Stunned, he watched as the strange man scraped all the flesh off his bones and sucked the marrow out of his bones.

At this time, this strange person has changed very much compared with the appearance when he was just moved over by Shao Xuan, the most obvious thing is that the whole person does not look like sun-dried meat, and has a fleshy feeling similar to that of a normal person, but he still looks not strong, and there is no obvious bulging muscle, but after seeing the way he directly broke the leg bone of the fierce beast just now, Shao Xuan and the three of them did not dare to underestimate it.

His skin no longer looks blue-black, blue and white, still bloodless, but it is different from the half-orc slave of Yi Si, at least the half-orc slave can see at a glance that he is like that, but the strange man in front of him gives people a strange feeling, like he is seriously ill, but it is quite dangerous.

After eating, the skin and flesh on the strange man's face also became a lot softer, except for some traces left by dryness and a strange blue and white, it was similar to ordinary people, at least it didn't look like a dead corpse anymore, and his movements were no longer stiff, if he had obvious breathing and heartbeat, he would be more like a living person.

After eating, the strange man looked at Shao Xuan's eyes gratefully, and even became less wary of Zheng Luo and the Yanjiao warrior.

"Here...... Be...... Where?"

Probably after eating, his body had begun to recover, and the sound he made was no longer like sandpaper grinding stone, but it still didn't speak smoothly, and the tone sounded strange, but even Meng Jie could roughly guess what he was saying.

"This is the Flamehorn Tribe. Shao Xuan said.

"Flame Horn...... Tribe?" The strange man's face was full of doubt, as if he could think of something, but as if he couldn't remember.

"Who are you, and what tribe are you from?" asked Shao Xuan. In order to make the weirdo hear clearly, Shao Xuan spoke every word slowly.

"I'm ...... Who?" the strange man looked even more dazed, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he tilted his head and thought hard.

"Do you remember your tribe's totem? Can you draw it?" asked Shao Xuan.

"Totem...... Totem ......" The strange man repeated the word in a low voice, the more he spoke, the more smooth he became, and he raised his head suddenly, and his red eyes flashed brightly, "Totem!"

"Yes, yes, totem. Do you remember?" Shao Xuan walked into the secret room, took out the paint placed in a wooden cabinet next to him, stirred it with water, stretched out a finger and dipped it in it, and then scratched it on a piece of cloth, and a black mark suddenly appeared on the gray and yellow linen.

Shao Xuan originally wanted to use a pen, but looking at the situation of this strange person, it was still convenient like this.

The strange man looked at Shao Xuan's movements, and seemed to be no stranger to Shao Xuan's behavior. Stretching out his right thumb and poking inside the small stone box containing paint, many tribesmen like to paint with their thumbs, which is an ancient habit, and at this time it is the same as the weirdos. Because he didn't have the power to control it, he almost knocked over the small stone box, but fortunately Shao Xuan took it.

Looking at the black mass on his fingers, the strange man walked to the stone table and scratched it on the linen cloth that Shao Xuan had spread out. Feeling that it was too troublesome, he pushed the sackcloth aside. Draw directly on the stone table.

At the beginning of the drawing, the finger moved and paused for a while, as if the strange man was recalling something, and when he got to the end, the more he painted, the smoother it became, and finally he finished directly without even pausing.

It's not a complicated diagram. Shao Xuan's painting can be done in two seconds, but this strange man took nearly ten minutes, most of the time spent thinking, and he was not fast when he painted.

Anyway, I drew it.

Zheng Luo couldn't help but take a step over there curiously. Craned his neck to look at the stone table, he couldn't get too close, and the weirdo was still wary of him.

"This is?" asked Seira, looking at the words on the stone table.

The strange man glanced at Zheng Luo vigilantly, and made a sound, but the tone was a little strange, and Shao Xuan couldn't understand what he meant for a while,

The pattern on the stone table looks like a person raising his arms and looking up, and directly above the "human" pattern, there is a circle, which usually appears in the pattern, most of which refers to the sun.

This is the tribal totem pattern of the weirdo, and even if the tribesmen can't remember their names, they won't forget the totems of the tribes, especially those tribes that still maintain the primordial fire.

The strange man didn't seem to remember anything else, but this one was actually drawn, and he was still staring at the totem on the stone table in a daze.

Shao Xuan was sure that he had never seen such a totem pattern, and there was no way to match this person's identity for a while.

looked at Zhengluo in the back, he also had a puzzled face, he had never seen such a pattern, but it was very unlikely that such a person who could make such a person who even forgot his name but still remembered the totem pattern draw it.

