On a slope not far from the sand dunes where the three teams of friends stayed, there were three or five stout men watching with their feet crossed, which was a dead end, and the combination of the angle of the sun and the peculiarity of the slope's own geographical location could form a blind spot for the sand dunes during the day. Even at night, the slope can provide them with a shield from the wind and warmth, and the people of Horsuo are familiar with everything here.

"Maca, they've lit a bonfire in Dune Seven." A waiter took two steps back and said respectfully. Behind him stood a man who had his face painted in the shape of a monster with some dye, and wore a bison skull on his head as a decoration, the man was two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a broad body, this guy who looked like a hill from a distance was the most heroic warrior of the Hosseau tribe, and all the people of the tribe gave him the highest respect except for chiefs and wizards, and the name Maca was a messenger of the gods in the Hosseau language.

A dull voice sounded, like beating a war drum made of cowhide, and Maca sneered, "The children of the outside world are like this, never defenseless, not even as good as the youngest warrior in our clan. ”

It was a matter of great pride to be laughed around and praised by the strongest warrior in the clan.

The bonfire was extinguished, and only puffs of gray smoke rose into the air, and the sky in the desert was full of stars, and the people in the three tents had been sleeping soundly for a long time. In the second half of the night, there was a sudden shout and curse from the tent on the far left, and then the tent zipper was opened, and a person with a body color matching the night walked out wrapped in an overcoat and scolding.

He spat fiercely and said, "Damn Xiaomi, he's talking in his dreams again!" He licked my arm just now and said that it was better to fry it or eat it raw, and let people not sleep! He shouted loudly, as if he was deliberately trying to wake everyone up, "Mu Qinghe, I'm going to change tents with you!" ”

Ten minutes later.

Full of grumbling and venting, Fu Bo patted his stomach with satisfaction, and when he turned his head back to the tent, he suddenly hit a wall, and Fu Bo, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, still raised his head slightly to look at the "wall", and then was pinched by the "wall" and pressed to the ground.

As soon as Fubo fell to the ground, someone quickly stepped forward and tied his hands and feet with ropes, Fubo struggled to look up, but saw a group of partners lying on the ground with different expressions.

"Have you scolded enough?" Xiaomi looked at Fubo with a dark face and an expressionless face.

This question is actually the voice of everyone present, Fubo's ten-minute non-stop talk makes everyone feel very novel, especially in the eyes of those men who have never been out of the tribe, where would they think that this guy with darker skin than them is scolding, they still think he is singing, although they don't understand, but it feels novel, at least it rhymes, isn't it? Maka, who has been learning a lot of English with the patriarch all the year round, has a strange face, and he has long wanted to catch this noisy guy, but a group of partners who are obsessed with "listening to songs" don't do anything, so he has to stand behind him crying and laughing and wait for him to shut up.

Fubo shouted: "Can't I give myself courage? Hell knows if we'll come back alive. ”

Xiaomi replied angrily: "It must be you, a mouthy guy, who died first." ”

"Don't make any noise!" Yumeng shouted: "Holy blessing, can you not have a calm expression!" Scared, will you pretend? I won't pretend to learn Mu Qinghe! ”

Shengyou was dumbfounded, she must not have woken up just now, yes, it must be so!

Seeing Mu Qinghe's frightened and frightened appearance, Shengyou had no choice but to adjust his facial expression as much as possible to "mourn", but he made his partners laugh.

Looking at their expressions and listening to their conversations, Maca looked up at the starry sky, not understanding what was going on in the world outside.

—— —— ——

The vast desert, the Khoso tribe

Approaching the ancestral sacrifice, the Huosuo tribe presented a tense and warm atmosphere from top to bottom, and the warriors in the tribe directly obeyed the orders of the patriarch because of the departure of the leader Maca.

At this moment, several warriors drove several men and women blindfolded with cloths from a hidden path to the simple wooden house in the center of the tribe.

The place where the Horsuo tribe is located is the only oasis within a radius of 100 miles, and all the places where the Horsuo people live are made of clay, so although the wooden house in the center is simple, it is undoubtedly inhabited by the most respected people of the Horsuo tribe.

"Patriarch, we brought the invaders here." The leading female warrior was the first to step into the house, her face evenly smeared with plant juice, a poisonous weed endemic to the Khoso tribe, and its juice was mostly used to smear sharp spears, and if applied to the body, there would be a heart-rending burning sensation on the applicator, and even fewer warriors dared to apply it to their faces, and even disfiguring it if it was applied for a long time. But this woman has often used it to draw totems on her face since she became an adult, which is undoubtedly a symbol of courage and is more respected by others.

