Ansu watched indifferently as one of the Ammanrans galloped away, she was not in a hurry to flee, she wanted to see if anyone in their clan could speak the lingua franca. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf it weren't for this, Ansu wouldn't have had to show mercy, and they wouldn't have been alive to point fingers there.

Samba Amara, the first warrior of the Amandra tribe and the chief of the tribe, was a burly man of great strength when he heard that the tribesmen had reported that he had found a powerful female, so he became interested and rushed with a few of his tribesmen.

"Who are you?" Ansu asked again, her eyes falling on Samba's body.

Samba ignored the report of the clansmen for a moment, his eyes widened, he pushed away the clansmen who were blocking it with his hand, took a step forward, and asked, "You, do you speak the lingua franca?" ”

"Yes." Ansu twisted her eyebrows.

"I am Samba, the chief of the Amandra tribe. Nice to see you. I cordially invite you to be a guest of the people. Samba said enthusiastically.

"Ansu." Ansu jumped lightly from the tree and nodded at Samba.

Seeing the chieftain offering courtesy to Ansu, an Amallah sighed and whispered to his companions, "I finally found a female, and it seems that she is the chief again." Looking at the chief's back enviously, "The chief has five wives, and he doesn't sympathize with us at all, pitiful." ”

"I don't think so." The other Amanrah touched his chin and grinned, "This female is so powerful, it's a question of whether the chief can tame her, hehe." ”

The Amanra settlement is a sparse forest of acacia and mushroom trees. Under the shade of the trees are conical tents, propped up with branches, and covered with layers of hides. The midday sun was cast in bunches by the branches, and in the dappled shadows of the trees, most of the Amanrans rested under the trees.

As soon as the Samba chieftain returned, the watchmen of Amandah blew their horns, and the Amamrans immediately came to their senses and ran out to welcome the chief and the hunters of the tribe. This time the hunters did not disappoint the tribesmen, and they brought back a large male wildebeest, enough to feed the tribe for several days. But to their surprise, there was also a female with them, an eccentric female.

She had no tail, smooth skin, and was wearing something I don't know what it was, but it was by no means animal skin. When did the other tribes come to the steppe?

In their astonished gaze, the chief led the female into his big tent, and the Ammanrans looked at each other, could it be that this female was the chief's sixth wife?

The chief's tent was three times the size of the usual tent, and was covered with animal skins, and the chief's tent was generally used for deliberation, and each of his five wives had a tent, and his children were raised by her and lived with her. Samba goes to whichever wife he wants, he goes to whichever tent he wants. Females are generally not allowed to enter the marquee, except during the wedding ceremony.

"Can you tell me where you learned your lingua franca now?" Samba asked softly, sitting cross-legged on the leopard skin. Along the way, he talked a lot about the grassland, and he talked about it, just to shorten the distance between him and Ansu, so that the other party was not so wary. In this steppe, the leader of the tribe who can speak the lingua franca is usually the chief. And An Su has a strong aura on his body, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. For the tribe that suddenly appeared, the Samba chief had to grasp the situation, whether it was friend or foe, and the sooner he knew, the better.

"I learned from the Naga." Ansu was silent for a moment and said.

"Naga?" Samba straightened up and squinted his eyes, sure enough, there was a new tribe.

"The sea tribe of the Great Blue Sea." An Su said lightly.

"Haha, you mean the sea on the other side of the Death Desert?" Samba Gan laughed twice, he knew from the legends passed down by the tribe that there was a great blue ocean, but he had to cross the Death Desert, but that desert, he had not heard of anyone who could cross it alive.

"You're from the big blue ocean? Walked through the Desert of Death? ”

"Yes."

Chief Samba stood up and walked around Ansu a few times, unable to believe that this skinny-looking body could pass through the desert that burned like flames.

But her body did look like she had been tortured. Chief Samba was skeptical of what Ansu had said, and asked some more about the Naga.

An Su answered all questions, but only talked about something insignificant, and she didn't say a word about the war between the Naga and Niga. After hearing this, Chief Samba couldn't help but secretly wipe a handful of sweat, fortunately there was a death desert in the way, otherwise such a powerful tribe would definitely be difficult to deal with.

"Then why did you leave?" Chief Samba asked nervously, it wouldn't be here to explore the way, would he?

"I'm coming for my companion."

Secretly relieved, Chief Samba raised his eyebrows and said, "I see, it's a pity that we haven't seen anything like you." ”

"No?" Ansu was very disappointed in her heart, and there was no one here.

"Yes, but I don't know if there's anywhere else." Chief Samba shrugged.

"Somewhere else?"

Chief Samba gave a thumbs up and pointed to the east: "That side of the snowy mountains." ”

During the rainy season, the river at the bottom of the Great Rift Valley floods, and the turbid yellow water gushes out of the caves, flooding the entire valley floor, leaving only a looming canopy. The Amanra had to climb the cliffs at the bottom of the valley and migrate to the surface. When the next dry season begins and the river recedes, they will return to the valley bottom. There is water in the cave at the bottom of the valley all year round, and they are not worried about the water source.

In the gushing river at the bottom of the valley, suddenly a black shadow broke through the water, clinging to the rock wall with its hands and feet, and the broken stone rolled down, it only slid down a short distance, and immediately climbed up the rock wall quickly.

It paused for a moment on the ground, looking up as if to carefully identify the breath in the air, the scent of grass and trees in the night breeze, the smell of animals and the hint of blood. The night of the grassland is lively, and all kinds of nocturnal animals come out to move, breaking the silence of the night. The black shadow stood for a long time, and suddenly let out a howl in the sky, and ran excitedly towards the settlement of the Ammanra. In the faint green light of the grassland, two red points of light swept by like a comet--

A large bonfire was lit in the open space in the middle of Amara's settlement, and the old wizard wearing a multicolored feather crown and a straw skirt was muttering a mantra in front of the fire in a low voice, circling around the fire as he spoke, and the unknown powder in his hand was sprinkled into the fire, and a half-pungent and half-sweet fragrance spread.

The Amanrans gathered around and listened attentively to the prayers of the shamans, and although they did not understand, they were very respectful of the fire. They believed that fire had a mysterious power, so they would make sacrifices every time they had a meal, praying that it would continue to bless them. The Amanra people eat only one meal a day in the evening, and during the day the hunters come back from hunting, and at night they gather around to share the food. Their food consisted of animal flesh and harvested fruit, which was distributed by the chiefs in order to make it available to everyone. Of course, females and children eat the least, and males eat first.

The daily dinner is also an important time for the people of Amandah to exchange emotions, and even the addition of Ansu today did not affect them much. When Ansu arrived, he saw a lively scene.