A team of aborigines carrying grain waded through the barren grass in the woodland and strode towards the walled city two hundred miles away.

Most of the natives who delivered the grain were men in their prime and could not directly enter the legions to fight, so they were organized by the tribal chiefs to send the cassava flour and sun-dried moss saved from the walled area to the south.

The indigenous tribes lived in the mountains and barely kept horses, and the convoy consisted only of one wagon.

The other men carried food on their bodies and carried them on foot to the front line.

This time, after they delivered the grain to the designated location, they hurried towards the walled city, and the road they took was not a big road, and those easy roads were all groups of tribal warriors gathering south, and these indigenous men who carried grain could only go back to some places where the grass was not so dense.

The leader of the group, an old hunter with a lot of experience in jungle hunting, was at the front of the group, exploring the thorny bushes to avoid the piercing people.

Some people chatted quietly in the team, and when they met some berry trees along the way, they would stop and step on some sour berries together, which were also their rare fruits, and they were cooked with moss and ferns, which were easier to swallow if they were a little sour.

Originally, the woodland in this mountain range was so rich, with mushrooms, wild fruits, small animals in the forest, and sometimes some bird eggs from the nests in the canopy.

Although there are often demonic beasts, there will also be warriors in the tribe who hunt those demonic beasts......

Food has never been a problem for the aborigines of these Egrod tribes, and hunting and gathering will fill their stomachs.

This is also the main reason why they moved down from Moyun Ridge and lived in the forest, and the products were abundant.

But the evil spirits came, and they ate not only people, but also other wild beasts in the mountains.

When you are so hungry, you can even eat weeds, moss, and tree bark.

Not only has the mountains become extremely dangerous, but there are fewer sources of food, and life in the tribe has become much more difficult than before.

The warriors in each walled city are rising up to resist this group of evil spirits, but the evil spirits are covered in a layer of black bone armor, and they can easily pull out a bone spur from their bodies to fight, even the tribal warriors covered in monster leather can hardly defeat them.

Powerful and numerous, the demons have become the true hunters of this jungle.

If the tribal warriors want to win, they have to offer sacrifices to the demon gods on the altar and ask for the blessings of the gods and demons.

Can...... In the past, almost all of those sacrifices came from the demonic beasts in the mountains, and the sacrifices in the tribe were rarely in stock.

Now those demonic beasts have been slaughtered almost completely by the evil spirits, and if you want to get sacrifices, you have to go to the Mangyuan farther north, or kill more evil spirits.

The warriors of the tribe can only lurk in the woods, sneaking up on the demons who are more than three meters tall and running more recklessly than wild boars......

Many times, ordinary aborigines have to hide in the walled city, usually rely on digging the roots and stems of plants around the walled city to satisfy their stomachs, the best digging is cassava, but this thing is unpalatable, the whole mouth is numb after eating too much, the lips are swollen high, and saliva continues to flow down the corners of the mouth.

In the last year or so, it has become difficult for indigenous people to eat meat.

Now, the elders of the tribe have finally stood up and united everyone, ready to fight together against the evil spirits on Moyun Mountain, and everyone's hearts have rekindled their fighting spirit.

The Egrod clan will not run away from war at any time, and everyone is riveted and ready to fight those evil spirits.

The supplies on the cart were empty, but the carriage was very crudely made, and the old horse had a little difficulty pulling it up, and the wooden wheel ran over through the grass, leaving two deep ruts.

There wasn't much food stored in the walled city, and for this expedition to Moyunling, everyone transported almost everything that could be eaten to the front.

Women and children now gather food around the walled city every day.

Although life is hard, at least everyone is resisting......

And this kind of life gives everyone an extra thing called 'hope' in their hearts.

The convoy headed north, intending to spend two days returning to the walled city.

It's not a short journey, and you have to walk from morning to night every day, and your sleep time is compressed to only a few hours.

As the natives walked forward, they saw two Imperial people standing in front of a bush not far away, with pale red lantern fruits hanging from them, but it seemed that they had no intention of picking them.

There are very few Imperials in this jungle, and the Imperials basically do not cross the Moyun Mountains, but the natives can still tell at a glance that these two are Imperials, one of them is wearing very elaborate metal armor, and he looks like a young warrior, and the other is wearing a gorgeous robe, better than the clothes worn by the great witches of the tribe, and holding a wooden stick inlaid with gems in his hand.

There is no hostility in the eyes of these two imperial people, although this group of natives maintains some vigilance, there is nothing to be afraid of, there are many of them!

And they also knew that almost none of the people in the empire who wore long robes knew how to fight.

The natives didn't want to talk to the two men, but the position they were standing in was so good that they didn't come across so many ripe berries on the way, and they really didn't want to give up on it.

So the captain walked up with everyone......

The two Imperial men looked tired, and the warrior actually spoke the native language, and came up and said:

"We want to see Elder Ambrobie, according to the agreement between us, I have brought some weapons and equipment and food this time!"

The captain of the grain transport team was a little dazed, and looked around again, not understanding where they had hidden the convoy.

However, they quickly accepted the two Imperials, believing that they would not lie about it......

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This is how Surdak and Basil fit into a convoy of grain, and the two of them would have wanted to fly a little further north.

But there was a little problem with Basil's magic handle, the magic pattern circle on the floating device needed to be repaired, although he had repaired magic materials on his body, but it needed to be ground into magic ink, which would take a little time.

The two were discussing how to go north in front of a bush, when they saw a grain convoy coming from the woods.

Surdak immediately went up to communicate, and the captain was very friendly, and seeing that they were Imperial people from the county of Handanar in the south, he invited them to ride in the only carriage of the grain car.

During the break, the natives also took out some food and distributed it to Surdak and Basil.

The climate here is warm, but there is no scorching sunshine and a cool breeze blowing from the north.

