I was very curious, and I said that we drove the boat to this fork in the road, how could it be safe? But when I walked some distance further and looked at the dense barbed thorns on both sides of the road, I understood.

No matter how fast the Rat Rider runs, he is still majestic on land, and he can't go into the water, and this is where they stop.

I deliberately turned my head to look, and as expected, the rat riders all stopped at the fork in the road, and could only watch us shouting.

The old cat didn't say anything, and the iron donkey and I both laughed, and one of the four dwarfs stood up, with Abba Aba's funny expression.

In addition, the rivers here are all downstream, and the water speed is also very fast, which also invisibly allows us to take a ride.

I thought we were going deeper, but after a while, the Evil Lord called for a halt and told us to dock the boat on the riverbank.

We were all puzzled, the evil king first touched his pocket, took out the map, he checked it again, sighed helplessly and said, "After a while, we all turn around and go back!" ”

I couldn't believe it, and my heart was going back? Strive against the stream? Why didn't he shoot us to death with his oars?

I shook my head first to disagree, and the iron donkey also answered and said that we were all human paddling, and even if we went back against the current, we would probably be tired and paralyzed.

The Evil King showed us the map. I know it's human skin, and it's a bit of a diaphragm, and it's a good distance from the map.

But by the light of the flashlight, I also saw that there was a place on the map where a circle was drawn with forbidden words.

The Evil King told us, "We are now near this forbidden word, and if we go down the river, we will soon reach the forbidden area." ”

The old cat interjected coldly and asked, "What does the forbidden area mean, what's in it?" ”

The evil monarch shook his head, saying that when he came to Ghost Island a few decades ago, he had heard about the existence of the forbidden area, just think about it, Ghost Island is very evil, it is still the forbidden area of Ghost Island, it must be extremely terrifying. He didn't want to risk his life.

I think what the evil king said is reasonable, and I also retreated. I can't say that I am a grass on the wall, but I am a handsome person who knows the times, and I help the evil monarch to speak, which means that it doesn't matter if we work hard, and when those natives withdraw, even if they stop and go a few more times and return to safety, it is more cost-effective than breaking into the forbidden area.

Those little dwarfs must have listened to the evil king's words and did not object. The iron donkey and the old cat didn't answer, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

We continued to dock like this, lighting a cigarette and puffing on it.

I think those natives will stay for an hour at most. But within half an hour, drums sounded in the distance.

We all turned our heads to look in the direction of the sound, but we couldn't see anything, we were just sensitive.

The evil lord reacted very much, and stood up as if he had been electrified. His face sank terribly, and he looked at me and the iron donkey and shouted, "What the hell have you done? Can anger the entire tribe of natives? ”

I told the evil king what we had done. When it came to the iron donkey drinking goat's milk, the evil king raised his hand angrily and almost smoked the iron donkey.

The iron donkey avoided the side, and still stiffened his mouth, saying that it was not goat's milk? It's not Holy Milk!

The evil king scolded the iron donkey for knowing a fart, and emphasized, "There are very few sheep on the ghost island, and they are about to become special protected animals here, and the goat's milk is very fragrant. You are a black fat man who is directly wrapped in and drunk, and it is strange that you are not angry when you are found by the natives! ”

The iron donkey was stunned when he heard this, and at this time he still had the leisure to mutter, saying that the milk was indeed not fat, and it was really fragrant.

I think it's time to discuss whether the milk is fragrant or not, and whether the sheep is sacred. Will the natives be provoked and chase after them?

The Evil King wasn't sure of his mind, but after thinking about it, he suggested, "Hurry back, and if there's no one at the fork in the road, we'll sneak away." ”

We all went into action, this time the order was reversed, and the four of us took the lead in the wooden boats.

But Rao is that we work so hard, and we don't have a chance to return to the fork in the road. Not long after, a large wooden boat appeared in front of me.

It was so large that it occupied almost the entire surface of the river, and there were no less than ten natives squatting on it, six of whom sat in two rows, and rowed hard. The other natives were armed with wooden shields and crossbow arrows, ready to shoot when they got closer.

In addition, there is a cross-shaped wooden stake lying flat on the bow of the big wooden boat, and I don't know what it does.

We are blocked, if we talk about the head, our ship can't compare to theirs, and we don't want to recruit again, and we really collide with them, and we must be the unlucky.

The evil king is a very assertive person, his face is ruthless, and with a wave of his hand, let's make another 180-degree change and slide towards the forbidden area.

However, he also emphasized, "This is just a delaying tactic, let's find a way to deal with the enemy on the road as soon as possible." ”

In this way, the four of us are going toe-to-toe with the natives again.

The iron donkey took out his gun and aimed it at the natives.

These natives must have been experienced warriors, and when they saw movement on our side, all those with shields crouched down and stood in front of the oarsmen.

