The safari road is the only major road in the safari jungle, and every year there are many merchants who come and go between Tiannanguan and the inland, and at the same time transport all kinds of materials.

The main output of Tiannan Pass is slaves, and slaves are never willing to be slaves themselves, and it often happens that they take the opportunity to escape halfway, or kill the escorts and go into the jungle together. The merchants were not willing to let their slaves escape, so they hired some capable men to go into the jungle and capture the escaped slaves.

Over time, a special group of people gathered along the way, the nomadic hunters, who roamed the jungle in order to find the escaped slaves and capture them, give them to their masters for a reward, or simply sell them to others who wanted to buy slaves.

Safari hunters are generally people who are good at something, or have a skill in a certain area. While these people wandered in the barren jungle looking for slaves, they also did some lawless things, killing people and taking money were common, and even gathered some nomadic hunters, killed some tribes living here, killed the old people and children, and captured the young and strong, put on slave collars and sold them as slaves.

When slaves and tribes can't be found, not only will the hunters attack each other to rob the slaves captured by others, but they will also attack the slave traders who are poorly defended on the safari path. These nomadic hunters have no rules to speak of, and they will sell anyone they can catch into slavery whenever they have the chance. They act more like a bunch of robbers hiding in the jungle.

Time went back to more than half a year ago, because Tiannan Pass was suddenly seized by the Wind Clan, and the Tianya of Tiannan Pass was directly closed, the slave trade also came to an abrupt end, and the people in Tiannan Pass had to leave here because they were sealed by the Wind Clan. Without the support of the slave trade, other commercial activities were cut off, and there were no more pedestrians on this busy road.

If there are no people on the safari road, then the safari hunters in the jungle will also be cut off from the way of money, there are no slaves in the jungle, and there are no slaves on the road, and survival becomes more cruel.

The frenzied safari hunter set his sights on the other, less powerful safari hunters. Killing people and accumulating wealth and then leaving is the only way, so there is only killing left in this jungle, and the only people who can really survive in this jungle are the strongest of the strong. This man is supposed to be such a nomadic hunter.

The wind searched the safari hunter for a moment. And he found a string of coins tied into a long strip on his waist.

The strip coin is the coin here, a rectangle made of copper with a little finger length and width, slightly thicker than the leaves, but the four corners are round rather than right-angled, with a square hole at each end, which seems to be used to thread a rope for easy carrying, and has raised witch patterns on both sides, one side of the witch pattern "Moneti tribe" and the other side of the witch pattern "witch money Yihe"

There were about a hundred of them in this string, and there was nothing else on them.

Feng thought about it for a while, and felt that he must have an accomplice, it should be nearby, after all, this is a safari jungle, not a king forest that is still in a primitive state, and a person who can be alone like himself and does not bring any commonly used items may not be able to survive in this jungle.

Wind turned around and dived into the jungle to look for it, and soon found five nomadic hunters in a secluded valley who were eating around a campfire. Five feathered arrows were released in succession, and five people were knocked over without accident.

Feng walked over and saw that the five were dead, and glanced at the thigh that was roasted on the fire, and couldn't help but feel sick in his heart, and then saw all kinds of things that were obviously snatched from the ground. He took a few strings of coins, threw the others into the fire and turned away.

This safari road is not easy to walk, and the wind was attacked by five groups of safari hunters in three days, which shows the number of safari hunters.

Feng didn't expect that it was just a semi-primitive jungle, but it was even more barbaric and cruel than the primitive state of the Dawang Forest, at least the tribe of the Dawang Forest could still have people to live, and it had not yet reached the point of cannibalism. In the safari jungle, there is only prey here except hunters. Even today's hunter may become someone else's prey tomorrow.

The brutal jungle poses no danger to the wind, because the wind is a killing seed, and as soon as he comes to this world, he finds that he seems to be very powerful. Killing is like an instinct in the blood.

Although the wind did not remember that he had been a high-level wind warrior, and had forgotten how to enter the heavenly consciousness state of the wind warrior, his own combat instinct and the sensitive perception of his body were enough to make the wind sweep through everything in this cruel jungle.

The wind walked north along the safari road in the jungle that had been almost swallowed up by vegetation because no one had walked for too long, and walked unabashedly on the road alone that he had taken as his prey. But the nomadic hunters you meet along the way have all become prey to the wind.

Baqu Town is located at the foot of Phuket Mountain, on the north bank of the Lushui River, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a beautiful environment, the journey from the town to Tiannanguan takes almost a month, and the town to the inland town also takes almost a month. Therefore, whether Baqu Town is going to Tiannan Pass or coming out of Tiannan Pass, it is a necessary place to pass through on the way, and it is also the only place for supplies in the safari jungle.

When the wind appeared in Baqu Town, it no longer had the vigor that it had when it first entered the jungle, and now the people were staggering and faltering. Zhou's body was in tatters, like a wild man.

It's not that the wind is injured, but that the wind overestimates his ability to adapt, and he has been doing well along the way, not only killing the nomadic hunters who fled from the wind, but also reaping a lot of loot.

But just ten days ago, I carelessly ate a few mountain fruits that looked little different from the usual fruits, but soon after eating, I began to vomit and diarrhea. After a few days of vomiting and diarrhea, he turned the wind with steel and iron bones into a dying patient. It is the limit of the wind to be able to hold on to this point, and the wind walks lightly towards Baqu Town.

Fortunately, the wind finally made it to Baqu Town, a place he had heard from the nomadic hunters he had killed. This is the only village in the safari bush. It's also the only place in the safari jungle that doesn't, at least on the surface, kill people indiscriminately.

Unkempt, ragged, and holding a sturdy wooden staff, he walked step by step, also because he was afraid that those bronze weapons and other trophies would attract the hunters, except for an obsidian dagger and a small bag of coins hidden at his waist, the others were thrown on the road, and the leather clothes on his body were also deliberately cut into tatters.