Not to mention that after Su Tai and the others left, they quickly boarded the plane and left the jungle, and they were almost regarded as the dialect of the missing by Chudi before, but at this moment, at the kind invitation of Moya, they stayed in the Omatyakaya tribe and began to spend his first night in the Pandora jungle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

“…… No, not anymore. I'm still more used to wearing the clothes of our earthly humans. ”

Waving his hand again and again, Fang Yan smiled wryly and rejected the "kindness" handed over by Mo Ya - a set of clothes that looked somewhat similar to the robe on her body, but the style was obviously different.

Well, while the "folk customs" allow the dialect to be integrated into the Na'vi more quickly, it is still a little difficult for him to wear such a few pieces of cloth.

Mo Ya chuckled and nodded, but did not force the dialect to change into Na'vi costumes. Having been in contact with Grace a few times, she also understands that humans still have a hard time accepting some of the customs of their Na'vi people.

The first dinner of the dialect in the Omatyakya tribe was eaten around a campfire with all the Na'vi people in the tribe.

As if to welcome the arrival of the dialect, the dinner recipe included an additional meat dish in addition to the Na'vi's daily dinner staple fruit, roasted Death Beast meat.

Dialect: "......"

Well, in fact, when Fang Yan had just heard that on the huge barbecue grill in front of him, which was constantly being rotated back and forth by two Na'vi warriors, the piece of meat that had been roasted on the fire for a long time, but still did not change in the slightest on the surface, was the meat of the Death Beast, he was also a little surprised in his heart.

"Can you eat the meat of the Death Beast?" Fang Yan asked the Na'vi people beside him with some curiosity.

He had seen the toughness of the flesh beneath the surface of the Death Beast's body before. The spear made of alloy, after piercing the surface of the Death Beast, could not go far inward, and was firmly imprisoned by the contracted muscles.

Is it really edible to eat meat with a texture that is almost comparable to that of a rubber tire?

The dialect was very skeptical.

Su Tai put on a stinky face, as if he hadn't heard the dialect's inquiry, and was nibbling on the fruit in his hand. Just looking at his strength and the fierce expression on his face, people who don't know may think that what he is holding in his hand is not a fruit, but an enemy with whom he has some deep hatred.

Su Tai, who had eaten under the dialect, didn't want to deal with the dialect, but was next to Su Tai's right, and Suka, who was separated from the dialect by a distance, replied to the dialect's question.

"The meat of the Death God Beast is very tough, and it is really not suitable for eating if it is directly roasted." Sukka smiled slightly. Compared with other Na'vi, he seems to have an air of "politeness".

"But if you do something about it in the barbecue—" Sukka said, gesturing the dialect to look over the campfire. "The flesh of the Reaper Beast will become extremely soft, and it can be said to be the most delicious food!"

Fang Yan looked curiously at the campfire, and sure enough, he saw that the two Na'vi who were turning the barbecue stakes were holding a rough stone jar, tilting over the barbecue and pouring something on the barbecue pieces.

Fang Yan's eyes narrowed, and he found that it was a coagulated colloid similar to grease, which was constantly melting under the high temperature at this time, exuding a faint golden luster.

It didn't take long for the two Na'vi chefs to completely apply the pale golden grease to the roast chunk, and the huge piece of Death Beast meat began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before long, a strange smell of meat began to reverberate around the campfire. I don't know how many Na'vi people can't help but snort at the same time.

Su Tai and Su Ka next to Fang Yan also had the same expression. Suka couldn't help but sigh that it had been a long time since the tribe had eaten this kind of roasted death beast meat, and even the skill of roasting the death god beast was almost no one to pass it on.

In his memory, the last time the tribe successfully hunted and killed a divine beast was a day more than ten years ago.

Fang Yan nodded thoughtfully. This is also true, the Death Beast, as the apex predator of the Pandora Jungle, is not so easy to hunt.

Don't look at the process of hunting and killing the Divine Beast this time is very simple, but if it weren't for Fang Yan severely hitting the Death Beast in advance and abolishing one of its feet, causing the Death Beast to lose its ability to move at high speed because it couldn't balance its body for a while, I'm afraid the final result would still be unknown.

But—

"There are a lot of interesting things in this Na'vi clan......

Fang Yan sighed slightly.

When hunting and killing divine beasts before, it was a neurotoxin that was of great use......

A mysterious powder that can soften the hard shell of the Death Beast without damaging its quality......

and, now, this peculiar fat used in grilling...... These three things alone are enough to see that the heritage of the Omatyakya tribe is by no means comparable to other Na'vi tribes on Pandora!

Looking at the barbecue stakes that were constantly rolling in the flames, Fang Yan's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but the Death Beast's meat was finally roasted.

Almost a few pieces of Na'vi flesh that had accumulated together were divided into hundreds of roasted meats of different sizes, wrapped in leaves and distributed to everyone present.

As a guest, and at the same time the biggest contributor to the hunting of this Death God Beast, the piece of meat that Fang Yan allocated to his hand was naturally the one with the best meat quality and the largest area.

It's just—

Looking at the roast meat in front of him, which was bigger than his head, Fang Yan didn't know how to say it for a while.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade unsheathed suddenly sounded behind Fang Yan.

The body subconsciously tightened, but when Fang Yan sensed that there were no hostile creatures around, his body couldn't help but relax again.

Without waiting for Fang Yan to turn his head to look behind him, a dagger with a unique shape had been handed to him.

"Here, use this!"

A look...... Well, I don't know what words to use to describe the female Na'vi, who is holding the dagger in her hand upside down and looking at the dialect.

“…… Oh, thank you! ”

After hesitating slightly, Fang Yan still reached out and took the dagger in her hand.

"No thanks!" The female Na'vi smiled slightly, and looked at the dialect with a look of curiosity and reverence. "My name is Nia, and I'm part of Brother Suka's hunting party."

Fang Yan recalled it for a moment, and found that there was indeed such a figure in Suka's hunting team, which he had actually seen before when he was hunting and killing divine beasts.

"Oh, I remember you!" Fang Yan smiled kindly, "Your archery skills are good, and among the few arrows on the Death God Beast, there is the one you shot." ”