However, the rise and fall of tribes has always existed, and there may have been tribes that have gone extinct in the past, and this weirdo is one of them.

"Your tribe used to be in the desert?" Shao Xuan asked again.

"Desert?" The strange man was even more unfamiliar with this word, and he didn't understand what Shao Xuan said at all.

Realizing this, Shao Xuan explained the environment on the desert again, "It is a place where there is very little rain, there are not many woods and plants, and there is all yellow sand. ”

After hearing this, the strange man nodded again and again, "It's there, it's there!"

The strange man knew that Shao Xuan was not of the same clan as himself, but because the aura on Shao Xuan's body was similar to his own, he mistakenly thought that Shao Xuan was of the same clan as himself at first, but after eating a beast leg, his body was recovering, and his perception was much stronger, only to find that Shao Xuan was still different from himself, but he still did not guard against Shao Xuan.

Not from the same tribe, but certainly related to his own wake-up, so the strange man asked with some eagerness, "I...... Tribe...... Go back ......."

Shao Xuan only understood a few words from what the strange man said, "You want to go back?"

The weirdo nodded.

"But there are no tribes left in the desert. Shao Xuan said.

The strange man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and denied, "No...... No way...... But then he thought of something, but he seemed to remember something clearly, his face was distorted, and he suddenly squatted down with his head in his hands, looking very painful, the lines like meridians on the blue and white skin of his body were raised, and his throat let out a roar like a beast in the mountains and forests. It's like a strong wind blowing into a cave and then blowing out, which is weird.

The stone chips and dust on the surrounding walls were shaken, and the clay pot with water in the corner cracked. There wasn't much water in it, and most of the shards that burst were pottery shards, clanging against the walls.

The cry echoed in the walkway outside, and Dokang, who was blocking the stairs with people, listened to the sound. I just feel creepy.

The sound insulation effect in Yanhe Fort is still okay, but at this time, such sounds can be heard everywhere in Yanhe Fort. Some of the people outside who were close to Yanhe Fort heard the sound very faintly, but they also trembled unconsciously, as if a cool wind swept behind them.

Where Yi Si was, at the spine behind the half-orc slave frog, thorns came out one by one, and he looked nervously at the place of Yanhe Fort.

Yi Si also felt strange. "What's going on over there?"

In Yanhe Fort, the people who heard the sound rushed over and saw Duokang leading people to block there.

"Chief, is this voice called?" someone asked Dokang.

"How do I know?!" Dolcan wondered what was going on down there?!

Secret room below.

Seeing that the strange man was emotional, Shao Xuan and Zheng Luo both raised their hearts and held their hands on the hilt of the knife, if this strange man suddenly broke out. That's where they can only kill this man. Although I would love to know something from this person, everything is about the safety of my own people.

But. The strange man just crouched on the ground with his head in his hands and howled in great pain for a while, and then his voice gradually weakened until he stopped.

Shao Xuan waited and waited, but didn't see any movement from that person.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" asked Shao Xuan.

Without waiting for an answer, Shao Xuan asked again. Still no response.

He could sense that the irritable aura around this person had subsided, and if it weren't for seeing him squatting here, no one would have thought that there were still people here, after all, there was no breathing and no heartbeat. Except for the obvious breathing phenomenon before the roar just now, at other times, this person seemed to need air, and if he was locked in a sealed place, maybe he could live.

Shao Xuan walked over, holding the knife in one hand, and stretched out the other hand, pushing the person who was squatting there.

The person who squatted there fell straight backwards, and when he fell to the ground, he still maintained the appearance of squatting with his head in his hands, his hands and legs seemed to be frozen, and he did not move at all.

Zhengluo wanted to ask, "Is this person dead?", but thinking that this person was different, he asked instead, "What's wrong with him?"

Shao Xuan shook his head, judging from the power fluctuations around this person's body and body, it was very similar to the situation when other people were asleep.

"Probably...... Asleep?" Shao Xuan guessed.

Fall asleep?

Zhengluo looked at the strange man who kept holding his head in a squatting position, as if he was about to curl himself up into an egg, and said in his heart: It's really different, even sleeping like this!

Shao Xuan looked at the pattern drawn by the strange man on the stone table just now, glanced at Zheng Luo, and the two walked out of the secret room with light steps.

"He looks like a normal person when he falls asleep, he shouldn't wake up for the time being, you and Dokang look here, I'll go to the Rain Tribe. Shao Xuan said in a low voice.

