After a few days, the black-footed people finally admitted that they had become helpless against these invasive plants.

Huhu left Blackfoot Village with his dog.

Andy discussed with him if he could use coyotes to get rid of the spore grasses, and his attitude was that he had only seen a coyote hunt by chance, and that he couldn't do it because it would work, and even if it did, it would require some manual refinement.

There have been five or six people who have been incapacitated by the spikes of the spore grass, and those poisonous juices can make people feel severe pain for a long time, although not fatal, but it can also make people extremely fearful.

A group of Blackfoot Warriors approached with a man familiar to Andy.

The man was tall and strong, with a round waist, some dark skin, some metal decorations on his body, and no clothes on his upper body, showing his iron-like muscles. The head is decorated with a somewhat exaggerated feather, which is also painted in several colors with special paints.

The expression on his face seemed to be smiling all the time, but even so, there was an unsettling feeling to look at him.

The stout man approached, and the natives who were waiting next to him began to lean in to tell him about the problems facing the village.

Andy wanted to walk over and talk to him, but when he got closer, he was glared at by the black-footed warrior next to him.

Unconvinced, he stared at the other party head-on, as if he wanted to compete with whose eyes were bigger.

After talking to a few natives, the black man saw Andy glaring at one of his guards a little funny, and couldn't help but laugh and wave at Andy.

"Let's talk, outsider, do you have something to tell me? I've heard that you've been mixing well with the guards in our village lately, and you're walking pretty close to that kid from Corhoti, and it's good that Blackfoot welcomes strong and friendly outsiders.... Why don't you come and talk to me about what you think about the problem we have right now? ”

Andy walked over without humility or arrogance, and this time no one stopped him.

The man in front of him had a kind smile on his face, but this smile was very informative.

He was almost as tall and strong as Andy, and at the same time had a certain unspeakable temperament of a superior that Andy didn't have.

"Hmm... May I ask, are you a chief? ”

The man shook his head.

"Oh, of course not, while chieftain is a good position, not everyone has that ability and qualification... I just want to do my part. The chief of Blackfoot is Lord Kuresu, my name is Craig, and I am the leader of the hunting party of the Blackfoot tribe. ”

"What does the hunting team do? Does it include hunting? ”

"In fact... The hunting party will take care of all external matters, and when necessary, they will prioritize their own priorities, such as escorting slaves, fighting enemies, and of course, the hunting you mentioned... Sometimes, we need to improve the taste a little bit as well. ”

Andy hesitated, but couldn't help but ask.

"Do you mean that the fight against the enemy also includes the plundering of innocent people who pass by?"

Craig's hand was pinched around his waist, and Andy even noticed that there was a skull pinned to it, and a deeper expression appeared on his face.

“.... That's right, if you want to ask why this is, I can only answer you, only a slave will give up the initiative and want to survive in this world .... Almost not. ”

The elite black-footed warriors standing next to him, dressed in thick metal and leather mixed armor, stared at Andy with unkind eyes, and the black machetes and yellow spears in their hands seemed to be waiting for Craig's order to turn the annoying outsider in front of him into a rotten meat skewer.

Craig stared at Andy, his eyes looking interested.

"I know we have a bad reputation outside, and it's rare for you to dare to come to us.... But I still have a lot of things to do, and I don't have much time to entertain you, so do you just come over and ask me these inconsequential questions? ”

Andy scratched his head, the feeling of being stared at by several big men together was definitely not a good feeling, and since the matter had come to this, he could only not mention this pot that was not opened.

"Actually, I have a plan to deal with those spore grasses."

Craig's eyes lit up.

"Oh? Then I'm going to hear your plan, we're almost helpless now, and some people have suggested setting a fire, but what will we eat if we burn the vegetable patch? It's not enough to sell slaves to buy food, and I'm wondering if we're going to have to go on a massive raid after that. ”

Hearing that the other party was planning to go out and harm people even more, Andy hurriedly stopped it.

"We don't need that, we just need to solve this problem in a very clever way, we can catch a bunch of coyotes and put them all in here and let them eat these spore grasses."

Craig touched his chin and didn't respond to Andy immediately, just asked the left and right guards for some whispers.

After a moment, he questioned.

"Even our war dogs will be repelled by those spore grasses, how can coyotes help them? Your proposal doesn't sound viable. ”

Andy directly flipped Huhu's words as they were.

"Coyotes feed on spore grass, and they are more petite and agile than dogs, making it easier to avoid the spikes that spore grass spews. We can capture a bunch of coyotes and send them to the vegetable patch, keep them here, and they will go and feed on the spore grass themselves, and when the process is almost done, we can gather people to eradicate the remaining spore grass and the seeds in the field. There's no better option left or right anyway, so why not give this one a try? ”

Craig finally agrees with Andy, and he directs his guards to find a few hunters and go outside to hunt some coyotes.

It's not an easy job, Blackfoot doesn't have any advanced tranquilizer guns or anything like that, and coyotes are alert and fast, and if they don't think they have a chance or an advantage, they'll be far away from humans, so catching them requires great skill.

But that's not a problem for Blackfoot.

Soon, some coyotes were sent back in cages.

After running around in panic for a while, they began to try to hunt the spore grass that was on the edge, the coyote nimbly dodged the spikes, and the light and clever one attracted the spore grass to attack the other around the back, and then the coyote bit the juicy part of the back of the spore grass's neck in one bite, making it lose the strength to move.

Before long, a difficult spore grass became food for the coyote.

Seeing that this was working, Craig praised Andy and ordered more coyotes to be captured and brought back to deal with the scourge.

In the evening, Craig asked the others to set up a simple shack not far from the vegetable field, where a banquet was set up.

"You've done us a favor, Andy, and if this matter is resolved, I can promise that if the hunting party encounters you in the wild, you can treat you and your people differently..."

"Then I'll thank you here."

The two of them drank some wine, but unfortunately there were only three or four bottles of this wine.

Looking at the empty wine bottle, Andy's mind had another question that he had been thinking about before.