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The stench was still spreading, the trees rustled, and Xia Zuo felt a lot of breath after calming down, but it was eerily quiet.

Slowly looking back, Xia Zuo's whole body suddenly tensed, and a pair of eyes were looking at him, and the indigenous warriors who were three or four hundred meters blue all over looked at Xia Zuo without saying a word.

The imam looked at the dragon that had turned into a black spot in the sky, and his aging body trembled with excitement.

"He drove Mesca away!" said one of the indigenous fighters.

"Oh God!" exclaimed another native warrior.

"God has not given up on us. ”

"Thank God!"

"He's the barbarian, he's the barbarian!" someone recognized Natsuzo, and the most striking feature of Natsuzo's body now was probably his hair, which had been draped over his shoulders and looked messy, a hairstyle that was rare among barbarians, who preferred a bald head.

"He's not a barbarian, quiet, quiet!" cried out the imam, suddenly turning around.

Xia Zuo was slowly retreating, and he was a little afraid to run, because he felt a dozen breaths that made his heart palpitate, these breaths came from the indigenous warriors gathered around the old natives, all of them looked to be in the prime of life, all of them were more than two meters tall, their bodies were painted blue, and they wore wreaths of five- or six-leaf clovers on their heads.

"Six-leaf clover archers, they are Achemei, it's really Achemei!" Xia Zuo looked at it, and he was already sure in his heart that they were the Achemei clan known as the "Divine Arrow Clan".

In the books Xia Zuo has read, it has been described that the Achaean clan divides their status by the blades of grass on their heads, and generally powerful warriors have a high status, wearing five-leaf clover or six-leaf clover garlands on their heads, while those who wear seven-leaf clovers on their heads may not be warriors, but sacrifices, and it is also the meaning of the leader. The number seven has a special meaning in the Achaean people.

According to legend, the warriors of the Achaean tribe should wear a nine-leaf clover, but there is no such thing here, let alone a nine-leaf clover, not even an eight-leaf clover.

The imam turned around and walked towards Xia Zuo, who was nervous in front of him, looking around vigilantly to see if there was any possibility of escape. Language barrier, inability to communicate. He couldn't understand what the Achaean were saying. But you can see it. They were all excited.

Xia Zuo slowly took two more steps back.

"This ...... Sir?" exclaimed the excited imam.

Xia Zuo's body stopped suddenly, and his eyes widened a lot, because the old native spoke English!

"Do you speak English?" said Natsuzo, who was also excited.

"I was fortunate enough to learn. Here, allow me to pay your highest respect!" the imam stopped a few steps away from Xia Zuo, crossed his arms, put his palms on his shoulders, and bowed to Xia Zuo.

With Hadi's movements, all the Achaean people present bowed down and saluted, and even the four and a half children on the sedan chair stood up. Learn how adults make a salute.

Dusk, Achaean tribe.

Xia Zuo, who had taken a hot spring bath, put on a beautiful animal skin robe and walked out of the wooden house, looking at the busy Achaean people in the tribal square, showing a comfortable smile.

From the mouth of Hadi. He learns about the dragon Mesca, who came here four centuries ago, and who is so violent that it brings disaster to the island's creatures, and who sacrifices to the island's tribes every year for peace in order to appease Mesca's anger.

This year, it was the turn of the Achaean tribe to make sacrifices, but Xia Zuo drove Mezka away, in fact, only Xia Zuo himself knew that it was because he cured Meska's injury and Meska had the ability to fly away, so he left, but in the eyes of the Achaean people, it was Xia Zuo who drove away Meska, and he was treated with the most ceremonious treatment.

Wearing animal skin boots full of ethnic atmosphere, Xia Zuo slowly walked through the square, and many of the Achaean people who saw Xia Zuo first saluted respectfully, and then nodded in greeting, because of the language barrier, so they could not communicate anything.

Shazo came to a tomb in the northwest corner of the tribe, next to a quiet grove, with the words "Tomb of Dasivan, March 11, 1796."

It was this man named Darcy who taught Hadi English.

A self-proclaimed explorer, he came to the island twenty-seven years ago, lived there for twelve years, and eventually died of illness.

"He was a very interesting person and a good guy who taught us how to purify herbs and helped us a lot, but he died of illness himself. Hadi walked up to Xia Zuo and sighed as he looked at Darciwen's tomb.

"May he rest in peace. Xia Zuo said.

"Where is Mr. from?" Hadi looked at Xia Zuo and asked, the two hadn't talked much before, so Xia Zuo was in a hurry to take a shower.

“...... United Kingdom. Xia Zuo thought for a moment and said that although his hometown is in South America, he did come here after leaving the UK, and he is not lying.

"Great Britain...... Mr. Da Vinci told me about this place, he is also from England, oh yes, Mr. Da Vinci left a lot of things here, mainly some books, I just learned to speak your language, I still can't read those books, if you are interested, you can go and see it, I hope it will help you. Hardy looked at Xia Zuo and said.

"Okay, please lead the way!" Xia Zuo nodded and said with a smile.

Hadi took Xia Zuo to a big tree, this big tree is very huge, maybe fifty or sixty meters high, the diameter of the roots may be meters, there is a door and two windows in the tree, and you can vaguely see the tables and cabinets inside.

This is not a treehouse in the traditional sense, generally treehouses are built on large trees, but this treehouse is built by hollowing out the inside of the tree.

