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And when Mo Ren arrived at the scene, he also discovered the real reason why the natives dared to confront the lion, and the lion pounced on a young native.

"Woo!

A few natives didn't seem to notice Mo Ren in the woods, only to see that their dark faces were full of worry, but at the same time, their eyes were glaring, and they pretended to be very angry and frightened, puffing out their mouths and making strange noises, and at the same time brandishing the spears in their hands, using all means to intimidate the lion.

But even with a look of rage, the beads of sweat on their foreheads and the bridge of their noses still showed their nervousness at the moment.

“……”

Mo Ren didn't say a word, and he didn't walk out directly, but glanced at the lion first.

It was a male lion with a much larger skeleton than the average lion, his body looked like some mud and bites, his mane was not as majestic as that of an adult male lion, and his whole body was almost skinny, not only the spine on his back, but even the ribs were protruding very clearly.

[A male lion who was expelled from the lion pack due to old age?]

With a simple glance at the lion, Mo Ren already had a general idea of what had happened, the old lion king was expelled by the young lion king, and then he couldn't hunt for other food, so he attacked the indigenous children who didn't seem to have much resistance.

Shaking his head, Mo Ren also walked out slowly from behind the bushes after determining the problem.

"Huh?"

Several natives seemed to have noticed Mo Ren, and they seemed to be a little surprised, but after seeing Mo Ren's empty left hand and left foot, this surprise quickly turned into a deep disappointment, and one of the natives with a tooth necklace around his neck waved his hand directly at Mo Ren, and said a long paragraph of indigenous language: "Dalawa Kuku, do it, click, click!"

“……”

The other party said so much, but Mo Ren didn't understand a word.

"Roar..."

On the contrary, the lion over there seemed to sense Mo Ren's danger, and a pair of cloudy beast pupils were staring at Mo Ren tightly, and a low roar of menace came out from the depths of his throat.

"Boom!"

Without any words, Mo Ren directly moved, only to see him stomp on the ground fiercely, and the hard ground was suddenly stepped out of a pit of gravel flying everywhere, and Mo Ren used this reaction force to pounce on the lion like a cannonball.

Under the suppression of telekinesis, this lion didn't even have the ability to resist and struggle, and was directly smashed on the head with a punch from Mo Ren who rushed over.

"Bang !!"

The fierce fist like a wrought iron hammer smashed down, not only smashed the entire upper body of the lion into the soil, but also made its skull burst open in an instant, the hard head was deeply concave into a large cake-like shape, and the two eyeballs flew out because of the cranial pressure, and then the blood mixed with the brains sprayed wildly everywhere, and the indigenous children who were close at hand sprayed a red and white thing all over their faces.

“……”

Quiescence.

Deathly silence.

After Mo Ren killed the old male lion in an instant, all the natives couldn't help but widen their eyes and hold their breath, and even the natives whose lives were hanging by a thread were also in this shock, as ordinary people, they naturally couldn't understand this incredible strange power.

"Dangchang!"

A shorter native seemed to be a little stunned, only to see his hand holding the spear loosen slightly, and the whole spear fell to the ground, and the tip of the iron hair collided with the gravel with a crisp sound.

"Wow... Wow Katam......"

I don't know who stammered a little and shouted such a sentence, and then Mo Ren heard a series of clanging sounds, and all the natives actually put down their spears in their hands, and they prostrated down towards Mo Ren, constantly shouting some words that Mo Ren couldn't understand, as if they wanted to worship Mo Ren as a god.

[Will worship because of the strength I show, it seems that they should not have met the able.] 】

Mo Ren looked at these natives who kept kneeling down to him, and he thought calmly in his heart: [But it is also possible that the powerful people here have made themselves into symbols like gods, so they will worship me like this power beyond ordinary people. 】

"Whoa, who ”

Seeing that Mo Ren didn't have any words, a native took the initiative to crawl a few steps on the ground, raised his head slightly and said a large part of the indigenous language to Mo Ren.

“……”

The words didn't make sense, and Mo Ren didn't know what the other party meant, so naturally he couldn't answer the other party.

"Wow... Wow Ka Kam?"

Seeing that Mo Ren didn't speak, the native's tone also became a little hesitant, which made the atmosphere a little awkward for a while.

“……”

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Ren still decided to communicate with the other party with practical actions, so he immediately grabbed the lion that had been shot by himself with one hand, threw it aside at will, and then grabbed the indigenous child who was only a few years old and handed it to the indigenous person who was closer to him.

“…… Wow!"

It was only at this moment that the indigenous child, with a few bite marks on his body, cried out unconsciously.

Mo Ren was not very good at dealing with this kind of thing, so after handing the indigenous child over, he also took a few steps to the side, and let the natives hurriedly apply herbs to the child and bandage him with clothes.

It didn't take long for the injuries on the shoulders and arms of the indigenous children to be almost treated, so the group of natives continued to run to Mo Ren's side, and carefully spoke various indigenous languages to Mo Ren, but unfortunately Mo Ren didn't understand a word, and when Mo Ren tentatively showed a kind smile, the group of natives were frightened and almost jumped.

“……”

Mo Ren took a deep breath, it seems that the language barrier is indeed a bit troublesome.

"Wow... Wow Ka Kam?"

Several natives seemed to quietly engage in a series of discussions, and it didn't take long for them to pull out a basketball-sized reddish-brown stone from the rattan basket behind them, and then tentatively handed it to Mo Ren.

“…… Iron ore?"

