Li Xin is not a man who drags mud and water, not to mention, there are so many tempting gold beckoning to him. So as soon as he thought about the plan, he couldn't wait to run home.

first changed out of the camouflage uniform in the bedroom, Li Xin took out the compass again, and shook it twice without giving up, but there was still no response, it seemed that it was indeed demagnetized.

In this case, in the future, you will not be able to count on electronics...... However, striking iron also has to be hard, I myself am wise and brave, decisive in killing, these foreign objects can only be regarded as icing on the cake, no impact and not big.

After comforting himself, Li Xin casually threw the compass into the trash, then went out to take the elevator downstairs and walked straight to the community supermarket.

Li Xin walked into the supermarket, walked around inside, took a small bag of rice, a small pot of oil, a bag of salt, and a little bit of all kinds of candy, and then stood in front of the cash register with a shopping basket.

"Yo, Li Xin, why are you thinking about cooking at home today?" The cashier's aunt gossiped to.

"Hehe... If you get tired of eating outside, make your own and change the taste. ”

"The young man is very diligent... A total of eighty-one six. ”

After paying, Li Xin returned home with the bag and put the things into his backpack.

Then, he put on his full suit of armor, carried a sword on his left side, and a shield in his right, and took a picture in front of the dressing mirror.

Looking at his dress, he felt that it was still a bit deterrent, and the group of minotaurs should rob themselves without meeting.

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Another world.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind is bleak.

Cattle and sheep are scattered on the yellow and green grasslands, comfortably gnawing on the grass, the nearby minotaurs are vigilantly patrolling around, guarding against the possibility of wild wolves and birds of prey, and some minotaurs, working hard in the nearby fields to harvest hay, collecting fodder for the tribal livestock for the winter.

Li Xin stood on the top of the gentle slope, looked at the busy scene, and picked up the telescope to observe carefully for a while. After choosing his target, he put down his binoculars, touched the crystal ball in his trouser pocket, took a deep breath, and strode over.

Li Xin's target is a gray-haired minotaur, only more than two meters tall, and it seems that he should be underage. The reason why he chose this is because he thinks that children will be easier to deal with than adults, and those candies are the best communication bridge.

Li Xin kept walking all the way, and it was not until the two sides were less than a hundred meters away that he was finally discovered by the calf.

It seemed that he couldn't figure out the situation, and the little calf stayed for a long time before he reacted, and then ran to Li Xin, stopped ten meters away, and carefully looked at this strange human being.

Seeing that the other party stopped ten meters away, Li Xin also stood still, maintaining a suitable safe distance to avoid misunderstanding the other party.

"Hello!"

“hello！”

"Empty you wow!"

"Aniasa!"

"Stupid pig!"

I can't understand Chinese, English, Japanese, Korean, and French, and it seems that I can't communicate in words.

"#?#?%@...*&#%?...@#&%" The calf's voice was very slow and slow.

This scene is expected.

So Li Xin slowly took out a handful of Alps from his backpack, tore open the wrapping paper, stuffed one into his mouth, and threw another one at the other party.

The calf picked up the Alpine in confusion, and saw that Li Xin's mouth was open, and he kept pointing at his mouth. Only then did he stick out his tongue and lick it carefully, and a wonderful expression immediately appeared on his face, and then he stuffed the sugar into his mouth in one bite and chewed it rattling.

Seeing the other party's bull's eyes wide open, the corners of his mouth drooling, and the Adam's apple rolling up and down, Li Xin knew that this matter was already half done.

The Alps were thrown over one by one, and the other party didn't even wipe the mud, just threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

In the end, all the packets of Alps were eaten, but those eyes were still staring at him longingly, and there was no way, Li Xin had to take out another big bag of toffee, tear open the candy wrapper, and throw it over one by one.

Finally, when there was still half a pack of toffee, the calf finally stopped stuffing it into its mouth, and it seemed that it should be stuck... He grabbed all the toffee he picked up in his hand, and his eyes were still on the remaining half of the packet in Li Xinxing's hand. Li Xin laughed and threw the remaining half of the pack to him, a good person will do it to the end!

The calf picked up the half packet of toffee, looked inside, put the toffee he picked up into it, and then pointed sideways in the direction of the village, and kept waving to Li Xin, until Li Xin followed, and then trotted all the way back to the village.

"I hope everything goes well......" Looking at the distant back, Li Xin couldn't help muttering to himself.

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Morrowind is 48 years old this year, he has fought horses all his life, killed countless people, fought werewolves, killed dwarves, robbed humans, he has experienced many battles, he can no longer remember, the only thing he remembers is that there is no battle that can make him feel hopeless. But today, the cruel reality made him experience the feeling of despair for the first time.

As the chief and shaman of the Rin Wind tribe, his only responsibility is to continue the blood of the tribe, whether it is to submit to the strong or to plunder the weak, in order to protect and develop his people, so that the Rin Feng tribe can be passed on from generation to generation.

Sometimes, he can't help but fantasize that it would be better if one day he could regain the glory of his ancestors and become the overlord of the steppe again.

However, the reality is so ruthless, and the snow disaster for two consecutive years has caused heavy losses to the tribes on the grassland. But the current grassland overlord Thundering Tribe is reckless, reckless, and fierce, and fights with the werewolves in the east almost every day.

