Chapter 21 Ximin Village

Morey lay quietly, as if in a dream.

In the moments before he fell unconscious, Morey's mind kept thinking about a question - whether the dark green pattern was considered a magic carving?

The hideous patterns, the sharp edges, the pattern of the tattoo was so terrifying, but Morey always had a familiar feeling, as if he had seen something like it somewhere.

Where is it?

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

Further back?

The kicking mentor seems to have warned me about what's going on?

Morey frowned, but couldn't remember.

As for the kicking mentor, the appearance of the person in Morey's impression was very vague, and he couldn't even remember his face, only some scattered fragments, which were slightly more profound. As the consciousness gradually sank, the picture in my mind finally returned to the past, it seemed to be during a trip with the mentor, and I vaguely remember 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, you can really sleep!"

Yes?

Morey was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a young man with a giant sword on his back and a black samurai robe.

The young man was wiping his greatsword, and even when he saw Morey wake up, there was no 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. "Why don't you drown?"

"Ahem!ahem!" Morey was immediately awakened by the basin of cold water, and the feeling of half-dreaming and half-awakening suddenly receded. Choking hard, Morey looked at Carlos indignantly and yelled. "Are you crazy?!"

"Oh my God, what are you doing? he's a badly wounded man!" exclaimed a man outside the leather 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, 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 if you look closely, 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 cannot be seen, it is estimated that they are about the same.

This guy had a lot of injuries a few days ago, and he hasn't been able to deal with them properly, so it's just an injury on top of injury. He still had a fixed plank tied to his left arm, and it seems that he had suffered as much as he had fallen off the cliff.

Feeling a dry cough in his throat, Morey took a drink of water and chatted with them.

Morey was also curious about what exactly happened after that.

According to Carlos, 'a few broken bones, not a major injury,' and Morey could only be secretly stunned when he heard this. After seeing Carlos's appearance, the injury on his arm was nothing at all, and in front of Carlos, Morey even felt that he was crying out for pain was just hypocrisy!

Carlos didn't die, much to Morey's relief. There is no acquaintance around this place, so Carlos can barely touch the edge of the word 'familiar'. Seeing that he was okay, Morey was also relieved - the two of them took care of each other more or less. I believe Carlos thinks the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed 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 he fell all the way down, wishing that he would be twenty meters long! The fall was quite not light, and he almost gave up his life. But fortunately, he has a fighting spirit to protect his body, which is incomparable to ordinary people, although he was injured in many places at the time, but he still saw the opportunity to seize a convex stone, and hung there with the strength of one arm.

At that time, Carlos's injuries were already very serious, and even if he was lucky if he didn't fall, holding on to the stone and not letting go was already the limit, and he didn't have the strength to climb up at all. Luckily, Thorn came back to see after he woke up, and he was able to save him - you know, it was hours after Thorn came to his senses, and Carlos gritted his teeth and stayed up 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 speaking 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 is more concerned about, taking the water bladder handed by the thorn head and moistening his throat, Morey turned to Carlos and asked. "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, you would have been eaten by wild beasts. Thorn Head smiled. "Since you're awake, then follow me to meet the village chief! I heard that you are a motorcyclist, who can do evil spirits?"

Heard?

Morey glanced at Carlos, who shook his head helplessly.

"Don't worry, this is Ximin Village," Thorn Tou explained, apparently sensing Morey's uneasiness. "Maybe now the outside world thinks that we are all the kind of degenerates who eat human flesh, after all, we do have a relationship with those degenerates of the mountain tribes. But in fact, the essence is completely different, I believe you have already seen it. ”

Morey nodded. "I understand that if you're like them, we should be on the plate right now. ”

"No," the thorn said with a smile. "The mountain tribe doesn't have such a detailed thing as a plate, well, to be honest, we don't have it in Ximin Village, it's something that only exists in the outside world. ”

Although Morey had injuries on his body, the main ones were burns on his left arm, and the rest were only minor injuries. Now that he came to his senses, there was no big problem with walking, so he followed the thorn out of the tent. But as soon as he got out of the tent, what he saw suddenly surprised Morey.

This is actually a small village built on the edge of a stream, and it looks like it is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and a bend in the stream blocks the last side.

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 are very few thatched and timber houses, most of them are leather tents. But it was well arranged, and at first glance, Morey had the illusion of coming to an ordinary village.

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

"Didn't expect that, did you?" said the thorn smugly. "Compared to the villages in the outside world, our Ximin Village is not much different, 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 get close to 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.

But if you think about it like this, are those wild people just now greeting Carlos?

It didn't look like a friendly act either

The village is not very large, and if everyone is there, there will be about 100 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 help you with that, only the village chief"

"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!"