In addition to the few coyotes that were cut in half, Lao Luo skinned all the wolf corpses that could be skinned, including the head wolf. Anyway, it has been killed, and it doesn't care if there is a beast to make trouble again, for a time the tree is full of blood on the ground, and the skinned wolf corpse hangs on the tree, although it is not as large as the slaughterhouse of later generations, but the breath of the beast seems to be different, and it feels far more shocking than the slaughterhouse. Then cut off the wolf's thighs, and while the Maasai in the trees had not yet recovered their souls, they would pick up a few stout ones, and wrap the rest in wolf skins, so that they would not be disturbed by flies.

Although no beast approached, Lao Luo still saw a herd of lions wandering in the distance.

The Maasai man in the tree finally came back to his senses—knowing that this demon-like man would not kill him, he slowly slipped down the tree, and then sat down under the tree, watching in amazement as Lao Luo grabbed the carcass of the coyote and threw it to the lions who came from afar.

Lao Luo saw that the man in the tree had finally come down, looked back, and asked, "Maasai people?" ”

"......" the man in red muttered for a long time, "Maasai people, high-ranking warriors!" ”

Lao Luo turned his head and pursed his lips, staring at the real blood basin of the lions, watching them tear at the corpse of the coyote, "What about your companions?" "Lao Luo's Maasai is really not proficient, so he can only jump words like this.

"Let's go...... Scattered," the Maasai were also staring at the lions, but with a wooden expression, "Scattered by the wildebeests, I was ...... Chased by coyotes ......"

"Where's your spear?" Lao Luo knew that the Maasai had the habit of carrying a stick or spear with them, and that a high-ranking warrior who could wear a red robe should never throw away his weapon.

"It's stabbed on the coyote, and it's too late to pull it out." The Maasai replied with shame on his face.

"Oh......" seems to be a novice, but it is understandable, Lao Luo pulled out a short spear from his back and handed it to the Maasai man, "Here you go, go find your companion." ”

The Maasai took the short spear, looked at Lao Luo with surprise on his face, and then stood up with the support of the short spear, bent over, "Thank you, great warrior, my benefactor, I will thank you." ”

Lao Luo saw that this Maasai was only a teenager, it was estimated that he had just passed the coming-of-age ceremony, and there was blood on his ears, and his body was about the same as that of the Maasai people in later generations, half a head shorter than Lao Luo, thin and thin, and Lao Luo's general figure could not be compared at all. Lao Luo's short spear was also nearly two meters long, and this Maasai man was the right size to hold.

"Go, kid," Lao Luo didn't demand him anymore, this is obviously a child, "be careful! ”

"Yes," the Maasai man was visibly stunned when he heard Lao Luo say that the child was visibly stunned, then bowed his head, replied, and turned and ran south.

"Hehe," Lao Luo didn't care about his etiquette, that is, because this was a Maasai man, and he was replaced by a black man from another tribe, maybe Lao Luo would be too lazy to save people.

Lao Luo then cleaned up the coyote carcass, leaving all the wolf legs and wolf skins, and threw the rest to the lions not far away, and there were some hyenas wandering on the edge of the lions, and Lao Luo Li ignored them. Wrapping the wolf's legs in wolf skin, Lao Luo was ready to stay for a while, not that he couldn't leave, but he finally met people, or Maasai people with a good impression, hoping to make a deal with them, at least exchange some fabrics, and it was best to inquire about some nearby news from them, and it was best to have news from Arabs.

Lao Luo's expectations were not disappointed, and after waiting for more than half an hour, there were bursts of horns in the distance where the Maasai people had been, and some figures in red clothes could be seen communicating with each other in Lao Luo's sniper scope, and then ran in the direction of Lao Luo.

By the time Lao Luo put away his sniper scope and stood with a long knife in his hand facing the direction the Maasai had come, the Maasai had already run very close, and there were only a dozen people who could be seen, one of whom was a little older, and the rest were about the same age as the Maasai on the original tree.

About twenty meters away, all the Maasai stopped, and then the one who led the way, the one in the tree, and the oldest Maasai took their weapons and walked up.

The first to speak was the person on the original tree, and he bowed to Lao Luo, "My benefactor, this is our junior elder Mahamna. With that, he pointed to the elder beside him. Mahamut looked also very thin, with a slender body, only slightly shorter than Lao Luo's height, and his head was full of elaborate braids, which is the custom of the Maasai people.

"Hello, Warrior." Elder Mahamna also bent down, "Thank you for saving our warriors, and I hope there is anything we can do to help you." ”

"Hello, Elder Mahamna." Lao Luo followed the customs of the locals, the same style, not to mention that such etiquette is similar to the etiquette of later generations of China. "The thing of rescue is a small thing, and it doesn't need to be said again. I would like to exchange some items with your tribe. ”

"Well, welcome warriors to our tribe," said Mahamna, smiling very happily, "and we are lucky to be able to communicate with different friends." Don't know what your name is? ”

"I have a lot of names, you can call me Bartol" Lao Luo directly used his Mongolian name, which has no other meaning, but at least the Mongolian name is a continuous syllable, unlike Chinese names that outsiders always feel embarrassed to read. Then Lao Luo pointed to the wolf skin and wolf legs on the ground, "I understand that you don't eat hunting food, these are considered gifts from friends, and they are added to the warriors of the tribe." ”

"Thank you, Warrior Bator," Bahamna accepted the gift from Lao Luo very straightforwardly, the ethnic groups of the steppe are generally like this, and there is no fake politeness of the Central Plains. "Our tribe is not far away, please come and be a guest at us, I invite the Bator warriors to drink!"

"Well, this is not the place to talk." Lao Luo also has the same straight temper.

Bahamut directly ordered the other warriors to carry all the wolf skins and wolf legs away, and the expressions of those warriors looked excited. From the age and clothing of these warriors, Lao Luo can see many things, such as their warriors are very young, different from later generations. Later generations of Maasai people from the age of 14 to 30 could only be low-level warriors wearing black clothes, and after the age of 30 could they become high-level warriors wearing red robes. The Maasai were clearly too young.

On the way to the Maasai tribe, Mahamut and Lao Luo walked together to communicate, and the warriors on both sides lined up carrying wolf skins and the like on both sides, some people may think that Lao Luo is too hasty, and is not afraid that these tribal warriors will become robbers? In fact, don't doubt the alertness of a Predator, a soldier like Lao Luo is very sensitive to danger, and the changes in the hearts of people around him are all in their senses.

"Naga is not a coward," Bahamut said, pointing to the warrior who had been saved by Lao Luo, "it was he who lured away the coyote and saved his companions." ”

"Well, that's good," said Ronald, looking at Naga, "I thought at first that he had abandoned his companions and fled." ”

"Haha," Bahamut laughed, "there are very few deserters in the Maasai, and they all went through trials and tribulations to become warriors. ”

"I heard from friends that the Maasai don't become high-level fighters until they are thirty years old," said Lao Luo, who became a little more proficient in Maasai language.

"Well, there have been some surprises this year," Bahamut's voice was a little muffled, "but they're almost all twenty-five years old. ”

"I can't see it, I thought Naga was only a teenager!" Lao Luo's words caused laughter from the surrounding soldiers.

"Haha," Bahamut liked Lao Luo's outspokenness, "no wonder Naga and I complained that you call him a child, haha......"

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