The iron donkey fired, and after a few snorts, the bullets hit the wooden shield. I have to say that this shield is so thick that bullets can't penetrate it.

The natives were not hurt, and they did not show their heads.

The iron donkey rubbed his nose angrily, and wanted to aim again. But when he did this, we had one less oar, and the boat slowed down a bit.

The evil king shouted to the iron donkey, "Let him wait for the opportunity to shoot, and be the boatman first." ”

The iron donkey also understood the importance of this, and put the gun beside him. And the natives know the situation on our side very well. As soon as the iron donkey put down his spear, the natives with crossbow arrows all stood up.

For a while, the crossbow arrows were fired in unison, and the crossbow machines they held were able to fire continuously. I felt like there were countless dark shadows flying in the distance.

The four of us don't have any shields, so we don't dare to sit sitting, otherwise we will be shot into hedgehogs. We tacitly agreed to get into the boat together, and the whoosh whistled above my head.

I was glad I wasn't hurt, but someone on the boat of the four dwarfs screamed.

The Evil King, concerned about the dwarf's safety, ventured to take a look, and there was a crossbow bolt hanging from the side of our ship. The evil king pulled the crossbow arrow down and looked at it, and scolded, "His grandmother's is poisonous." ”

My heart tightened, I guessed that the natives were all poisonous, and if I couldn't get the little man who was hit by the arrow, he would die of poison in less than half a minute.

In normal times, I would run over and take a look, and maybe I could save his life with some medicine or something, but now I can only do it in a hurry.

The Evil King pressed his temper and came up with a solution that surprised me.

We both ships carried large grains of salt, which we usually used for eating, and the evil lord shouted to the four dwarfs to hurry up and feed the wounded with salt, and sprinkled all the salt grains on the wounds.

I glanced at the Evil King, not understanding what effect this method of sprinkling salt on the wound could have.

The evil king only said one sentence to me, "The natives of Onishima don't eat salt!" ”

I have a guess that the natives must use alkaloids to make poison, but the medicine they prepare is likely to kill people like them who don't eat salt, but for people who eat salt regularly, it may not be so serious.

I didn't have time to ask anything more, but in order to suppress the arrogance of the enemy, the iron donkey took out his gun again, and fired two shots the next day.

Stimulated by the sound of gunfire, the natives began to raise their shields again. However, they also adjusted their strategy, and the natives who rowed their oars lowered their oars and, together with their shield-raising companions, went to the bow stakes.

The iron donkey snorted and said, "What are these earth ghosts doing?" I peeked at it, and I was confused.

But the natives did not stop, and after fiddling for a while, they pulled a tendon spring from the beam that was crossed by the stake, and four other men pulled it together, and dragged it to the back.

In addition, the natives were busy working together and took out a super big arrow from the bottom of the ship.

If you want me to say that the shaft of this arrow must be more than a man's height, they mounted it on a stake, aimed it at our ship, and cursed in a whisper, and loosened their springs, and shot the arrow.

It was so loud that the arrows roared and hit the wall of the ship in front of me.

I simply felt that it was dangerous, and although there was a wall in the way, I couldn't help but retreat. But just this one act saved me.

The arrow pierced through the wall of the ship and rushed in. I watched as the arrow stopped in front of my eyes, and if it had been a few more centimeters, I would have been blind.

I was so frightened that my brain was sweating out, and I was worried in my heart, who knows how many huge arrows were stored on the natives' ships? How long can we carry them if they continue to attack like this?

I have a stupid trick, if I can't do it, just wait for the other party's big ship to collide, and then the four of us will find a way to jump onto their boat and fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

I shouted out the advice. The evil king and the old cat were silent, but looking at their expressions, they both agreed with me a little.

The iron donkey had been secretly observing the big ship of the natives, and then he smiled, and not only did not accept my suggestion, but also said that God will help us.

Then he counted the time, and as the natives prepared the second arrow, he stood up sharply and shot with a burst of fire.

The natives were defensive and shrank behind their shields again. But this time, the iron donkey is not targeting the natives, but the giant crossbow machine.

His bullets were still aimed at the tendons, and one or two shots didn't work, but he still persisted.

Finally, on the fifth shot, the tendon spring was pierced and broken by the bullet. This kind of tendon spring is made by twisting several strands of animal hoof tendons together.

With such a break, the tendon spring couldn't help but flick around. Don't underestimate its strength, several dwarfs with shields were all drawn by it, and they fell into the river screaming one after another.

The iron donkey seized this opportunity and took advantage of the other party's chaos to shoot again.

I didn't wait, I wanted to take out the pistol, and shoot with the iron donkey under the idea of fishing in troubled waters.

But as soon as I raised my gun, I heard the evil king shout from behind me, which must have praised the iron donkey. Then I felt something reach out from me.

I turned my head to look, my heart tightened, and I secretly cursed, my mother!