Dylan reached out to touch the little boy's head, but the little guy ducked away in some panic.

Seeing this, Thomas on the side couldn't help but say: "Nemo, Dylan, he's not a bad person, you don't have to be afraid." ”

The little guy glanced at Thomas, then at Dylan, and the look of guard in his eyes eased slightly.

"Nemotha has been more introverted since he was a child, and in addition to being close to his mother, he is relatively cold to his own people, I hope you don't mind. Thomas pointed to the innocent-looking little boy.

Dylan always felt that this little boy was very special, and his intuition was generally more accurate, but he couldn't say what was special for a while.

But Dylan had a feeling that there was something in this little guy that wasn't his own.

Just when Dylan was puzzled, he heard an exclamation from the crowd: "Look there!"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, but in the distance they saw a Tarona tribe of a dozen tents.

These members of the Müller family, who had lived on the shores of the Arctic since birth, were amazed for a moment when they had ever seen such a thing, and they did not know what those tents made of sheepskin and cowhide were.

Dylan smiled and explained, "Those are the houses of the Tarona tribe, and they are really different from the houses in your small fishing village. Because the people here live a nomadic life, they often have to change pastures, so they don't live in the same place permanently, and the tents you see are easier to dismantle and erect, which is more suitable for their nomadic life. ”

"There are many tribes like this on the Tarona steppe, and the one you see now should be considered a relatively small one, and many large tribes will even have hundreds, thousands of such tents. ”

One of them exclaimed, "Thousands, how many people can live there?"

Dylan smiled indifferently: "As far as I know, the largest tribe on this Tarona prairie has thousands of people. ”

The people of the Mueller family let out a burst of admiration, they originally thought that even if there were many people in the outside world, they would be like them, and they would be composed of small fishing villages.

Dylan looked at the Tarona herders who were grazing their cattle leisurely, and his heart was calm.

Now that I think about it, maybe it's not a bad thing for them to live on such a savannah, at least life is simple, they are generally very simple, and they don't have too much deception and greed like the Ganemans, and live in hypocrisy.

It's just that the unpredictable drought in the Tarona grassland has indeed made their lives a little difficult.

"Perhaps in the future, when the Tarona steppes establish trade with the province of Chongjiang, the situation will improve. After all, Chongjiang Province has several huge rivers and lakes, and there is no shortage of water resources. Dylan thought to himself.

They soon passed by the Tarona tribe and continued their journey south.

With the help of Dylan's Wind Magic Scroll, the group was able to travel quickly and without getting tired at all, as the air currents were always hovering at their feet, lightening their body of weight.

After another hour or so, they saw a relatively large Tarona tribe, which should have hundreds of tents as far as the eye could see, and it was estimated that it should be a tribe of thousands of people.

The garrison was much more formalized than the small tribes seen earlier, and the outskirts of the tents were lined with sharpened wooden fences to defend against wild wolves.

And between the wooden fences, every few tens of meters, there will be a wooden tower five or six meters high, on which there seem to be two sentries with bows and arrows on their backs, who have been carefully inspecting the situation around the camp.

Thomas asked, "This must be a relatively large tribe, right?"

Dylan replied, "It's a medium size, but they're already a certain size, and the average wolf pack can't pose a threat to them." ”

Thomas looked at the archers on the tower: "Those guys also use bows and arrows, I wonder if their arms will be stronger than mine." ”

Dylan waved his hand repeatedly: "No! Absolutely not! Your strength is already very terrifying, although I know that these grassland herdsmen's archery and riding skills are indeed very good, but compared to you, it must be far beyond you." ”

Thomas touched his hair a little honestly, and said with a smile: "Not necessarily! If I had the chance, I would like to try it with them!"

Dylan responded: "Then you must tell me then, I will definitely go bankrupt, press all the wealth, and press you to win!"

Dylan and Thomas looked at each other and laughed.

What are you kidding, Thomas's archery Dylan has seen it, if it weren't for his perceptual power being different from ordinary people, maybe he would have died in the Arctic Sea when he got close to the Eye of the Ocean.

Dylan secretly compared in his heart that Thomas's arm strength was even far greater than that of ordinary berserkers and paladins.

The power of the arrows shot with this terrifying power must be extremely terrifying.

The Tarona tribe in the distance soon discovered the whereabouts of Dylan and the others, and the loud sound of trumpets soon sounded in their tents.

Dylan frowned slightly, they were just passing by, and they didn't want to cause disputes, but for some reason, this tribe would take the initiative to attack.

Soon, the gate of the tribe's wooden fence was quickly opened, and a steppe cavalry army of fifty or sixty people quickly rushed in the direction of Dylan and the others.

The members of the Mueller family, seeing that each other were carrying weapons, were obviously not good, and they all looked at Thomas in a little panic for a while.

As the contemporary patriarch of the Muller family and the most powerful warrior in the family, Thomas is naturally not afraid at all.

Just as Thomas was about to break out of the group and take on the Prairie Cavalry, Dylan stopped him.

"Don't worry, let me talk to them!" Dylan said, turning and flying towards the cavalry.

This time, he didn't have anything to hide, and the demon dragon wings behind him appeared instantly, and the whole person turned into a blast of wind and rushed out at once.

Thomas bowed his head and pondered for a few seconds, then said to the people beside him, "You wait here first!"

With that, he immediately followed Dylan's footsteps and strode away.

Dylan soon came to a distance of more than thirty meters in front of the cavalry, and then the whole person was suspended in mid-air.

Those steppe cavalry soldiers never imagined that Dylan would be so fast and able to fly!