"Go to the Rain Tribe, do you want to ask about this person?" Zheng Luo also knew that the Rain tribe used to live on the edge of the desert, and at this time he understood Shao Xuan's plan.

"Well, I want to find out where this person came from, and the people of Yanling always put them for a purpose. This man said that their tribe was in the desert, but we all know that since the slave owners came to the desert, there have been no tribes in the desert. The Rain Tribe is so close to the desert and has been around for a long time, so it may be able to know something that others don't know. ”

Zheng Luo nodded, "Okay, you go and come back quickly, if this person wakes up, he won't be polite to us." If you really can't, you can only kill it. ”

"Hmm. Shao Xuan knew that this person's attitude towards himself was different from that towards others, just because it was Shao Xuan who resurrected this person with another force, or rather, this person was not really dead, but was only maintained in another state, and the power output by Shao Xuan prompted him to wake up from that state.

Without further ado, Shao Xuan immediately left Yanhe Fort and headed for the Rain Tribe.

When Shao Xuan went, Yang Sui was smiling and looking at a piece of linen cloth in his hand, on which were written the plants planted this year, handicrafts, and the situation of trading in Yanhe Fort, they have now gained a firm foothold here, and they no longer need to worry about hunger, the existence of the Yanhe Trading Area gives them more options for survival, textiles, pottery, weaving, etc. can be traded, even if the harvest in the cultivated land is not good, they will not starve. Sometimes Flamehorn needs labor, and there are people in their tribe who rush to do it, and they can exchange labor for food from Flamehorn anyway.

Just watching, someone came to report that Shao Xuan, the great elder of Yanjiao, was here, and Yang Sui immediately put down the things in his hand. Let Shao Xuan come in. They don't dare to put on a show, to survive here, they still rely on the Yanjiao tribe, otherwise their tribe's combat power really can't withstand the threat of so many people or beasts around them.

"How come the Great Elder has time to come to our Rain Tribe today?" Yang Sui said with a smile.

Shao Xuan didn't beat around the bush, and handed over a piece of animal skin in his hand, "Do you know this?"

The pattern drawn by the strange man, Shao Xuan painted it on the animal skin.

"What is it?" Yang Sui took the animal skin roll and opened it, and the smile on his face froze. quickly changed his face, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, he stared at Shao Xuan, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you know this?!"

"Have you seen it?" Shao Xuan briefly said about the strange man, as to how to resurrect that person, Shao Xuan did not explain, but said that the strange man who looked like an ancient corpse brought back was alive.

Yang Sui held the fingers of the animal skin roll hard. Even he trembled, and his face turned pale.

"Could it be that they're back?" he muttered. His eyes were full of fear and panic, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his blood was frozen.

"Who are they?" Seeing Yang Sui's soul-like appearance, Shao Xuan said again, "He can't remember anything for the time being, only this pattern." Moreover, they should be controlled by the people of the Desert Rock Tomb and put them as puppets. ”

Shao Xuan's words made Yang Sui breathe a sigh of relief temporarily, but his fingers were still trembling, and his face was bloodless.

"Dry tribes. It's a dry tribe!"

Dry tribes?

Shao Xuan had never heard of this tribe.

"The Dry tribe used to live in the desert?" asked Shao Xuan.

Yang Sui tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking like he wanted to smile or not, "No, they don't live in the desert, but where there are dry tribes, it's the desert!"

These words made Shao Xuan stunned, "You mean, the existence of the desert is because of the drought tribe?"

"So to speak. Yang Sui took a deep breath and tried to suppress his excitement as much as possible.

"That strange man should be very strong, and the tribe must not have been weak back then, but how could such a tribe disappear in the desert?" People who are not strong will not be targeted by Yanling.

Yang Sui laughed miserably, "You only know the strength of the Drought Tribe, but you don't know that our Rain Tribe was once a big tribe!"

Just in case, Yang Sui went out to drive away all the people around the house, poured a bowl of water after entering the house, calmed himself down, and continued: "Some things are also rummaged out from the ancestor's handwriting after I became a witch, the ancestor has some handwritten notes on the bright side, many leaders and witches of the Renyu tribe know, but there are also some hidden handwritings, which can only be opened by the witches of the rain tribe. Not every witch can be opened, and if you don't have the strength to open it, you won't be able to see those. And from those notes, I solved the puzzle that I had been confusing all along. ”

Shao Xuan once told Yang Sui that the fire in the original state will weaken, although they don't see it obviously, but if they compare it with the fire thousands of years ago, they can find the difference.

