The plane landed at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, the busiest airport in East Africa.

Now Rhaegar is also a person with official identification and passport, and this time he is flying on a civil airliner. He is now at Jomo Balabala Airport, in Nairobi (Narobi), the capital of the East African country of Kenya, but his destination is not here. In fact, he was going to a far distance from Nairobi, in southern Kenya.

Hal gave instructions to head to Lake Turkana, almost the northernmost part of Kenya.

The reason why Rhaega chose to land in Nairobi in the south is not that he is unaware that there is also an airport in northern Kenya. Not to mention that it is a little troublesome to choose the airports of those northern Kenyan cities, the main reason is that he signed the permit for sightseeing, and he naturally has to do a full set of plays. A guy who came all the way from North America to Kenya for sightseeing, the first stop is the capital of Kenya/the most developed transportation place, this is the most reasonable, right?

And the reason why the Resistance did not offer to take him with him was that he understood very well that he wanted to keep his distance from the Resistance. But he still has to complain, the resistance group is too stingy and stingy, and he didn't even give him the money for the ticket!

After a day of pretending to be in Nairobi, Rhaegar hired a local guide who was not very good at English and asked him to take him on a tour near the Great Rift Valley, but found an excuse to fall out with him and parted ways. After getting rid of the guide, he put on the local clothes he had bought and headed north, to Lake Turkana, where it took him a little more time to find the camp where the Resistance members were located in a more hidden corner.

You read that right, it's not a 'base', it's a camp. Rhaegar didn't expect that the people of the Resistance would be mixed in with a primitive tribe.

Rhaegar secretly observed that the adult males of this primitive tribe were smeared with a layer of white paint, and the adult females were painted with the same pigment with white spots, and several men with more complex costumes wore two semicircular nose rings on their noses, presumably made of animal bones, if nothing else, this should be a side branch from the Samburu Conservation Area not far away because he didn't want to live a life confined to the reserve—Rhaegar happened to pass by the reserve when he came, So it feels familiar. Or maybe they've been banished by the tribesmen, or maybe they're not from the Samburu tribe of Rhaegar at all.

Well, the reality should be the last one - Rhaegar noticed, maybe the bone ring on his nose was real, but the white paint was not applied professionally, and the point was that Rhaegar heard the natives in there speaking a different language from afar. However, when Rhaegar passed by the Samburu Conservation Area before, he did not hear this kind of articulation pronunciation from inside, and it was obviously not the dialect of the same system.

It can't be because this branch of the Samburu tribe was expelled because it took in people from other primitive tribes, right? This routine is also a bit too old.

In any case, Rhaegar didn't focus on these indigenous identities. The point is that his half-elf hearing also heard English from this camp. It was because of this that he was sure that the people of the Resistance were inside.

At this point, Rhaegar complained about Hal again. The guy told him that when he got to Lake Turkana, he would meet the Resistance's advance there—to put it mildly, how could he "be able to meet it" hiding in a primitive tribal camp!

Emerging from the shadows, Rhaegar had a little trouble approaching the camp. Four native-dressed adults held spears in unprofessional positions, pointed the tips of spears at his head, and spoke a dialect that did not belong to the Samburu tribe.

Rhaegar is in trouble. He didn't understand the language, and he couldn't shout out the members of the Resistance who were meant to hide, so he prepared to call Hal - and he didn't know if there was a phone signal here. However, he had just taken out his phone and had not unlocked it, when the four adult natives in front of him glanced at each other, and suddenly pointed at his phone and shouted.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about......"

Before Rhaegar could finish his sentence—in fact, his words didn't mean anything to the other party who didn't speak the language—the four adult natives attacked him. The spear that should have been used to thrust was used by them to feel like a long club. When the stab comes out, the hand is not straight enough, the stab is not accurate and strong enough, but it is still similar in the three actions of picking, sweeping and picking.

Rhaegar coped with it easily. Just a few moments later, he snatched the spear from one of the adult natives, and knocked the spears off the other two.

Each of the four natives had more than one spear, so Rega pulled out another spear from their backs and continued the fight. And yet they didn't. Even the only one who hadn't been knocked out of his weapon by Rhaegar simply threw away the spear, and instead reached into the only place on his body where he was wrapped in clothes, his crotch, and pulled out a weapon that Rhaegar couldn't accept for a while. The same is true for the other three indigenous peoples.

Is that...... Pistol!

What about the primitive tribes and natives who said good!

Rhaegar hurriedly looked around to find cover and take cover, but the entrance to the camp was mostly an easy one, unless Rhaegar returned to the mud puddle he had overheard and peeked into. But now it's too late, the other party has already fired the first shot......

Fortunately, the other party's quasi-head is really not good. Taking advantage of this hard-won gap, Rhaegar rushed over to grab one of the natives, and no matter how strong the smell of that guy was, he used it as a shield - no, a bullet shield.

There was a stalemate on both sides for a while, and finally someone in the camp came out—someone who could speak English. It was a squad of heavily armed fighters. They directly surrounded Rhaegar in the middle, and all of them raised the M16A1 assault rifles in their hands and pointed at Rhaeggar's head, judging by their movements, they were obviously professionals. Then, the one who was probably the captain spoke.

"I'm sorry, our native friends thought you took out your phone to report their location to their enemies." At this, the man smiled, "But we also want to know, do you really plan to do that?" Do you have anything to explain? ”

Rhaegar let go of the native, threw away the spear he had snatched, and said, "I took out my phone to ask my friend if I was looking for the wrong place." ”

"Oh? Where are you looking for? ”

"Where the people of the Resistance are." Rhaegar expressed his displeasure with a cold attitude, "I've been told that someone will pick me up when I get around here." ”

Hearing this, the leader was silent for a moment, then waved his team to put away their weapons, and then stepped forward to Rhaegar and made eye contact with him.

"How do you prove that you're the one we're waiting for?"

Rhaegar opened her mouth and was about to speak, but someone preemptively spoke.

"I know how he can prove it. As long as he can unlock the phone in his hand, it is enough. The voice got closer and closer, and the person said, "That's a mobile phone that the Resistance has customized for a very small number of people. As long as he can prove that he is the rightful owner, then he is the one we are waiting for. ”

Hearing this, Rhaegar jerked his head to look over. The other party was really the person he thought he was.

"Zatana, it's you?!"