Chapter 21 Ximin Village

Morey lay quietly, as if in a dream.

For a moment before he fell unconscious, Morey's mind kept thinking about a question - whether the dark green pattern was a magic carving, or not? The hideous pattern, the sharp edges, the pattern of the tattoo was so terrifying, but Morey always had a familiar feeling, as if he had seen something similar somewhere.

"Where the hell is it?"

Morey subconsciously began to recall, the memory regressed from the area of the savages, to the python crocodile lake, Carlos, Claire, Adele, all of which were all rummaging through Morey's mind, and gradually returned to the Fire and Rose Mercenary Regiment, back to Gülen Town, back to Engla's magic carving shop Pù Morey suspected that he was reading a book when he was in the magic carving shop, but it still didn't feel right, because that impression seemed to come from a much longer time

"Again, the kicking mentor seems to have warned me about something. Morey frowned, unable to remember.

As for the kicking mentor, Morey's impression of the person's appearance was very vague, and he couldn't even remember his face, only some scattered fragments were slightly deeper. Morey's consciousness gradually sank, and the picture in his mind finally returned to the past, which seemed to be during a trip with his mentor, and vaguely remembered that the kicking tutor was drinking tea by the window, looking at the sunset outside.

However, at that time, the kicking mentor didn't know if he suddenly remembered something, but suddenly turned his head and looked at Morey with a frown.

Although Morey couldn't remember the face of his mentor, he still remembered the deep and sharp gaze, even if the memory was blurred, but the thought of that moment still made Morey's heart tremble. The tutor seemed to be thinking about something, and stared at Morey for a moment before speaking lightly

"Oh, are you finally up? You can really sleep!"

"Ahh

The young man was wiping his beloved greatsword, and even when he saw Morey wake up, he didn't show any expression on his face, who else could it be if it wasn't Carlos.

"Oh," Morey sighed. "So I'm dead too. ”

"Good," Carlos unceremoniously picked up a basin of water and poured it directly on Morey's face. "You can drown. ”

"Ahem!ahem!" Morey was doused with this basin of cold water, and his half-asleep state suddenly receded. Choking hard, Morey looked at Carlos indignantly and said, "Are you crazy?!"

"Oh my God! what are you doing? he's a badly wounded man!" said a man outside the tent who poked his head in at the sound of a voice. "Is that how people from the outside world wake people up?"

The man who came in was the savage boy, prickly headed, and his head was now covered with some black-green herbal ointment, which was very ugly, but fortunately it didn't smell bad.

Sitting up, Morey accidentally pulled the burn on his arm and gasped in pain. But after a closer look, it turns out that Carlos's current appearance is not very good, and the exposed places on his body are coated with ointment, and although the places that are not exposed are not visible, they are estimated to be about the same. This guy has had a lot of injuries before, but he hasn't had time to deal with them properly, and he still has a fixed wooden board tied to his left arm, and it seems that he was not less injured when he fell off the cliff.

In his words, 'a few broken bones, not a major injury,' and Morey was only secretly stunned when he heard this. After seeing Carlos's appearance, the injury on his arm was nothing compared to it, and Morey even felt that his ** just now was just a hypocrisy compared to him.

The fact that Carlos wasn't dead made Morey happy. There is no acquaintance around him in this place, so Carlos can barely get along, and now he is relieved to see that he is okay Morey is also relieved, the two of them have a good relationship with each other, I believe Carlos thinks the same way, otherwise he would not stay in this tent.

Although it is simple to say, in fact, Carlos's situation at that time can be described as nine deaths and one life!

At that time, he rolled all the way down, and the fall was quite light, and he almost gave up his life. But fortunately, he had a fighting spirit, which Morey couldn't compare, although he fell and injured many places at that time, but he still saw the opportunity to grab a convex stone, and hung there with the strength of one arm.

However, Carlos's injuries were already very serious at that time, even if he was lucky if he didn't fall, holding on to the stone and not letting go was the limit, let alone climbing up, if he continued like this, sooner or later he would have to fall into the crack. Luckily, the thorn came back to look after waking up, and it was hours after the thorn woke up, and Carlos gritted his teeth for half the night. But even so, when he was pulled up, he was already soaked in blood and sweat, and he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes, and it took a long time to recover his strength.

