"Uh... This thing..."Bai Yi looked at the pickled dragon meat that Zhang San took out, and he looked a little speechless, although this should belong to the category of jerky, but looking at the metallic luster on the surface, it didn't make people think that this thing could be used as food.

"I know I know, I know what you're trying to say, but when I started, I gave it a try." Zhang San said, picked up the dragon jerky and slashed it the rock wall next to him, making a screeching sound of metal rubbing, and some sparks could be faintly seen coming out.

No matter how you look at it, this thing is definitely something that ordinary people can't eat...

"I decided to polish this piece of dragon jerky into a dagger, well, yes, I will use it as a family heirloom weapon to pass on to my descendants..."

"It's good if you're happy..."Bai Yi could only say this.

That night, everyone in the rescue team was asleep, Mia still slept with Tesgar, still holding the hammerhead shark puppet in her arms, and a lamb curled up next to the pillow, Bai Yi stayed beside the two girls, tightened the quilt for them, and then turned back to listen to the results of the discussion in the void.

So far, the discussion has basically reached a conclusion, and the most valuable part is probably that the mysterious plane where the ancestors are located is not the same as the plane of ordinary cognition, and the plane barrier should be very thin, so that the real existence of the Void Walker can be sensed. As for what else is about the purpose of the patriarchs; the specific means by which they can transmit power; Why did you go to that weird plane? None of this leads to any valuable conclusions.

On the contrary, it is strange that they insist on returning the soul of every mountain barbarian to this plane, and some people think that they are trying to escape further punishment from the rules; Some people say that this is to accumulate more strength, in short, there are different opinions, and for a while, the only opinion that everyone can agree on is the fact that the ancestors are very mysterious.

"If you have the opportunity in the future, let's talk to them more." The magician said to Bai Yi, "Now I can only let it go for the time being, by the way, how is the situation on your side?" ”

"It feels pretty good." Bai Yi said, casually breaking off a protruding rock on the wall, and then easily crushed the stone into fine powder with both hands, and gently flowed to the ground along the gap between his fingertips, "The barbarian agreed to my request, plus this strength, it is not difficult to rescue Wentini, but I don't know how she is doing now..."

At this time, Wentini, who is the focus of the incident, can be said to be a little lucky, because so far she has not been touched by anyone, and the innocent plots such as the swordsman Ji of the silver fall have not been staged for the time being, but judging from her current situation, if no one rescues her, she may soon be able to change her name to Bai Zhuo Sword Saint.

At this time, Wentini was wearing a blue aristocratic evening dress that did not match the surrounding style at all, revealing her beautiful legs under the high slit skirt, and was wrapped in a layer of sexy black stockings. She was still so beautiful, but her beautiful body was roughly tied up with hemp ropes, which strangled her body tightly, creating a certain strange beauty, and her hands with black silk gloves were cut behind her back, tied to death.

Wendini now looked like a lamb to the slaughter, hanging in the middle of a tent, his white heels barely touching the ground on his toes. Her head hung low, and her long pale blue hair hung limply beside her face, revealing her slender swan-like neck.

Beside her, there stood a specially dressed barbarian girl, the girl had short white hair and burgundy eyes, the skin on her body was not as fair and delicate as Wentini, but a sexy bronz, she was wearing a translucent tulle coat, and you could clearly see the slight fabric under the coat that only covered the key parts.

"You've been hanging here for so many days, and you're still so beautiful." The barbarian girl spoke a fairly standard lingua franca, and gently brushed her hand over the key part of Wendini who was strangled by the rope, so that Wentini, who was strangled by the strip of cloth, was forced to let out a sultry gasp.

"Can you tell me why you're so beautiful?" The barbarian girl said, untying the strip of cloth from Wentini's mouth, reaching out and twisting her chin, lifting her tortured, but still beautiful face.

"Phew..."Wentini tried to spit on her weakly, but she only had a little water and food every day, and she couldn't even produce saliva.

"Hehe, that's so cute." The barbarian girl showed a satisfied expression, "I hope you can maintain your stubbornness and pride when you lie under the crotch of the warriors in three days, so that their anger can be calmed down even more." With that, she let go of her hand again, and Wentini's neck lost its strength and hung limply again.

