Unlike usual, Oneida noticed for the first time that these people in Puer were so polite that they only let outsiders leave instead of catching them as sacrifices.

Glancing back at the spiders behind them with their fangs open, is this the reason why the other party is so polite?

The leader held a spear, the person behind drew a bow, and the team of seven or eight people planned to retreat and leave directly, and the three spiders in the back would be able to kill them.

"The people of Puel, I am Oneida of the Bavken tribe, not an outsider. This Excellency has something to ask your patriarch. ”

"Why do you talk so much? The other party is about to run away. ”

Hermione pulled out the deadwood stick next to her and dodged straight to the front to let the group uncontrollably pile together, so that she could talk to herself.

The man who fell to the ground tried to struggle to escape but was stopped by the spider who surrounded him, and stayed in place, watching with some anger and fear.

"I have no problem with you, if you don't, you won't listen well, I'm sorry."

"I want to ask your high priest about something, and you can go back and say it, or I can go myself. I hope you can understand. ”

After throwing the stick away, Hermione was finally able to talk to the group.

Oneida was also a little dazzled and recalled the moment just now, this person in front of him was the real warrior, and he was not worth mentioning at all.

"Your Excellency wants to see our high priest, my name is Chap, you have to let us go."

"Let's go, just tell the truth, if something irreparable happens because of the concealment, don't blame me, understand?"

The change in Hermione's eyes impressed several people even through the black veil, and the spiders stood behind her in fear.

The slender man at the head softened his tone obviously, and after getting Hermione's permission, he quickly disappeared into the dense forest with his teammates.

"Let's keep going, sometimes this can solve a lot of unnecessary trouble, of course, provided that you can cover yourself for yourself."

"Okay."

Ooneida, who had a lot to say in her heart, finally said a word and continued to walk inside with Hermione.

She kept looking ahead, and the figure of the person next to her seemed to have a magical power, and if she was not careful, she would be attracted to the eye.

The spiders guarding both sides seem to have a similar feeling, like they are of the same kind.

The clutter of the trail disappeared and a road was as wide as it had been for vehicles.

The primitively dressed mountain people of the Puer tribe waited there, led by a peacock-like feather on his head and a glowing spear in his hand.

The face covered in tattoos and oil paintings looks to be past middle age, and the overall look is still very imposing, with the majesty of a ruling tribe.

The others were bows and arrows and a few old-fashioned firearms, and they were gathered around as if they were watching the excitement.

Behind the forest are circular thatched huts, like shantytowns, where ordinary women and children work and make ends meet.

Seeing this battle, Oneida walked up without stage fright and explained to the person in charge, Hermione was friendly and observed the surroundings on the side, and it was okay to explain first and then do it.

From the conversation, I learned that the patriarch in front of him was called Nzinga, and the high priest did not show his face, and the spear in his hand should be regarded as a powerful '2' level seal.

It's still so easy to take it for so long, and the light inside hasn't changed, and it seems to be well controlled.

"Outsider, what are you here for? You are not welcome here. Nzinga knew about it and warily talked to Hermione.

"It's nothing, I'll pick a flower, and by the way, see if you lack people for the clan covenant, and of course it would be better to look at your high priest. I sensed her. ”

"Don't go too far, stranger, pick what you want, don't bother us?"

"It's a pity, I'll just take a look anywhere."

Hermione didn't force it, after all, the clan oath was to be engraved into her tribe's historical heritage for future generations. Put aside the previous self and give them some sweetness, and there is no need to force it now.

There was a different aura in the depths of the tribe's shantytowns, like curses, silence, and the like.

She disappeared straight into the source. The woman with dark skin and thick upper and lower lips sealed by nails sat in the middle and looked at Hermione as she came along.

Her hair was curly and fluffy, her neck was covered with a string of white animal teeth, magical objects, her chest was wrapped in brown linen, and her lower body was a short skirt made of animal skin.

She wears different jewelry on her hands and feet, and has strong local style tattoos on her face and body, looking like an ordinary local woman in her thirties.

Nzinga and the others outside didn't panic too much when they saw Hermione, who was missing in an instant, just now the high priest and his mother had already told everyone not to worry too much.

Oneida who stayed here was also instructed by Nzinga to be taken to rest, and it was up to her to go and stay, and now the oppression brought by outsiders made them also let go of these acts of infighting.

The spiders climbed to the side of the tree to guard, and the tribesmen ignored them.

The seated woman invited Hermione to sit on the floor, without much worry or extra emotion.

"My name is Nzingo, and I am the priest of the tribe here, if your Excellency has anything to say, just ask, you are very strong and worthy of our respect."

Nzingo's closed mouth did not open, and the voice appeared here from thin air.

"My name is Hermione Avanna Sauron, a traveler from afar, and I would like to join you in your clan covenant by picking a flower."

"I seem to have heard something about the family represented by one of your names, it seems that none of this is boasting, my spirit tells me not to spy on you, and the first thought is to leave."

"I would like to ask, is your faith in the former emperor or the later god of bondage?"

"I believe in the great, immortal Grim Reaper, who is the return and monarch of all of us."

"I see, you'd better let your tribesmen take shelter. Someone from outside is going to storm in, and you should have something exposed. ”

After saying that, the atmosphere in the room became a little subtle, and Hermione, as a skilled worker of the curse, knew that the curse that existed in it was enough to severely damage the sage, and it was worthy of the place where the person in front of him lived.

Nzingo sighed a little helplessly, obviously not making a move, but it was really felt.

"It seems that the traitor really didn't die, and brought outsiders here, thank you for informing me. Just go and get whatever you want. ”

She wasn't too flustered, as if she knew everything before, and treated Hermione with respect and behavior.

"You can find people from Minato to work with, you don't have to. At this level, you should understand that the Grim Reaper has fallen, and even if there is, it is someone's vest. Because it's simple, the god of war has also fallen. ”

Hermione relied on the information she had gotten to figure out some of the truth. But what does this have to do with yourself, and it's not the fall of the original witch, it's best to blow up the uniqueness and sequence 1 characteristics to yourself when you die.