"That's pretty much it. Carlos was only stating calmly, but Morey could faintly hear the fear in his tone. Although this guy said calmly, he wasn't necessarily scared at the time.

But there are other things that Morey cares about more, taking the water bladder handed by the thorn head and moistening his dry throat, Morey turned to Carlos and asked. "And where are we now?"

"Well," Carlos' expression suddenly became a little strange. "We are in the village of the savages. ”

"Poof!" Morey's saliva squirted out!

"What is there to be satisfied with being rescued back to the village by us, if we had left you there, we would have been gnawed by wild beasts. Thorn Head smiled. "Since you're awake, then come with me to meet the village chief! I heard that you are a demon master, who can do evil spirits?"

Heard?

Morey glanced at Carlos, who shook his head helplessly.

"Don't worry, this is Ximin Village," Thorn Tou obviously saw Morey's confusion, and explained first, while leading the way. "Maybe the outside world now treats us as the kind of degenerates who eat human flesh, after all, we are strictly speaking, and we do have a relationship with the degenerates of the mountain tribes. But we're fundamentally different from them, as you've already seen. ”

Morey nodded and said. "I believe what you say, if you were like them, we should be on the plate right now. ”

"No, you're thinking too much," Thorn shrugged. "The mountain tribe doesn't have plates, and to be honest, our Ximin village doesn't have either, that's what you're doing. ”

Although Morey had injuries on his body, it was mainly a burn on his left arm, and the others were not strict, and since he came to his senses, he naturally had no problem walking, so he walked out of the tent with his thorn head. But as soon as he got out of the tent, the scene in front of him suddenly made Morey's mouth open in surprise.

This is actually a small village built on the edge of a stream, and it is generally surrounded by cliffs on three sides. It's obviously not a good place to build a village, and the only advantage may be that it's not easy to attack. But what surprised Morey the most was the village itself, although there were few grass and wood houses, most of them were leather tents, but they were very orderly, and at first glance, Morey had the illusion of coming to an ordinary human village.

It's hard to believe it's a tribe of savages!

"Didn't expect that, did you?" said the thorn smugly. "Our Ximin Village is not much worse than the villages in the outside world, right?

"Kata!"

Occasionally, a few wild people passing by were busy with their own business, and they also greeted Thorn Head when they saw him approaching, but it was obvious that not all of them spoke the lingua franca. Although the wild man's eyes were soft on the thorn head, his eyes were full of wariness when he looked at Morey, and he didn't seem to be very willing to approach Morey, so he just said hello and walked away, and even a few wild people quietly stared at Morey in the distance.

But what Morey didn't expect was that Carlos seemed to be very comfortable here, greeting the wild people casually.

Occasionally, a wild man gestured at him with a spear, and Carlos swung his greatsword with his uninjured right hand, and Morey vaguely thought of a possibility - it seems that Carlos has integrated into this place in a more direct way in the past two days, and it is estimated that the injuries on his body are not completely falling.

Morey suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, because if he thought about it like this, it seemed that it was still to be verified whether the behavior of those wild men just now was greeting Carlos.

This village is not very large, and if everyone is there, it will look like a hundred people.

"Your name is Morey, right? I'll just call you Morey, by the way, my name is Sukasodan, it's okay to call me Suka, in short, don't call me a thorn again. Thorn Tou introduced his village and led Morey and the others around and around to the depths of the village. And here there is a small house made of pure wood, which can be said to be an incredible existence in the Warcraft Forest.

"You have a lot of questions on your mind right now, don't you?" Sukka looked up at the wooden house, a look of respect in his eyes. "But I can't give you the answer you want"

"Do you have anything to eat here, I'm dying of hunger. ”

"You eat two birds' eggs first, make up for them!" Sukka had a few black lines on his forehead. "Come in, the village chief has been waiting for you for a long time!"