The three of them rode wildly, and soon a mountain frame full of dense caves appeared in front of them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The buildings in the dilapidated hamlets were rudimentary, but they were even more "primitive", crudely built caves on barren hills, without any decoration or signs of human civilization, surrounded by grass clippings and dead vines, and presumably inhabited by even the most discerning animals.

At this moment, there were a dozen or so wild men in rough animal skin bras and shorts wandering outside the cave, and the movement of three people and four horses was not insignificant, which instantly alarmed them, and guards with swords, axes, bows and arrows rushed towards them.

Approaching closer, Rodin noticed that the savages had colorful hideous tattoos on their faces, and the weapons they used, in addition to rusty and moldy iron products that had been baptized by time, even had bone tools made of animal bones.

Seeing the menacing appearance of the other party, Chinkov immediately shrank behind Rodin, while the guide nervously pulled out his scimitar to protect him, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Rodin stood with his hands on his chest, secretly mobilizing the power of the bronze rank ancestral dragon, like a bowstring tight, but his face remained silent to respond to all changes.

The cave folk were like fierce wolves, and when they came closer, they covered the three of them, and then a young man with lightning-like red oil paint on his chest and breasts walked out.

He pointed his bony spear at the trio, his gaze like a beast on its prey.

"Who are you? Why did you come to us Guinse for no reason?" the tone was low and hoarse, reminding Rodin of the superstitious "witch sacrifice" of African tribes.

"We're just a few travelers passing through here...... "Rodin suddenly touched the back of his head with a shy smile, like a harmless and ignorant young man.

"Contemptible Rodin, this is Chagan Chinkov, it will be late and passing by Guibaodi, I don't know if I can spend the night. “

"Oh?" said the leader's eyes, a glint in his eyes, and an ugly smile, "It's a guest from afar, and Gounes welcomes you very much. If you don't like the simplicity of the cave, then please follow me. “

They said yes, but in fact the three of them were driven to the cave by them.

After this movement, more Gunnes people came out of the cave, most of them were old and weak women and children, looking at the eyes of the three with unspeakable heat, as their steps moved mechanically, a black and thin little boy couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips, I don't know what came to mind.

The timid Chinkov looked around like a frightened quail, and the guide was too nervous, except for Rodin with a smile on his lips like a man who had nothing to do.

The horses were taken away, the weapons were surrendered, and the three of them had just entered the cave when a faint sour smell hit their noses, almost suffocating.

Inside the cave, apart from the cauldron for cooking food, the animal skin mattress on the floor, and the oil lamp, there was only a large black vat made of unknown things, and they sat tremblingly on the ground at the beckoning of the leader.

Four men covered in absurd beasts surrounded them, staring at them without blinking.

"Why is it that the tribe is full of old and weak women and children, where have the young and middle-aged gone?" asked Rodin nonchalantly.

The man in the lightning oil paint said with a smile: "Everyone has gone out to hunt, this is not the beginning of spring for a while, wild animals are vigorous, it is a good time to eat meat." “

"Oh, that's right......," Rodin muttered, bowing his head, "I don't see any farmland near the cave, so do you spend your days hunting?"

"Yes, we Guinsians seem to have been born unaccustomed to farming, and hunting is our instinct. A look of pride flashed across the man's face.

"But in the winter, when the wild animals are greatly reduced, will hunting be able to feed the more than two hundred of you here?"

"Huh...... This Rodin brother has good eyesight, and he can judge the approximate size of our population at a glance. He abruptly changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about this gossip for now, are the three guests hungry, I'll bring you some food." ”

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for a few people to answer, he gave a look, and in a moment, a hot woman wearing a bandeau and a short skirt with a large area of exposed skin walked in with a plate of food, and suddenly a rich aroma of stewed meat diffused in the narrow and cramped cave.

After the woman put down the plate, she stood aside with a smile and did not leave, but instead stared at the three of them with blazing eyes.

On the plate, there are a few pieces of brown stew with rich soup, and the amount is not large, so it is beaten, but the taste is extremely delicious, and I don't know how to make it.

After most of the day, they only used some dry food, so delicious that they couldn't help but have a stir in their taste buds.

Chin Kev was frightened for a while, but at this moment he simply let it go, and without saying a word, he took a piece of stew with his bare hands, took a deep breath of the aroma, and admired it with an intoxicated face

"Hmm...... I really can't see that although you live in a simple environment, your cooking methods should not be underestimated!" he opened his eyes wide in a mouthful of stew, and in surprise and inexplicably, he added the oil stains outside his lips to a trickle, and snorted and ate it.

"Haha...... If you like it, enjoy it slowly, you're welcome!" The lightning oil paint man smiled heartily and looked at a few people with interest.

Rodin glanced at the meat on the plate indifferently and said, "I am actually more interested in the customs and history of Guinz than this delicacy, and you don't think about the inhabitants of the Sith Empire or the tribesmen in your dress and life. ”

The man looked at him in surprise and hesitated for a while, "It's not a secret, our ancestors were sinners abandoned by the Sith Empire, but rather than defecting to other forces and being assimilated and dissolved, the ancestors would rather form their own tribes and continue the great tradition." ”

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"Sinners? It seems that we used to have some traits in common. Rodin muttered to himself,

After a while, the oil painted man suddenly stood up, a huge shadow enveloped several people, and he grinned a mouthful of cold white teeth, "The meat is almost eaten, and a few guests are still satisfied?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed at the corner of the oil paint man's mouth, "It's good to be satisfied, it's time to get to the point!"

"The people of Guins, so hospitable, could it be that there is a special program for us?" asked Rodin in surprise.

"Haha, brother, should I say you're sluggish or stupid?!" the man's beastly greedy gaze fell on a few people, and although he was laughing, his voice was as piercing as a night owl, "I'm full...... Now it's time to get you on your way!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of old and weak women and children outside the cave rushed in, frenzied and noisy, and their bloody expressions seemed to be eager to skin and tear the three of them to their bones.

"Leave me a hand!" "I want the eyes of the one-eyed man, as sharp as an eagle, and they will definitely make me see farther, and no one will rob me!"

"Just give me a piece of meat!" ......

In Rodin's sight, in the midst of the influx of people, a child of seven or eight years old was holding a finger to nibble, the gnawed white knuckles and his shiny lips together, cruel and bloody.

"Ahh "Vomit ......," he grabbed by his throat and desperately spit out the stew he had just eaten.

"Cannibal...... Guins' all of them are cannibals!" Guide, Chagan, took a few steps back in amazement, and the three of them pressed against each other.

In an instant, the four big men who surrounded them walked over with their fists.