It's just that very few people can live that long, they are different from those infinitely growing beasts, people with different strengths, there is a limit to their lifespan, two or three hundred years old is the lifespan range of most high-level totem warriors.

Yang Sui could accept that the fire of the rain tribe was weakening, so he couldn't succeed in asking for rain, but he didn't understand why the fire of their rain tribe was weakening so quickly? The tribe with a long history of survival was not only their rain tribe, like Yanjiao was also an ancient tribe, but they were not as weak as them.

In the final analysis, it is still the tinder.

When the fire is strong, the tribe is strong, and when the fire is weak, the tribe is weak.

Their Rain tribe has survived half-dead on the edge of the desert for so long, and they have long been out of the ranks of medium and large tribes, and may soon disappear from this world in the eyes of many people.

"Tinder!" Yang Sui raised his head and sighed, "Because of the Drought Tribe, the Flame of our Rain Tribe is weaker than others!"

"Have you fought with the Dry Tribe?" asked Shao Xuan.

"A long, long time ago, it was a war. In the end, we lost. ”

Yang Sui told Shao Xuan what he recorded in the ancestor's secret sealed notebook.

The desert was not like that before, it was not much different from the rest of the continent, although it did not rain very often, and in some places it was even dry all year round, but the area was not large compared to the desert today.

The Dry tribe lived in a perennially arid place, while the Rain tribe lived in another place with fertile soil, which was very suitable for growing a plant discovered by the ancestors of the Rain tribe, and the fruit of that plant was crushed and roasted in water to obtain a hard bread, which was easy to store and hungry. At that time, the people of the Rain tribe attached great importance to that land, and even thought about expanding the cultivated land.

In order to make the crops in that cultivated land grow better, the rain tribe begged for rain more often, and the scope of rainfall naturally extended in the direction of cultivated land expansion.

But the drought tribesmen don't like rain, they don't even like water, they can survive longer in the arid environment, they like drought, like those cacti in the desert, they themselves are a reservoir, as long as the "reservoir" is full of water, they can live well without a mouthful of water for a hundred or ten days.

The people of the dry tribe also want to expand their territory and make more dry land, so that even if the two tribes are not separated, there is a conflict because of the expansion of their own territory.

Later, the contradiction intensified, the two tribes went to war, and the tribesmen could have fought to the death for the sake of territory, and the two tribes with completely different preferences wanted to drive each other away or destroy them directly.

The contradiction lasted for a long time, and Yang Sui didn't know how long it was, and this was not recorded in the ancestor's notes, only mentioning that in the end, the witches of the two tribes were also against each other, and each used the power of fire.

According to the ancient records left by the ancestors of the rain tribe, the war between the two witches at that time, waving their hands and changing wind and rain, one step and ten miles of yellow sand.

Eventually, the Rain tribe was defeated, and the Rain Witch left the place where they lived and settled on the edge of what was once a desert with the fire and the remnants of the tribesmen.

Because of that war, the fire consumption of the rain tribe was serious, almost irreversible attrition, and the witch of the rain tribe burned himself in the fire pond under self-blame and remorse. Since then, as time has passed, the Rain Tribe's Tinder, like the original Tinder of other tribes, has continued to weaken, but their Tinder has weakened faster than others' Tinder due to the wear and tear of the Great War.

Yang Sui's heart was also full of bitterness when he learned the truth, but at that time he had not heard that there were still dry tribe people in the world, although the desert had expanded to the territory where the rain tribe lived, but the dry tribe people seemed to have disappeared from the world, perhaps because of some natural disasters, or other reasons, the dry tribe people no longer appeared, when the slave owners from the other side of the sea occupied the desert, the dry tribe was completely unknown.

The Yangsui people felt that in the end, it was their rain tribe that survived, and living was a victory. As for the cruel history and defeats of that year, the ancestors of the Rain Tribe didn't want to be known, and Yang Sui also kept it secret, and no one in the entire Rain Tribe, except for him, knew that there was such a history.

Listening to Yang Sui's narration, Shao Xuan felt incredible.

It turns out that the desert was fought by these two tribes!

Two veteran powerhouses with a long history, one defeated and withdrew from the territory, avoiding farther away, and the fire was consumed so much because of that war that it was weakened more than other tribes of the same period, and even the rain could not be found.

And the other Buluo disappeared for some reason, Shao Xuan remembered the appearance of that strange person at that time, like an ancient corpse, that state should have been in a long time, but I don't know if their disappearance is related to those slave owners.

But those Yang Sui didn't know, Shao Xuan wanted to know the reason, so he could only ask the weird man, provided that the weird man could remember. (To be continued.) )