Sitting in a place where the trees are not dense and resting, looking at the verdant green of the mountains, will make people's hearts suddenly brightened.

Surdak was certainly not a stingy man, and after accepting the natives' not-so-looking food, he immediately took out a stack of baked wheat cakes from his magical waist bag.

These were meant to be given to them, but at this time some were offered in exchange, and these natives gladly accepted them.

The natives have never seen wheat cakes!

As soon as they took a bite, the rich wheat aroma immediately made them squint and chew, this thing was much more delicious than cassava dumplings.

The wheat cakes baked in the Western Route Army canteen were almost completely made according to the marching standards, a wheat cake was about 14 inches, and a wheat cake was a day's ration.

According to the eating method of the heavy armored infantry of the Western Route Army, a pot of thick soup must be boiled to accompany these wheat cakes.

These natives didn't need it at all, they just piled the lantern fruit they had just collected on the wheat cake, pressed it with their big hands, and then ate it in a big gulp.

Each person ate a whole sheet of baked wheat cakes, and still seemed unsatisfied......

Finally, I don't forget to praise the deliciousness of these foods.

This stunned Basil, the magician who sat frowning and eating wheat cakes, without butter, without meatloaf and tomato cabbage, which was so hard to swallow that he cut only half a palm-sized piece, nibbled on the side, and occasionally took a sip of black tea from the kettle.

But seeing the satisfied expressions of the natives, Basil even wondered if they were eating the same food as himself.

Surdak saw that the natives had eaten all the wheat cakes in their hands, and took out a stack to divide among the people.

However, he didn't expect that this group of natives did not accept it happily, although there was some longing in their eyes, but still no one took the initiative to reach out to take it, even if Surdak handed the wheat cake over, he did not accept it.

Surdak was a little strange, so he asked them:

"Why don't you take it? Don't you like this? ”

The captain of the grain transport team put his hands on his stomach and said with some surprise: "It's not that we don't like it, these are the most delicious things we've ever eaten, but we really can't exchange anything with you." ”

"It's okay, I don't want your stuff, these wheat cakes are for you......"

No matter what Surdak said, the natives of the food convoy did not accept it, especially when they heard that the food was for the support of the tribe against the demons on the front line, and everyone shook their heads like rattles.

Gifts are not accepted, but exchanges are possible.

But they were so poor that they could not even wear leather clothes, and some of them were barefoot in straw skirts, and had almost nothing on their backs except a bundle of straw ropes.

However, Surdak later discovered that the group of indigenous men were covered in tattoos.

The tattoos in the indigenous tribes are almost always to commemorate something, such as the first hunt in their lives, they will tattoo the appearance of the prey on their arms, and every time they hunt a monster, they will also make a record on their bodies, and even go to a few wives will also write it down.

This does not mean that they have a bad memory, it is purely custom......

These natives had ornamental necklaces around their necks and wrists, which were made of strong straw rope and ornaments made of animal teeth and polished bones, but they had been on them for so long that many of the ornaments on the necklaces could not be seen in their original color.

Surdak saw that a native had a necklace on his body, in addition to all kinds of strange teeth, and actually strung a piece of turquoise the size of a thumb nail.

The bright green made Surdak's eyes stop, and he pointed to the small stone, and said to the native, "You can exchange this stone for me, this thing is not bad......"

The native didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand much, but when he saw Surdak pointing to his necklace, he immediately took the bone tooth necklace off his neck, hung it on Surdak's arm, took another wheat cake with joy, and walked back with a shaking head.

Instead of eating the wheat cake again, he skewered it with a straw rope and hung it around his waist.

In fact, Surdak just wanted the turquoise gem, and it seemed too much to exchange a gem for a stack of wheat cakes, and Surdak even wanted to compensate him for a skinning knife.

Surdak hurriedly called out to the native, who seemed a little excited, and directly handed him a stack of wheat cakes in his hand, and then pointed to the necklace and said, "This is more valuable, it can be exchanged for more ......"

Actually, he also wanted to set the skinning knife in the magic fanny pack, but the chest where the skinning knife was stored was not so easy to find.

The other natives saw their companions standing stupidly with a stack of wheat cakes, and knew that the necklace around their necks could be exchanged for wheat cakes, so they untied the necklace around their necks and hung it on Surdak's arm.

These necklaces were filled with all kinds of strong body odors of the natives, and Surdak was almost vomiting after the smoke.

Surdak was a little dumbfounded, what was the use of these things he wanted?

Other necklaces don't have turquoise on them......

However, considering that he refused them at this time, they might not be willing to accept their gifts, and only gave away some worthless wheat cakes, so Surdak solemnly took out a wooden box and put these necklaces into the box one by one.

He also asked the native in an indigenous language: 'Where did you find the green rough stone on the necklace?' ’

The native explained for a long time, and Surdak did not understand the name of the mountain he said, except that at a place called Emnet, he saw that the stone was beautiful, and he picked it up.

Surdak didn't bother to ask if a piece of turquoise didn't really mean anything......

However, as the number of necklaces in his hand increased, he found that this turquoise could also be seen on other indigenous necklaces.

Surdak casually asked, how many of these stones are in the mountains over there?

The answer is yes, there are many of these stones by a stream, because the color is a bit like the magic crystal obtained from the black-horned elk, and some natives will pick up a few pieces, drill them and wear them on necklaces.

Surdak then saw some perforated magic crystals on the necklace, and even half of a demon's horn......

But he was sure that there might be an emerald mine in the mountains.

Surdak felt that exchanging wheat cakes for gems was a bit excessive.

So in the end, I found the chest containing the skinning knife in the magic fanny pack, and then gave each of these natives a skinning knife made of stainless steel.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere here became more harmonious......

(End of chapter)