Pushing open the door, the dust falling, and Hardy takes Xia Zuo into Darcy Moon's home here, or what becomes his former home.

"It's been fifteen years, Darcy has helped us, so we haven't let anyone else live in this treehouse, and there is a second floor above, which is a small bedroom, usually Mr. Darsivan rests on it, and the rest of the time is ...... below" Hardy said, gesturing to the treehouse.

After Hardy left, Xia Zuo walked around the tree house alone, touched here, and looked where, because he couldn't hold back for too long, all the dust was everywhere, Xia Zuo swept his hands, and finally came to the innermost desk of the tree house.

In the desk drawer, Xia Zuo found some notes. The paper has been yellowed, but the font is still legible.

Darcy's English writing was very beautiful, and Xia Zuo had just glanced at the beginning twice, then sat down on the dusty chair and looked at it seriously.

From afternoon to dusk, from dusk to night, Xia Zuo sat on his chair all the time, constantly looking at the things recorded by Darcy Wen, very seriously, and someone even brought him an oil lamp. He didn't even look up to see who it was.

What Darcy recorded was very useful to Shazo. Because of what Darcy wrote. It's about life, the past, the sights, and the discoveries on the island. Xia Zuo didn't know how long he would stay here, maybe he wouldn't be able to leave for the rest of his life, so he naturally wanted to know what this island was like.

Through Guò Darcy's records, Xia Zuo first learned that Darcy Van himself, who had already admired the five-body casting.

Darcy Moon is an adventurer, a traveler, and has traveled the world three times.

He is also a linguist and is fluent in thirteen of the world's leading lingua franca. Sixty-four special languages, as well as three very old languages, including the "Woowa" spoken by the island's natives, was also a botanist, zoologist, pharmacist, navigator, historian, poet, and painter.

Human energy is limited. So at this time, Xia Zuo's admiration for Darcy Moon was like a surging sea, he had never seen such a person, if he had to use one word to describe Darcy Moon, it was "university scholar", and this university scholar, when he died, was only forty-nine years old.

"Talent, it's a pity!" Xia Zuo sighed.

However, after inheriting his grandfather's huge inheritance, he gave up his job as a pharmacist and began to travel the world.

According to Darcy's records, there are three primitive tribes on this island, namely the Achaean tribe, the barbarians, and the Juli tribe, and the three primitive tribal races correspond to three fighting professions, Achaean archers, barbarian hunters, and berserkers!

They have been living here for at least a thousand years, and have had little contact with the outside world, so life can be said to be very primitive, because they often have disputes over hunting areas and water sources, and Darcy has tried to mediate, but each time after a period of calm, there will be another dispute.

The night grew darker, and as the moonlight first appeared, a bonfire lit in the tribal square.

"Mr. Xiazuo, the event has begun. The imam appeared at the door, his old wrinkled face with a smile, and waved his hand to Xia Zuo in the room.

"Wait a minute!" Natsuzo responded with a smile, rubbing his eyes, tidying up the messy papers on the table and putting them in a drawer before walking outside.

"Will I be able to stay here in the future? ”

"Of course, Mr. Darcy Van had said before he died, that someone would take these things he had written out and make them public, and perhaps that person would be you, Mr. Xia Zuo. ”

"Maybe!"

As the two spoke, they came to the square, where a huge bonfire lit up the square, and some of the Achaean people flapped wooden shields, leather drums, etc., forming a strange beat, and many other tribesmen sang and danced around the bonfire, a cheerful scene, and they were celebrating Mesca's expulsion.

Xia Zuo, who was watching from the sidelines, was pulled by the enthusiastic woman to the bonfire, and jumped up helplessly, and often Achaean people passed by Xia Zuo and hung green blades of grass on Xia Zuo's robe.

The blades of grass represent blessings, and when Xia Zuo came out of the crowd, his whole body was covered with green blades of grass, and his whole body would rattle with every step he took.

Xia Zuo is helpless, he can't take it off, the event is not over yet, and it is unfriendly to take it off.

"What's that?" Xia Zuo retreated to Hadi's side, noticing that behind Hadi, there was a huge stone platform with a stone bow on it, two meters long, and something that looked ancient.

"It is a sacred relic of our clan, the Ami Divine Bow, which has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and it is said to have the ability to shoot down stars. Hardy looked back, with a hint of reverence in his tone.

"Shoot down the stars, why don't you use it to defeat Meska?" asked Xiazo, puzzled.

"Because it's been a long time since anyone has been able to pick it up. Hadi said, looking back at the Ami Divine Bow again, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh!" replied, looking at the people singing and dancing around the campfire again, and the women had already brought the roasted animal meat and began to distribute it.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Xia Zuo raised his hand and pressed his chest, and he felt that the black broken blade that he had wrapped in animal skin and placed in his arms had just shaken.

"Strange. Xia Zuo muttered, turned around and wanted to walk away, his foot moved slightly to the side, but his body was closer to the stone platform.

Boom!

Xia Zuo raised his head and looked at the Ami Divine Bow above, induction, it was some kind of induction!

With a slight footstep, Xia Zuo was once again a little closer to the stone platform where the bow was placed.

The black broken blade vibrated even more violently!

"Harty, can I go and see the bow?" said Xia Zuo, and when Hardy turned around, he pointed to it. (To be continued)