"Amu, don't use poisonous weeds on your face in the future, it's not good for children." At the top of the throne sat a kind old man, old and in good spirits.

"Yes, yes, Amu, you just listen to the patriarch." A fat man in the room hurriedly spoke, but when he saw Amu's eyes glaring, he immediately closed his mouth again.

"Guests from afar, I don't know why you came to our tribe." The old man glanced at the group of young men who had been reduced to prisoners, and then asked in a deep voice in English, no longer speaking the indigenous language of the tribe.

"We are just tourists, and we really don't know why you are detaining us, and if you can, I hope you can negotiate with the embassy of our country." A tall, thin boy in the group rolled his eyes and replied.

"You are dishonest." The old man shook his head and said, "It seems that we need to keep you locked up with the camels." ”

"Old man, we're here for the Black Stone." Thinking of the treatment he had received in the past few days, a wry smile appeared on the corner of a handsome and burly boy's mouth.

Hearing the boy's words, the old man's eyes lit up, and he asked the people to remove their blindfolds, then waved away all the people in the tent, and immediately locked his eyes on the boy, motioning for him to continue.

"We were sent by your old friend, Mr. Xiongqi, who told us to steal your tribe's black stones when you weren't looking." The burly boy was Gu Gu, the captain of the second team of the Beltamon University, and he said exactly what Principal Xiongqi had taught him when he came.

Guzhen didn't know why he made the old man laugh after honestly talking about the operation mission.

I saw the old man slapping his legs and laughing, and said, "Blushing Xiongqi, you really don't change your dead nature, when I don't pay attention?" Haha, didn't you steal it when you drunk me, but you actually sent a group of children this time! ”

"Okay, I know where you came from." The old man smiled enough and waved his big hand: "You go back and tell Blush Xiongqi that you are not the person I am waiting for, and the matter of the black stone makes him stop being delusional." By the way, after participating in our ancestral sacrifice, let's let you children see what kind of heroic warriors made Xiongqi dare to steal but not rob! ”

The old man seemed to be in a good mood, and took the lead in striding out of the cabin, leaving the members of the second team to look at each other on the ground.

—— —— ——

"Can you understand English?"

"Have you ever been out of the desert? Surely you know the famous Williams family in Nevada, right? ”

"Can you teach me the language of your tribe? In fact, I am a promising young man who is willing to learn anything with an open mind. ”

……

A camel rushed out of the caravan, and then rode out of the dust, and the caravan behind a long distance, the burly man on the camel plucked out his ears vigorously, the desert, thousands of miles of sky, finally clean.

The camel caravan behind did not know why the leader ran so fast, and they all hurriedly drove the camels to follow him. At the back of the caravan were several camels carrying a few young men who were tied up, and they all looked at the guy with a strange look on his lips but kept talking.

"You put him ...... Driven away? The corners of Mu Qinghe's mouth twitched, looking at the vacant seat in front of him on the left, just now, the big man who had been watching them had been watching them, and ran away on a camel?

"I call it strategy, do you understand? Got it!? Fu Bo lay on the hump weakly, "Who has water, give me some drink." ”

"It's over, the man who fed us the water just ran away, I'm afraid he won't come back until he reaches his destination." Shengyou's face was full of helplessness, so he simply closed his eyes and recuperated.

Fu Bo glanced at him, looked at the water bags hanging from the waists of the Horsuo people in front of him in a daze, and then he shouted to attract their attention, and the warriors of the Horsuo tribe in front heard the familiar voice sound, thinking that he was about to sing again, and quickly turned around to show a simple expression, laughing and clapping. The black man reverted to the game, and wanted to cry without tears.

—— —— ——

Two figures appeared on the sand dunes where Mu Qinghe and the others had camped before, and one of the bald men stroked his head tattooed with red cobwebs, grinning, revealing a mouthful of fangs that made people shudder.

"Lin, we have already explored the specific location of the Khoso tribe, and we are not far from it." The other stood behind the bald man, his long knife on the ground, his hands crossed on the top of the hilt, and he was heroic.

The bald man smiled, licked his teeth with his tongue, and his saliva overflowed, like a wolf out of the forest, which was particularly infiltrating.

There was also a team of 100 people slowly approaching the Khoso tribe, their clothes almost all thrown on the road, each of them casually carrying the weapons in their hands, and the occasional light in their eyes did not match their own image of being dusty. A young man with chapped lips took off the bracelet equipped with the positioning system, put on his shirt stained with yellow sand on his shoulders, and despite the persuasion of the leading old man, he broke away from the slow-moving team and walked quickly towards the oasis where the Hosuo tribe was located.