Lao Luo came to this plane on the seventeenth day, the fourth day when he walked out of the jungle of Shagayu. In the morning, Lao Luo asked Bahamut to skin and divide the two lions that had been stored in the ring space after hunting two days ago. Bahamut was surprised that the lion did not have any wounds on it.

"Warrior Bator, how did this lion die?"

"Look here," said Luo Luo, pointing to the back of one of the lions, where there was a clear mark, "come, reach out and touch its bones." ”

"Oh, all the gods of the Maasai are above," Bahamut said, touching the broken neck bone of the lion, "the bones of his neck are all broken, and you have great strength Barthol." ”

"It's nothing, just a little skill." Lao Luo really doesn't take this seriously, if you want to say fierce, the brown bears in Northeast Asia and North America are much more ferocious than lions, not to mention these two stray lions who have just been driven out of the group.

Bahamut was commanding several high-ranking fighters who were familiar with it, while muttering things like "how is this possible". Lao Luo really couldn't teach them anything about this, the Maasai people had their own hunting skills, and their fighting habits were not easy to change.

"I said, Baha, aren't you curious about how my stuff came to be?" Lao Luo changed the topic and asked the Maasai people about their attitude towards the origin of their items.

"It's nothing, it's enough for us to know that a mighty and mysterious warrior like you is a friend," Bahamut said casually, "and we won't search for our friends' secrets." ”

"Well, you guys are really good," Lao Luo sighed, feeling lucky, "It's really easy and happy to be friends with you." ”

The lion skin was entrusted to the Maasai people to help cook it, and Lao Luo was busy with the others to deal with the lion's flesh and bones.

Manuha commanded dozens of young warriors to bring in the exchange of goods—five rolls of white muslin, five rolls of red muslin, thirty cowhides, thirty dehaired sheepskins, ten sheepskin bladders, fifty beautifully made sausage husk bladders, three iron pots of various sizes, twenty rolls of thumb-thick linen rope, dozens of balls of linen thread, and even a precious black rhinoceros horn as a gift.

"Warrior Bartol, time is tight, these are the only things that can be prepared to come out for trading" Manuha pointed to these items, and singled out the rhinoceros horn, "This is the head horn of a black rhinoceros, it is a gift from the Great Elder, this rhino horn will be a witness to our friendship, in the wild, when encountering difficulties, blow the rhinoceros horn, as long as the Maasai people who hear it will rush to converge." ”

"Okay, I'll take the rhino horn, but isn't there too much of it?" Lao Luo was confused that there were too many items, and he couldn't get the things exchanged, "Two bags of fine salt can't exchange so many things." ”

"No, for us, fine salt is a healthy force that can't be bought." Manuha said sincerely, "If we Maasai want to be strong, we can only drink ox blood or use rock salt to cook food. And rock salt is bitter and astringent, and you will get sick if you eat too much. ”

"That's too much, I don't really need that much."

"No, these items are in exchange for your advice yesterday." Manuha's attitude was firm, "Your advice has given us the future of the Maasai people, not only our tribe, but all the surrounding Maasai tribes will thank you." ”

Lao Luo, who had nothing to say, sighed deeply, the later generations did not really communicate with the tribe of the Maasai people, and I don't know if the Maasai people in later generations still stick to their hearts so much, I am afraid it will be difficult. Could it be that the more the world develops, the more complex the human heart becomes?

Is the human heart becoming more and more complex, is it progress or decay?

It was not very hot at noon on this day, so the elder Luo simply cooked a pot of lion broth in a newly-obtained deep-bottomed iron pot, and made a lot of breadfruit stickers in a flat iron pot. In order to entertain Manuha and Bahamut and others, the Maasai people, who had never only eaten all kinds of grilled food, almost swallowed their tongues together, and shouted that they must learn this way of eating, and also called their respective wives to ask Lao Luo how to make food, and Lao Luo had to sigh in his heart that no matter how ethical a nation is, there is no bottom line in the face of appetite.

Lao Luo, who had been given some new things, did not sit idle, and in exchange for teaching Bahamut's wife how to make food, he invited a few bald women to help make new things.

A few cloak clothes were made of white linen to shield from the wild African sun, and then a combination of sheepskin and cowhide was used to make a few backpacks on both shoulders, Lao Luo didn't like the red eye-catching, so he exchanged some black cloth, and then sewed some thickened and wearable patch pocket shorts similar to modern equipment with black and red, as well as a plate belt made of cowhide, a cuirass and leg guards sewn from a mixture of cowhide and cloth, and a shoulder rest on the left shoulder of the cuirass was specially added to Hua Biao to grab and climb, as well as new sandals sewn from cowhide, Lao Luo's original crocodile skin equipment is actually quite good, but some places are a little rough, and after cleaning, it has been reorganized with muslin, and Lao Luo plans to use it as a backup equipment.

Lao Luo after the whole costume change, looks like some Arab warriors of this era, and some like the barbarian warriors in later movies and games, with his tall and strong figure, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is comparable to Hercules in ancient Greek mythology, and the Maasai Bahamut and Manuha also borrowed things from Lao Luo's equipment, and after seeing Lao Luo's equipment, they went back to find their wives and went to be busy.

After making the clothes, Lao Luo focused on perfecting the details, the position of the dagger flying knife, wooden cone stab, spear throwing and other hanging weapons, it is not that you can not care about the ease of the weapon with a space ring, you must know that every warrior will have his own combat skills, this thing can not be solved by relying entirely on special equipment. What's more, tactically speaking, outwardly draped weapons can also play a role in confusing the enemy - weapons stored in the ring space can also play a role in surprise. Lao Luo is a master tactician, and has a more instinctive instinct for combat. In terms of strategy, Lao Luo is still improving, and Lao Luo still has a long way to go from the later generations of hot weapons to the cold weapon battles of this era.

