Surrounded by mountains, there was a shouting of people in the wooden houses built one after another.

These wooden houses look like they have been built recently, and the timber breaks are relatively new, and the wooden houses are lined up here, looking like a secluded cottage in this inaccessible place.

Thick wooden pillars of more than ten meters have been erected on the periphery, forming a wall to stop some small beasts outside. On the tall tower that had been erected, there were three tanned slaves, each looking in three directions.

In the clearing, a huge beast bone was thrown there, and the white beast bones with no flesh left had been split so that they could not see their original appearance, only the eye holes and nostrils on it made people know that this was the head of a giant beast.

The bones, horns, and teeth that are suitable for sharpening weapons have all been disassembled, and the sound of sharpening horns can be heard everywhere. Although most of the gold artifacts they brought out were gold, they have consumed a lot of them until now, and the conditions here are limited, and they can only repair some gold artifacts that are not seriously damaged, and those that exceed the scope of repair ability can only be shelved. It is impossible to survive in this place full of fierce beasts and dangers without weapons, and animal bones, horns, and fangs are more convenient than stone tools. The slaves in charge of polishing were running back and forth with various utensils, and they seemed very busy.

Compared to the movements of other people, there was a small open space in the middle of the wooden house, and no one dared to run around, let alone shout loudly.

There was a fire in the clearing, and the bones of the beast with pieces of flesh were roasted there, and the grease dripped into the fire with a snorting sound.

A middle-aged man with a relatively fair skin sat beside the fire, and the other slaves were either dressed in tattered linen or surrounded by blood-stained animal skins. And this middle-aged man was wearing very clean clothes. It's the same linen, but the cloth on his body is more finely woven, and the texture is obviously different from others, except for some not obvious scratches in the corners of the clothes, there are no holes at all.

At this time. The middle-aged man was frowning, looking at a scroll of animal skin with drawings in his hand.

On the scrolls are simple drawings, the dark green triangular ones are mountains, and the shapeless green is the woods elsewhere, and among these greens, there is a sandy yellow line that passes through this green, and finally ends in one place.

It's a simple map, and the line on the map is the route of their team, at one end of the line. It was where they entered the forest, and at the other end, where they were at this time.

Sure that he had made no mistake, the folds on the middle-aged man's brow squeezed into the middle again, and the folds became more and deeper.

Several high-ranking slaves standing next to them hung their heads, and only carefully watched the people sitting on the stones looking at the map over there, knowing that the other party was in a bad mood, they didn't dare to say anything. I'm afraid that saying something wrong will cause this person to be angry.

"It's here, there's nothing wrong with that!" muttered the middle-aged man sitting on the stone. The soles of the feet on the ground were trampled on the ground because of emotional fluctuations, and the weeds under their feet were trampled out of a pit the size of the soles of the feet.

The slave standing next to him had his head lowered.

The aroma of meat permeates this cottage. Slaves who were guarding everywhere or busy, sniffing sharply, the smell of meat obsessed them. Stimulating the secretion of saliva, but, even if they really wanted to look over there, they still forcibly turned their heads, staring at the work in progress. Don't dare to look around.

At this time, there was movement at the entrance of the cottage, and a team of twenty people came back from outside, either carrying or dragging the small prey.

The middle-aged man who was staring at the map suddenly raised his eyes to look over, and the team that had just walked into this temporary cottage, after seeing each other, his eyes were staggered, and he didn't dare to look directly at each other.

The middle-aged man holding the animal skin scroll, the anticipation that had flashed in his eyes quickly dimmed, and then the anger soared rapidly.

"Still can't find it?!Why can't I find it!!!"

The middle-aged man, whose eyes were red from anger, shook his arm and wanted to smash the animal skin roll in his hand to the ground, but the moment before the smash, he paused again, and was replaced by a strong kick.

The animal skin roll could not be thrown, this was an important guide for their action this time, but they couldn't get angry, and their hearts were not happy, so they could only kick the grass on the ground.

The knee-high weeds were kicked to pieces one by one.

"If you can't find the green-faced fangs, why bother venting your anger with grass?" a lazy voice came.

When the middle-aged man holding the animal skin roll heard this voice, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he didn't look that way, but turned his head and shouted to the slave standing tremblingly next to him: "Keep looking for me! I don't have to go back if I can't find you!!"

As soon as they heard that they could not go back, the slaves wailed in their hearts, and did not dare to delay, and those who had returned before this hurriedly ate something and set off again. The slaves who polished the horn bone tools were also faster.