Today, just an hour ago, for the upcoming autumn offensive against the werewolves, the Thundering Tribe took most of the dried meat and cheese of the Windwind Tribe, and took half of the livestock.

If there are no miracles, even if you can survive the long winter with just such a little food, at most by April next year, the Rinfeng tribe will disappear from the grassland, and then what will you have to see your ancestors?

So, Morrowind summoned the spirits of his ancestors and asked for guidance from them, but the ancestors only told him that he felt that his tribe was desperate, that the tribe had reached a life-and-death point, and that he, as the chief, had to take his share of responsibility.

Sitting on the blanket, Morrowind stared at the ancestral horcrux in front of him, chewing on the revelation of his ancestors repeatedly. The current situation is exhausted, what responsibility can I bear?

If one death can be exchanged for the continuation of the clan, he will definitely commit suicide without hesitation, but what can one less mouth change? Could it be that he will become the last chief of the Rin Wind Tribe?

"Chieftain...... Chief ......"

A soft call awakened the morning breeze from its contemplation.

"Didn't I say that there is nothing important to bother me?!" Looking at the attendants beside him, he said unhappily.

"Chief, please calm your anger, I do have something important to report."

"Say!"

"It's the youngest son of the Broken Horn family, and when he was herding sheep in the south, he met a strange human!" The squire said.

"Humans? Odd? Morrowind frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it is said that he is dressed in silver armor and silver helmets, with swords and shields, and he can't understand our language, but he is alone, and he also gives a lot of sweet food, that's it." The attendant respectfully handed the White Rabbit toffee to Morrowind.

"Is it just like that?" Morrowind asked.

"Yes, sir."

Morrowind took the toffee, threw it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

The rich milky aroma, refreshing sweetness, delicate taste, without a trace of peculiar smell, Morrowind has never eaten such delicious food, even honey and the purest milk, it is impossible to have no peculiar smell.

He felt that even the chieftain of the Thundering Tribe had definitely never eaten such exquisite food, and perhaps only in the south of the Snow Mountain, the emperor of the Song Kingdom could have such a luxurious enjoyment.

However, being alone and giving such a valuable gift, the other party would definitely not be so simple as passing by, so he decided to go and see it first.

"How many of this food did he give?" Morrowind asked.

"Lots of them, all in this strange bag."

"Put it here, go get a few people, and we'll go and have a look."

After the attendant walked out of the room, Morrowind took the bag and studied it.

Sure enough, there are a lot of these foods in it, and the white ones have been eaten, so what else is this?

Curiously, he took it out and rubbed it with his hand, and the wrapping paper was rubbed open, and he found that it was also that kind of food.

Why is such a beautiful piece of paper used to package food? Do the words and patterns on the pieces of paper have any special significance?

He didn't know the words at all, but the pattern was familiar to him, like a rabbit, but he wasn't sure, because rabbits don't produce honey or milk.

Just when Morrowind was full of question marks, the soldiers who had been called had already come to him one after another, waiting for his orders.

Seeing that the people had arrived, Morrowind stopped pondering, took out a small leather bag from the box in his right hand, hung it around his waist, and then got up and took the lead and walked out of the door.

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Li Xin stared at the six minotaurs walking opposite, and couldn't help but grasp the crystal ball in his trouser pocket, but he still kept a smile on his face, he didn't want to show his cowardice at this time.

And the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intent, just approached slowly step by step, and then honestly stopped ten meters away, and began to look up and down at the humans opposite.

Seeing these minotaurs so well-behaved, Li Xin was also relieved, and shouted in his heart that he was lucky, it was good that he was here to communicate, otherwise he would not be able to sing this play.

The two sides looked at me and I looked at you for a long time, and in the end, the shaman who was the leader was the first to break the silence and said with a smile: "%?#*&...*&#%...#*&." ”

"I don't understand! Can I speak Chinese? Li Xin shook his head in confusion.

Seeing Li Xin's confused eyes and rattle-like head, the shaman immediately showed an expression that was indeed so, and then reached out and took out a small leather bag from his waist, put his right index finger in and poked it.

Then, he pulled his finger out of the bag and flipped it up and down in the air with his glowing blue fingers, drawing a mysterious pattern the size of a basin and pale blue.

The pattern is condensed in mid-air, exuding a pale blue brilliance, which looks uncertain, dreamlike, and unclear.

Suddenly, it shattered into countless blue points of light in an instant, and after these points of light spread out slightly, it dragged a dense light blue trail towards Li Xin, and arrived in front of him in an instant.

Li Xin was stunned by this strange scene, and before he could react for a while, the light flew directly to him and began to enter his body quickly.

Until all these blue points of light were submerged in his body, Li Xin did not feel any discomfort, and the shaman on the opposite side did not seem to have any abnormal behavior.

What's going on? Li Xin was a little confused.

"It seems that this magic has succeeded!" With a smile on his face, the shaman suddenly spoke with satisfaction.

"What magic worked?" Suddenly, hearing the shaman speak, Li Xin asked reflexively.

“……”

"Oh——!" Li Xinmeng reacted, but he still suppressed the surprise in his heart and pretended to be forced lightly. "Although I don't understand every syllable, I can understand the sentences...... Well, that's a good idea. ”

"Hehe, it's just a small skill of carving insects." The shaman smiled, then bowed down and stroked his chest, and said warmly: "Welcome, guest from afar, I am the chief and shaman of the Windy tribe, named Morrowind. ”