On the afternoon of the fourth day of the Maasai tribe, Lao Luo sorted out all the things, including the lion skin that the Maasai needed to help with - this thing was not valuable in the eyes of the Maasai people, at most it was a certificate and symbol of the warrior's assessment, and Lao Luo was going to use it as a gift at some point.

The sun is still some time away from the distant mountain top, Lao Luo sat on the rattan chair, wiped the Ran Yu long knife that Lao Luo loved with butter, the blue and red blade has no traces of wear and tear, Lao Luo really can't see what kind of craftsmanship and metal it is made of, even the strongest alloy in later generations may not be able to achieve this effect. Jingyuan Daoren did not leave any method of casting the knife, if the knife was damaged, he did not even have a way to repair it, nor did he leave any knife cheats, so he could only rely on his fighting experience and basic knowledge of kinematics to slowly hone the skills used. Although his strength has increased dramatically now, and it is not good to play with a knife for two hours, but manpower is sometimes poor, what if there are many enemies? A hundred people are not afraid, but what about a thousand?

It seems that it is still necessary to make bows and arrows or crossbow arrows, and if you use them yourself, a powerful bow and crossbow will be useful, otherwise it is better to use a flying knife and a wooden thorn. Alas, if you want to return to that land, the road is too far, who knows what birdman to meet? And back there, it is not necessarily peaceful, no matter which era, there are a lot of birdmen, Lao Luo and my days will not be idle, and the future generations will twist people's heads, this era is estimated to be cut off heads, and I don't know how much to cut.

Lao Luo pondered silently about cutting off people's heads, and Manuha led a few people from the Great Elder over, and the aura emanating from his body made several people who fought with lions chill all over.

"Elder Manuha, you're here." Lao Luo heard the footsteps, looked up, and immediately stood up and spoke respectfully, "I've seen the Great Elder." ”

"Warrior Bator, I heard you're leaving tomorrow?" The Great Elder said bluntly.

"Yes, I'm ready to continue east." Lao Luo was also blunt, in fact, there was nothing to shy away from, "Elder Manuha told me that I had seen the Tang people over there, and I was going to see if I could find them. ”

"It's okay, Manuha knows everything I know," the Grand Elder was a little depressed, but quickly perked up, "Warrior Bartol, will you ever return to this place again?" ”

"Perhaps, you know that my hometown is far from here." Lao Luo felt that the Great Elder was not in a very good mood, "Maybe there will be a lot of things for me to do in my hometown, maybe not, and it may be a long time before I come back." ”

"Well, I would like to ask the Warrior of Bartol, to bring my two clansmen as your followers," the Great Elder's face was full of reluctance and expectation, "Don't worry, they won't be a problem for you, they may not be good at fighting, but they can always do some trivial things." ”

"This ......" Lao Luo respects such a wise elder who is selfless for the sake of the tribe, and understands that he means that he wants Lao Luo to take his two children to see some things in the outside world, hoping that one day he can return to the tribe with his knowledge, "I may often walk in dangerous places, and I am afraid that I will not have time to take care of them at that time." ”

"It doesn't matter, they've all gone through a period of tribulation and will take care of themselves." The Great Elder also seems to be a decisive man, and he will not change his determination, "Even if they die on the road, that is their fate." ”

"Well, I promised," Lao Luo has always been a decisive person, "which two?" ”

"Naga, Mnachi, come forward!" The Grand Elder shouted, "Remember what you two said. ”

"Wait, I'm going to ask," Lao Luo didn't want to coax two people with him every day, so some requirements had to be said in advance, even if one had been saved by himself, and the other had been seen by Manuha's side.

"Okay, Warrior Bartol, please."

"I have two requirements, first, when I go out, I must follow my orders, and I will demand them according to the standards of a warrior; Second, if necessary, abandon the Maasai standard. Lao Luo's words were very serious, and he said them to the two young senior fighters.

"No problem!" It was the Great Elder who spoke first.

"Yes, no problem." Two high-ranking fighters spoke in unison.

"Alright, Warrior Bartol, the two of them will stay at your disposal," the Grand Elder breathed a sigh of relief, "The Clan will hold a send-off party in the evening, please be sure to attend." ”

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

When only Lao Luo, Naga, and Mnaqi were left in the open space in front of Lao Luo's hut, Lao Luo stared at the two of them motionless for a while. Naga is better, after all, he was once rescued by Lao Luo, but he was a little nervous, and Mnachi was the black man who used to follow Manuha to make records, and his body was not only nervous, but also a little scared.

"It's dangerous to follow me, I may have a lot of enemies in the future, if you regret it, I'll go and tell the Great Elder now, don't worry, I won't say that you are scared." Lao Luo was very kind.

"No, I don't regret it, I'll stay the course, benefactor." It was Naga who spoke, and that tone sounded to Lao Luo not so much a show of determination as a cheer for himself.

"I'll do your bidding, sir." Although Mnaki's body was still a little shaky, his tone was firm.

"Okay, relax today, go get together with your family, and leave at sunrise tomorrow morning, just bring your weapons, nothing else matters." Lao Luo also brought new recruits back then, and this feeling is similar. The harvest has been good in the past few days, and maybe there are two more subordinates who can be a help.

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