The Koro tribe, which lives in trees and lives like birdmen, is actually a tribe with more than 1,000 people and has reached the medium-sized standard.

There was such a point, which Song Yong had definitely not expected before.

But judging from the standard that every tree tree is inhabited by a family, Song Yong saw at least 300 treehouses here.

It represents the Koro tribe, which consists of at least three hundred families.

So it's a medium-sized tribe, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it.

What Song Yong didn't expect was that in such a remote and hidden forest tribe as the Koro tribe, there was still a witch existence.

The man in his forties, dressed in a robe of some old linen, looked quite honest.

Like Song Yong, this Koroqi is also the leader of the tribe.

Even this Koro was not from a certain witch sect.

Instead, the previous one found a good cub in the tribe, and finally after the death of the previous witch, the cub took over the identity of the witch.

Such a situation is very common in the Central Plains.

Invisibly, the number of tribes in the Central Plains region is far beyond the imagination of the soil buns in the marginal areas of Lei Yeze.

After learning that Song Yong, the gray rabbit, was actually a fellow Taoist.

The honest and honest Koroqi immediately became more and more enthusiastic, and the originally high-standard reception standard was raised by a notch......

The treehouse where Koro lives is also home to the Koro tribe's firepit.

It is estimated that the daily sacrifices of the Koro tribe are also placed in this tree house.

Therefore, the welcome banquet held for Song Yong and others in the evening was also placed here, and it was held in a tree house with an area of at least thousands of square meters and the same as a large hall.

After sleeping in the mountains and forests for a few days, such a serious banquet undoubtedly made the hooligans and others eat and drink like starving ghosts reincarnated.

Even Song Yong, a picky person, is very interested in food and drinks at night.

The first drink served in the evening is a fruit brew similar to monkey wine.

It was brought back by the Koro tribe from the nearby monkey herd with considerable effort, and it has always been a specialty of the Koro tribe that is famous for other tribes.

Because of the cherishing of the quantity, Song Yong didn't reveal his identity as a witch before, and there was really no way for the Koro tribe to be willing to take it out.

Maybe for those hooligans, these monkey wine is not strong enough.

But for Song Yong, such a fruity fruit brew is quite beautiful, and if it can be brought back to the modern plane, the female ticket king Xinran and her girlfriends will definitely love this taste.

Secondly, the staple of the evening is a fat hazel chicken endemic to the region.

The turkey-like fat hazelnut was eviscerated, and a number of wild fruits and thatch were put into its belly that even Song Yong and Sang Yu did not recognize.

There are also several eggs the size of ping-pong balls, which are also stuffed into it.

Then, the hazelnut chicken, which weighed almost ten pounds, was wrapped in thick leaves and mud, and roasted on a fire.

This kind of practice, which is similar to calling a flower chicken, is naturally not new to Song Yong at all.

The problem is that it can't stand it, this kind of hazelnut chicken, a specialty near the Koro tribe, is unscientifically good in terms of meat quality, and when it is grilled, it penetrates into the rich fruity aroma of the chicken.

Even when he ate it, he didn't even add a little yellow-brown coarse salt, which made Song Yong eat it with great pleasure.

Even in the key point of the dantian, the fire of the Lieshan tribe, which has been making trouble, seems to have alleviated a lot, a lot.

In this way, while the two sides were chatting with each other about some different customs and customs, the overall atmosphere was also quite good.

While eating and drinking, Song Yong heard a lot of useful information.

At least I know that in the dense forest of the Black Dragon Ridge Mountain Range, there are actually many tribes who live in seclusion here for various reasons.

For the specific reason, Koroji seemed to have some concerns, and did not say it on the spot.

But it also made the young man Song Yong and others go from knowing nothing about this place to having a general impression.

At the end of the banquet, where the guests and the guests were happy, talking and laughing, some of the uncontrollable Koro made a request to start trading.

Since it was in the name of a caravan, it was infiltrated into this secret tribe.

Song Yong naturally would not object to such a reasonable proposal put forward by Koroqi and others.

Under his orders, the gangsters and others, who were just a little drunk, put out all the materials that were not so necessary for the next trip.

In this way, there are not many things that can be traded, but Song Yong is not worried at all.

Because the young man has enough confidence, even if it is said to be here from the Koro tribe, a caravan from a certain tribe in the Central Plains will arrive every few months.

But how can the goods from the dignified Grey Rabbit tribe be comparable to those garbage-like things!