For many people, the desert is a dead land, dry and sandy weather, it is rare to see a little green, so desolate, people avoid it far away.

But for the slaves, even if the food in the desert was not as abundant as in the mountains and forests full of trees and beasts, they were already accustomed to it. Many of the people in the team have been slaves for generations, and servility has been engraved in their bones, and they don't know what to do except be slaves. Moreover, in the eyes of these people, the desert rock mausoleum is their home, the place they are loyal to, and their beliefs, and not being able to go back is almost like asking for their lives.

Now that Yanling City is already the overlord of the desert, the slaves of Yanling City are honored and more loyal to Yanling City, and these people who were sent out are all loyal to Yanling City, so they don't have to worry about their betrayal.

The 500 people brought out, because of various crises in the mountains and forests on the road, more than 100 dead and wounded, fortunately, they have found this place, but unfortunately, the map marked this is the destination, but after looking for several days, there is no shadow of the target.

The middle-aged man returned to the fire again, sat on the stone and sulked, he was embarrassed to go back if he couldn't find the green-faced fangs, but there was no way, could he still turn over the mountains here one by one to find them?

After taking a few deep breaths, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask, "Thief Four, how are you over there?"

"Didn't find it. The three words are similar to this person's attitude, completely indifferent, not in a hurry, very comfortable, as if playing, that look like a lot of enjoyment.

"Then you won't go looking for it?!" the middle-aged man said almost through his teeth. I really don't understand why Shi Shu wants to find "thieves" to come over, what will these people do besides stealing?

The thief slowly walked to the fire and sat down, picked up the well-roasted beast ribs, and was not afraid of being hot, and began to eat. While eating, he slurred his words: "If it was really so easy to find, you people from Yanling would not have found only three in hundreds of years." ”

"Oh, yes, Shiya. The thief suddenly remembered something, and said, "Some tribesmen have followed." ”

For the four thieves, their "thieves" are different, not slaves, nor traditional tribes, he is also very satisfied with the current state of "thieves", he thinks that he is a cut higher than ordinary tribes, so when he talks about tribes, he usually refers to other tribes and not "thieves".

"The tribesmen, so fast?!" Shiya didn't expect the tribesmen to find them so quickly. Want to grab the blue-faced fangs?!

Feeling the murderous aura coming from Shi Ya's body, the thief Si still said in a slow tone, "Actually, you don't have to worry about them, maybe, they can help us find the blue-faced fangs." ”

Hearing this, Shi Ya's eyes flashed, and he was silent, but he also recognized the words of the thief. They've been here all these days, and they've been making no progress, so maybe the tribesmen will find something?

After eating the meat of the beast, the thieves did not stay long, walked out of the cottage, and entered the dense forest outside, and the slaves guarding it were just not seen.

In the woods, the moist smell dispels the heat and dryness brought by the weather, and the breeze blows through the branches of the trees.

Thief Four walked in the forest, and most of the weeds on the ground were waist-high, and walking in it was like falling into a sea of green.

There are no slaves in the Rock Tombs.

"How?" said Thief Four.

Five paces away from him, on the trunk of a large tree, the outline of a human figure slowly revealed.

"I couldn't find out. The man who came down from the tree said in a puzzled tone, "The slaves only know that they are coming to look for something this time, and if there is more, they will not know." However, it is certain that Shiya is indeed in a hurry. What is the function of the blue-faced fangs?"

"If you don't say it, we can't know. However, we don't need to move for the time being, whether the slaves find the green-faced fangs, or the tribesmen find them, it's a good thing for us. ”

"Understood. ”

As he spoke, the man jumped up and ran forward on the trunk of the tree, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A dark green flattened multipod suddenly stood up from the thick grass, its two pincer-like chelicera expanded to an exaggerated angle, and pounced on the thief who was standing in the grass, but the next moment, the person standing there disappeared.

The multipod ploped up half of its body fluttered, its two rod-like tentacles on its head rotating like antennas, as if probing. Unable to detect anything, it gave up its prey and plunged under the thick grass again.

From a distance, among the green waves of grass, some blades of grass are swinging, passing forward, like a ripple on the surface of a lake. Then, the blades of grass sway smaller and smaller until they subside.

The woods here are calm again. (To be continued.) )

PS: A chapter that didn't come out last night, make up for it.

In addition, around 0:00 tonight, red envelopes will be sent, and fu bao passwords will be issued, and book friends who sleep late on Chinese New Year's Eve can wait.