'Who are you?' Spirits' people? We didn't break the agreement. ”

The gruff voice was filled with fear and flinching, and the man wrapped in loose coarse cloth dropped the old rifle in his hand, and ran forward as he turned around, panicked as if something had fallen and then pulled back.

Hermione, who came from the shadows, saw him appear out of thin air as he was talking about going to hunt down the fleeing people, so he had this scene.

His Dutan speech was a little rusty, sometimes jumping out of a few words of highland language, his skin was lighter than that of the natives, and his facial contours looked more like those of mixed races.

"Who are you going after to hunt?"

Hermione hoisted him upside down in the air, waved his hand to pile up the debris of the approaching trees under his head, and raised his right hand that burned with black flames.

"It's Kesa, it's Yupaca of Kesa, they're hunting down an escaped slave and offering a bounty."

Seeing that the person standing still didn't have the idea of stopping, he continued to open his mouth and keep explaining that he was just here to make some money, and there was no need to lose his life.

"We all know that the runaway man is not a slave, otherwise they would not have gone around in such a big circle to look for it in the village, but the faith is different."

Village? Hermione, who had received a useful clue, continued to ask him to continue, where is the village?

"In the Hopi tribe, it will take some time to get north from here, but I think they were all killed by the Khosa."

"It's okay, you can lead the way and take me over, what's your name?"

The man who had fallen into the sawdust jumped to his feet when he heard this, and his instinctive fear made him stop the idea of running away.

"My name is Manko and I'm from Shepawa, which is the border between the highlands and the west. Priest, if I can take me outside, if the people of the Quesa see me, I will die here. ”

Manko's tone didn't match his fierce appearance at all, and how deferential and deferential he wanted to be was almost on his feet.

Those who possess extraordinary power here are revered as priests, and the priests of the tribe are the high priests.

Hermione, who showed her ability, was naturally subconsciously substituted by Manko, and these people who had the ability to communicate with the gods and the earth and all kinds of extraordinary means were existences that they had to respect.

"You don't think I can beat the people of Kessa?"

Manko, who was directly blocked, didn't know how to speak, so he could only wipe his sweaty face left and right with his hands, how could he be met by himself!

"You don't look like a local at all, you lack a lot of courage. Don't embarrass you, just bring it nearby. ”

"Thank you for your understanding, please follow me."

Manco, who didn't dare to say more, straightened his clothes and walked forward quickly, leaving quickly.

Hermione, who followed behind, used divination to confirm the authenticity of the news.

There is no problem, it has to do with the purpose of this visit, and with some more necessary media, you can go directly to someone.

"What is Quesa? How much do you know? ”

Manco, who was nervous, almost tripped over the smooth ground road when he heard this, why did you seem to know everything you said before?

"The Quesa is the largest ruling tribe in the Arequipa region, and it is said that they have been administering this place for His Majesty the Grim Reaper, waiting for the day when the Dead Monarch returns."

Local indigenous forces? Those who can hunt down the people who come out of it must have some understanding of the legend of the Golden Country. Arodes's hint is quite useful, but it is a mouthful.

If there is no substantial progress, consider visiting the Kessa tribe.

"Who is Billaka?"

"He is a priest of Kesa, and he is said to be able to summon the souls of the dead, and easily harvest the souls of a village, which is very terrifying."

Manco tried to sway Hermione by saying as many words of horror and fear as he could, he didn't want to die now, and he didn't want to die there in the past.

"It doesn't seem to be a demigod, okay, you can go to the ground by yourself."

"Thank you, thank you~"

Manco, who was muttering, breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the smoky shanty house, and his limp body almost fell to his knees.

When he looked to the side again, there was no longer Hermione, and he just lay down and rolled into a slope of grass.

"It's terrible, let's get out of here and try our luck at Guapivita Lake next door."

After waiting for a moment and not seeing anyone else, Manko left with his body low and along the low ditch by the side of the road, heading in the distance towards a high mountain covered with white tops.

In the unknown village of the Hopi tribe, except for the round shanty houses that are common in the area, Hermione sees only messy ground and stumbling objects.

Judging from the traces on the road, they should have scattered away from here, and there was a smell of blood in some places, and when they pushed open the hidden door, they saw dead people hanging on shelves, and there were more than a dozen equally miserable corpses underneath.

The blood has been sucked dry, and the remnants of the spirit have disappeared and been erased, no wonder the traces are so small.

The divination mirror showed that the people on the Kasa side were killing the area, some of them headed for the mountain, and some of them scattered and fled the area.

'Don't you die, big brother! Wait until you take me in, whatever you want to die. ’

By obtaining a medium to divinate an outsider who had lived here for a long time, she was given the appearance of her target, a middle-aged man with dark brown skin.

The revealed image is ordinary, wearing a hat woven with feathers, without extra dazzling brilliance.

Without thinking too much, she also walked towards the mountain, it should be in time.

The soaring eagle swooped down in the form of an arrow, raising sideways to dodge Connor's short arrow. Sharp claws clenched and waited for the next fatal blow.

Connor, who had tore the rag and wrapped the wound on his left arm, burrowed under the low trees again, but he was now so weak that even a slightly ferocious animal could not heal it.

The people behind are about to catch up, but if they go on like this, they won't be able to solve the falcon that remembered the Bobandak brothers.

He ran out of the empty hillside, and the waiting falcon swooped down again, his body stiffened and stagnated by the sudden drop in temperature around him.

The short arrow, which had lost its strength, flew out and landed in the grass on the ground not far away, and the falling claws scraped several bloody marks on his chest.

It's them who came, how are the people in the village? Has he already been murdered?

A flash of light crossed his pupils to shake him off the stiffness of being controlled, and the wooden bow that he raised his hand to sweep towards the falcon was easily dodged by the other party.

But the cold feeling hit again, making his hands stop here again, and the other party obviously wanted him to live, otherwise he would have killed himself a long time ago.

Looking at the falcon that swooped down again and spread its claws, his face changed too drastically, and he was relieved that he had been waiting for a long time, maybe this was an opportunity.

The stagnant hand closed in that moment the falcon that had clawed into his chest, and rolled down with the target, which was almost half his size.

There are a lot of activities at the end of the year, and they are live and recorded, and there are activities, forgive me.