Mo Ren casually glanced at this rock, this is a piece of hematite with relatively good color, and the surface can even be faintly seen like a crystal-like luster, it is estimated that the iron content should not be low, and since their back basket is full of these scattered maroon red stones, it is estimated that they also came to dig iron ore, this kind of indigenous village that has no contact with the outside world at all, it is estimated that the metal is still relatively rare, so the other party will take out the iron ore to give it to himself.

But what's the use of asking for iron ore yourself?

Mo Ren's brows furrowed, it was really troublesome to have no way to communicate.

"You, come here. ”

Mo Ren casually reached out to a native, and then tentatively hooked his hand at him.

"Wow Ka Kam?" For this gesture, the native seemed to understand, and at the moment, he was also speaking the native language, and walked towards Mo Ren: "Ahh

“……”

Mo Ren couldn't understand what he said at all, so he took out a pearl directly from his arms and handed it to the other party.

It is a pure white pearl the size of a dragon's eye, not only smooth and round, but also flashing with a hazy strange color under the scorching sun at this moment, just holding it in the palm of the hand is clear that this is definitely not a mortal thing, not to mention that there may not be an ocean in a radius of thousands of miles here, so in this case, this kind of marine pearl as the top color among organic gemstones, it is obviously more rare and precious.

"Oh ho!"

The natives who got the pearl let out an exclamation full of praise.

But that's not all.

Under the puzzled gaze of the natives, Mo Ren picked up the body of the male lion with one hand and handed it to the natives.

This time, all the natives began to marvel.

Although the lion may not be a real top beast in the African savannah, after all, it is also at the top of the food chain, for these natives, a lion is no longer as simple as food, it seems to symbolize a kind of glorious crowning, so after Mo Ren handed the male lion to them, the group of natives looked at Mo Ren more eagerly.

It's just that Mo Ren stopped giving them anything this time, but waved them away.

"Go, go. ”

As if to drive away some small animals, Mo Ren waved his hand at the natives.

"Wow Ka Mu?" Probably unable to comprehend Mo Ren's true intentions, these natives glanced at Mo Ren with some confusion, but there was no place to move under their feet.

“GO，GO。 ”

So Mo Ren tried to change the language, and directly pushed the indigenous with his hand.

"Wow... Click?"

At this time, the native seemed to understand a little, and saw that he said a lot of words to the other natives around him that he didn't understand at all, and then he directly stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction: "Wow, drip, ala, a, la, a, la, da, he ”

"Oh Dick ......"

After hearing what this native said, the other natives also showed expressions of sudden realization.

Then, carrying the tools and corpses, they began to move slowly in one direction as they shouted and raised their spears.

"Whew. ”

Mo Ren was also relieved to see that the other party finally understood his intentions, and began to follow the other party's footsteps.

As for these natives, after seeing Mo Ren following their footsteps, they also communicated happily in a lot of indigenous languages as if they had confirmed something, but Mo Ren obviously didn't understand it at all, so he could only walk silently behind them all the time.

Although this group of people is a local native, they are also mortals after all, so they do not walk quickly, and after climbing a few low hills, almost half a day has passed, and the scorching sun hanging high in the sky has gradually set near the horizon, but fortunately, the village of these natives is not very far, and it was not long before the group returned to the village where the natives were located before the sun completely set.

Almost immediately after the group returned to the village, someone ran out to greet them.

When they saw these natives actually holding a dead male lion together, these natives who ran out to greet them also let out some exclamations that Mo Ren was a little incomprehensible.

However, compared to the amazement and communication of these natives, Mo Ren was still more interested in the village itself, so at this moment, he also closed his left eye slightly, and directly took a look at the village from the perspective of the mind without dead ends, only to find that this village was more depressed than he imagined.

The rooms were made of thatch and mud, and there were no more than twenty houses in the whole village, without any modern facilities, nor any modern facilities, Mo Ren felt as if he had returned to primitive times, most of the tools in the village were bone or stone, metal utensils were almost invisible, all the containers were clay pots, no pots, no stoves, and even some rooms did not even have beds or doors, everything seemed to be described, depicting the antiquity and primitiveness of the place.

“……”

For a moment, Mo Ren was also a little suspicious of himself, wondering if it was a wise decision for him to come here to find hallucinogenic drugs.

Looking at the dilapidated level here, I'm afraid that I can't even eat enough every day, let alone use the leftover berries to make wine, it is estimated that all the edible things around here have been eaten by them, Mo Ren feels that he might as well go back and smell the faster.

"Whoa, who ”

Just as Mo Ren was hesitating whether to leave here, the native who had previously obtained the pearl ran over from not far away, and while respectfully saying something to himself, he stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction not far away: "Boom, boom, boom." ”

“？”

Mo Ren couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could barely understand the other party's gestures, so he also glanced in the direction of the other party's gesture.

As a result, I saw an old indigenous man who looked to be old.

In fact, there are several old people in this village, but just by looking at the appearance, Mo Ren can clearly see the difference between this indigenous old man, because at this moment he is wearing linen clothes that are rare in the entire village, and there are some more unique feather decorations on his body, and he has a band-like turban on his head, which is wrapped with some things such as animal teeth, metal, and bones, which obviously has a very high status.

[Should it be a chieftain or something?, or a wizard?]

Mo Ren glanced at the old man, and his feet slowly moved in that direction.

(PS: The tricks you guessed are too confusing, what the hell is the blood droplet, what is the fantasy department, and what is the straight death and the Seven Nights assassination technique.) ）