"Speaking of which, you haven't been touched by a man yet, have you?" The barbarian girl continued to tease Wentini, even reaching out and kneading her chest hard.

"Ah~" Wentini let out another coquettish gasp, her face was involuntarily dyed with a touch of red, she wanted to open her mouth to justify, she was touched by a stinky rascal last time, this can be regarded as being touched by a man, right? It's just that she really doesn't have the strength to speak, and even if she has the strength, I'm afraid she won't be in the mood to say anything.

The long imprisonment had numbed her heart, and even her remorse was about to be forgotten, but she still wanted to laugh, she remembered that she had not listened to Desgar's persuasion, and even boasted that she would capture the king of the barbarians in Haikou... Now it seems that the king of the barbarian tribe is indeed a beautiful girl whose appearance is not inferior to her, but it is a pity that she was the one who was arrested.

In fact, to this day, Wentini does not know what is happening, and the messenger she sent in advance tells her that the barbarian king has accepted her tribute gift and will receive her in his big tent, which makes her relax her guard for a while, and dress up as this appearance of attending a noble drinking party, without even bringing a weapon, and standing in front of the king in high heels.

The meeting was normal at first, and the two sides had a good conversation, and when Wendini was about to reach an agreement to establish a stable trade route through the territory of the steppe barbarians, to accomplish this great cause that had not been achieved by the predecessors, and to save his family by the way, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent. It was the caravan stationed outside the tent that clashed with the barbarians, and even fought!

So the good situation collapsed, the caravan was heavily surrounded by barbarian cavalry, the black soul armor was dismantled into parts by the barbarian king himself, Wentini was arrested, and the entire caravan was wiped out except for a few people who escaped... The merchants and mercenaries were either killed or stripped of their hands and feet and made slaves, while Wentini himself was hung in a tent, helplessly waiting for his fate to become someone else's crotch plaything.

To this day, Wentini has not figured out what is happening, and before meeting the king, she had specifically told the mercenaries not to have any conflict with the barbarians, but it turned out to be the opposite. At first, she righteously accused this group of steppe barbarians of treachery, but the other party was even more indignant and said that she was the betrayer and wanted to take the opportunity to attack the barbarian tent?

In fact, the truth of the matter is this, although the steppe barbarians are insidious and greedy, their current king has a fairly long-term vision, and knows what this trade route can bring to his tribe, so he tries his best to suppress the opposition of other tribes, and is ready to accept the request of the Dowler family to help them establish this trade route.

It was only when it came to the critical step that she mistakenly chose a tribe that had opposed this time from the beginning to be in charge of receiving the caravan, and the khan of that tribe had his only son in charge of this time, but this person did not know the lingua franca and had a rather arrogant attitude; As for the caravan, the only brother of the mercenary leader was in charge of the negotiations, and he did not understand the barbarian language, and the communication between the two sides relied on the translation prepared by the Dowler family.

As a result, the translation itself was a bit lame, several key words were translated by him incorrectly, and the two sides could barely configure it at first, but when the translation incorrectly translated an ordinary greeting into wanting to have a relationship with the other party's mother, the contradiction could no longer be contained.

The Khan's son stabbed the commander's younger brother to death, and the commander forgot everything in a moment of grief and anger, and cut the Khan's son in two with a sword... Then it became the current situation, no matter how interested the current barbarian king was in opening up trade routes, he could not suppress the opposition of the other tribes, and could only use Wentini as a prize to appease their anger.

It can be said that the Dowler family's years of preparation, Wentiny's painstaking management, and the epoch-making feat of opening up the north-south trade route were ruined by a pit father's translator, and what is even more hateful is that that guy, as the center of the conflict, was trampled to death as early as the beginning of the conflict, and there was no proof of death, and the truth of the matter was buried forever in the long river of history with the death of the three parties.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Wendini didn't know and never knew that it was this kind of mispreparation in the details that led to the final failure, otherwise, it would have been difficult for her to face this situation where her previous achievements were lost due to her own small omissions.

Now Wentini is in a state of complete despair, and the elite of the family has all been buried here by her, thinking that no one will come to save her, but today she was provoked by the barbarian king, but it reminded her of the past when she was despised by that stinky rascal.

That bastard, if only he had come with me... Wentini, whose thoughts were already completely confused, thought with hatred in his heart.