The four speedboats lasted about ten minutes and finally approached a small island.

Everything in front of them made Rory and the others stunned.

The trees on this island are extremely large, as thick as five or six zhang, and up to 100 meters high.

All kinds of strange flowers and plants, it is difficult to distinguish the species. Everything on the island is big, exuding an air of ancient times.

The speedboat docked on the golden sand, and Rory and the others were preparing to go to the island.

Suddenly, there was a horn sound, and in the grass, a native was blowing a conch, and a group of natives lurked in the grass, throwing stone spears and spears at Rory and others, and long arrows shot towards Rory and others like raindrops.

"Holy!" Luo Rui was in a hurry, he didn't expect that there were people in this kind of place, and in a hurry, he could only use the electromagnetic force field of the high-level electric light people. Increases the surrounding gravity by a factor of nine in an instant.

The stone spears that were thrown were affected by gravity, and they fell weakly, because the arrows were light, they were less affected by gravity, but after shooting, the speed and strength were significantly weakened, and the seven mutant soldiers, holding the alloy dagger given to them by Rory, cut off all those arrows in a row.

With the exception of three crew members who were shot in the thigh, the others were safe.

Seeing that the natives were about to attack again, Luo Rui used an electromagnetic shield to protect himself, and used electromagnetic catapults to eject, and his body was like a cannonball, and he was a hundred meters away.

An invisible electric current was released, and before the natives could attack, they were electrocuted into the grass.

Rory grabbed a stout man with feathers on his head and a necklace of animal bones on his chest and asked.

What this guy said was so incomprehensible that it was not incomprehensible at all.

In desperation, Rory had to change the title of 'intermediate translator'. This title allows Rory to be selectively proficient in 142 languages.

After having the title of intermediate translator, Rory's communication with this indigenous person was barrier-free.

"We are not enemies. We don't want to hurt you. ”

The native was amazed to hear that Rory was able to speak the language of his race.

Rory let go of him and said it succinctly in the indigenous language, roughly saying that he and the others had lost their way at sea before they broke into here.

Language is the best way to bridge the barriers, and when the natives understood Rory's words, they all laid down their arms.

"Everyone follow me, it's okay."

After Rory waved his hand to the people around him, the crew followed Rory closely. Accompanied those natives to the island.

The island has a warm climate and thatched huts dotted around the forest.

Rory found that these natives were very backward, as if they had just entered the Iron Age, and the pots of food on the island were rough and poor, and the iron tools were scarce.

Several wrinkled old men walked over with the support of the natives.

Rory and the elders exchanged pleasantly, and the hostility between the two sides had been completely lifted.

From the elders, Rori learns that these natives call themselves 'Soda'.

The chronograph of the Soda people is completely different from that of modern people. It took Rory hours to figure out that these natives might have existed for 60,000 years, 60,000 years. They have never been exposed to the outside world. The strange sea area blocks the erosion of human civilization and prevents them from entering the outside world.

These people almost kept the way they lived tens of thousands of years ago, and they could only do simple math. The text resembles oracle bone script, with only a few hundred words, just enough to sustain communication.

Due to on these islands. They have no natural predators, so they are born to close relatives, and the intellectual development of the natives is extremely slow. Just some simple math, a simple language of communication.

The piranha pomfret that Rory was in the corona excited the natives, and they all went into the water together and carried all the piranha pomfrets that were still dizzy to the shore.

After dozens of man-eating pomfrets were carried ashore, the natives began to slaughter these ancient piranhas, a large amount of meat, which made the natives very happy, and Rory and others also became their guests, these simple natives, with all kinds of strange food, warmly entertained Rory and others.

As the night progressed, the whole island suddenly fell into darkness, and the natives began to burrow into huts or rock crevices to rest, there were no natural predators on the island, and they were accustomed to working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

After the crew set up their tents, they also began to enter the dream.

Rory sat in front of the campfire and continued to communicate with several elders.

Rory discovered that the Soda were almost the only race in the seas, occupying more than a dozen small islands, perhaps thousands of square kilometers in size.

Since they do not know how to grow crops or raise livestock, they all rely on hunting for their livelihood, so their living standards are backward, the mortality rate is extremely high, and food and drink are their only requirements. Those who can live to the age of 40 are already respectable elders, and there are only about three or four thousand people in the entire tribe.

Rory tried to ask the elders about everything about the nameless island a thousand nautical miles away, but it didn't seem to work.

These natives are too backward, and the wooden boats they built are so simple that they tie the wood together, which can only be regarded as wooden rafts, which cannot resist the rapids in the sea at all, let alone the ferocious ancient creatures in the sea area.

The next morning, Rory gathered all the crew, and due to the danger of the seas, Rory decided to take only seven mutant GIs on the road, while the rest stayed on the island.

In order to make peace between the natives and crew members on the island, Rory decides to give them a little favor.

Rory wrote several books overnight, teaching the natives several ways to make sea salt, how to develop iron ore to make ironware, and how to make paper from grass paste.

As for the primitive and backward way of making fire for the natives, Rory simply gave them a box of lighters. Since the plants on the island were not fully investigated, and the species were not clear, they did not know which ones could be planted, and there was no way to teach them how to grow crops. Lowry taught them only a few ways to keep livestock in captivity.

Rory handed over a few books made in indigenous languages to a few elders, and several elders looked through them, and their poor intelligence understood these books, and after knowing the benefits of these books, the elders were so excited that they all trembled, and they knelt down and bowed down to Rory as if they were gods.

As for the box of disposable lighters given by Rory, the natives were even more ecstatic, one by one they took the lighters, and they could make a fire at the touch of a button, and they were so excited that these guys screamed and lit fires everywhere, almost not burning the island.

In their eyes, Rory is almost a god-like existence, and the appearance of Rory will raise the civilization of this race to a higher level. So Rory's order to take care of the crew has become an irresistible decree for the natives.

The crew members who were named by Rory to stay on the island were all very excited and nodded in agreement with Rory's order.

There are a lot of spices on the island, which are very valuable, and some of the gems on the island are casually discarded as stones by the natives, and if you collect more, you can make a fortune.

And the scenery on the island is charming, and those aborigines, who are not full of sexy bodies and delicate women, help this primitive tribe and improve the breed, they are also happy.

After everything was done, Rory took seven soldiers and drove the speedboat to the nameless island, Rory had no intention of coveting the scenery, and he had no intention of coveting the beauties on the island who were also yellow-skinned. Collecting bioprotobacteria and going home is Rory's only purpose.

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The following words are not counted:

Well, originally I wanted to satisfy readers who like adventure, adventure. Writing these plots, everyone thinks that the protagonist is traveling, looking at the scenery, appreciating the peculiar scenery, all kinds of different creatures, to relax, I want to write a sense of the picture in detail. Now it seems that readers don't like these plots, so I'll omit tens of thousands of words. What was meant to be written in detail, fast forward. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)