the tribe had to walk in.

The chieftain's name is Gudaguda, which means lion, and the reason why the accent is used is to indicate solemnity, the taste of something important to say three times.

Kurutantan told Yang Shubao that Guda Guda was not actually a personal name, but more like a position, and all the chiefs were called Guda Guda.

Elder Leopard led them in, and several Temits surrounded them, dragging Eight and his party out, some women rushed up and hugged them and wept, while others squatted on the ground and wept.

Guda Guda also knew English, but he didn't speak as well as Gu Cha, and he expressed his gratitude to Yang Shubao by putting a hat woven of branches and leaves on his head, a green hat.

Yang Shubao subconsciously wanted to take it off, and as soon as he took off the branch and leaf hat, the cheering Timit people around him suddenly closed their mouths and stared at him with wide eyes.

Kurutantan hurriedly told him that this was the tribe's revered hat, and with this hat, Yang Shubao could walk sideways in the tribe, representing that he was a tribal guest. If he takes it off is to reject the friendship and respect of the tribe, then the big guy pulls out his weapons and does it.