It's that they are open to trading with the Koro tribe, but the Koro tribe, which is huge, is estimated to not be able to exchange much.

Sure enough, Song Yong was right again.

In the Koro tribe, a small amount of witch medicine and the last twenty catties or so of monkey wine are used.

There are still eighty pheasants, which is already nearly half of the dried pheasant inventory in the Koro tribe, and it is from Song Yong and others that they have exchanged a little bit of something.

These include: two hand axes, five iron spear heads, a watermelon knife, three salted fish, and a pair of leggings.

After exchanging the above things, the Koro tribe will no longer be able to squeeze out more materials that can be traded.

Of course, the reason for this situation is to change into a pair of half-used and rose-colored leggings.

Gritted teeth, Lord Koro, has given too much for it.

Otherwise, just by changing the supplies for leggings, you can replace them with a lot more iron gun heads.

But there is no way! A dignified witch of a medium-sized tribe should not be able to lose face, and he can't even count on a pair of leggings in a caravan......

After the transaction was completed, he was very satisfied with the result of this transaction, and even felt that he had made a lot of money, so he immediately gave Song Yong a warm hug.

The leggings that keep stroking in the hands and feel good.

His mouth said: "Thank you, Lord Gray Rabbit, in the future, your caravan of the Gray Rabbit Tribe will always be the best friend of our Koro Tribe." ”

Although the family of the Koro tribe is about to be emptied by the caravan this time.

But being able to exchange so many good things back still made the high-level executives of the Koro tribe who were qualified to participate in the transaction feel very satisfied.

The problem is that under such a warm embrace, the strong smell on his body almost fainted the poor young man.

I don't know how long it's been since Koro has taken a shower.

It is estimated that it was just a contact just now, and Song Yong, who didn't know how many lice had been contaminated with his body, had a wry smile on his face.

I brewed in my heart, and I was going to ask if I could arrange for my people to rest.

That way, he can hurry up the time for Gardenia to boil a pot of boiling water, quickly let himself take a hot bath, and gratefully get rid of the lice that seem to have moved on his body.

At this time, Koroko said again:

"With these things, we won't be laughed at by other tribes when we go to the Thunderfall Tribe's alliance this time. ”

"The Thunderfall Tribe, the Alliance, the matter of when. As soon as he heard this, Song Yong immediately couldn't even talk about taking a bath.

Because in the previous banquet, he had heard that along the forest path all the way to the south, there would be many tribes of all sizes.

Eventually, if you keep heading south, you'll come to the remnants of the Black Dragon Ridge Mountains, which are already the hinterland of the Central Plains.

And at this moment, Song Yong had a kind of understanding: the so-called Thunderfall tribe should be the tribe that he dreamed of holding a large-scale sacrifice in his dream.

Maybe when you get there, the fire of the Burning Mountain Tribe in your body will stop.

After hearing Song Yong's question, Koroji replied, "That is, the recent thing, we originally planned to set off for the Thunderfall Tribe the morning after tomorrow. ”

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Song Yong hurriedly said this:

"Take me to our caravan, and you can take care of each other along the way~"

Because of all the magic in the dream, Song Yong really didn't dare to go over directly, but in a sense, with the endorsement of the Koro tribe, the situation should be much better.

"No need. Koroki rejected Song Yong.

Fortunately, the subsequent explanation let Song Yong know that there was still a possibility of rescuing: "Although there are a lot of good things in your caravan, there are many tribes along the way, and you don't need to go to the Thunderfall tribe at all, you can be traded early." ”

"It's okay! Let's go to the Thunderfall Tribe, even if we are familiar with the route, we can bring more supplies next time, and if we go to the Thunderfall Tribe to trade, it will definitely be a big customer." ”

Such nonsense came as soon as Song Yong's mouth was opened.

And it was such an impeccable excuse that Korochi agreed: "Okay! You wait for us tomorrow, we need to prepare." ”

Song Yong, who had fulfilled his wish, was suddenly full of joy in his heart.

In a very good mood, he opened his backpack full of change of clothes and rummaged through it.

Eventually, he pulled out a pair of small pants that he had worn for some years in his backpack.

Even for this, the little pants he wore when he was the god of Sanhe have very deep feelings.

But without hesitation, Song Yong still used this thing, Song Yong to Corot, a more needed character.

Giving people roses, hands with fragrance, giving people small pants, that's also the thing he should do as a red scarf in a modern plane.