In the blink of an eye, it has entered May, which is the beginning of summer and the most dangerous beginning in the forest. It had been many days since Wendini had accompanied Bimoye out of the Stone Forest Valley, but although they had obtained the daytime star map, they still had not been able to get out of this ancient forest.

"We ...... Where the hell are we in the forest, and why can't we get out until now? "Bi Moye even felt tired from walking, full of injuries, not to mention, more of an inner anxiety. He knew that the direction he was walking was correct, but if the direction was correct, it must have been something else wrong with them while walking, but what was the problem?

The sun was dappled and the breeze was soft, shaking the branches and leaves on the treetops and swaying gently, and the dazzling light illuminated the young fruits in the bushes. Suddenly, there was a rustling in the northwest, and Bimoyer was startled to suspect that a tree spirit was coming around, and then a beast roared and hissed.

"The voice ......" Bimoyer heard the sound not like a fight between beasts, and took Wendini to find the sound.

After walking a short distance, he heard a heavy beast panting in front of him, and Bimoye brushed aside the leaves, only to see a wild boar weighing more than 1,000 catties lying on the ground, with a thick iron hook hanging from his neck, and the plasma snorting out with his breathing.

"Iron hook!" Bimoyer frowned, and was about to be vigilant, when suddenly a sharp arrow burst through the air, and with a bang, the long iron arrow pierced through the trunk of the tree and stuck in the trunk.

Knowing that he had been discovered, Bimoye came out from behind the tree and said, "I am only one person, who are you to come out." ”

No one came out for a few seconds after the voice fell. Bimoye looked around, but saw a deer's head slowly raised in the grass.

"Deer?" Wendini, who was following her, widened her eyes, wondering how a deer could come out. But he heard Bimoyer say, "It's not a deer, it's a man." ”

It was indeed a man who came out of the grass, and he was quite tall, but this man was wearing a deer's head and hat, and when he came out of the grass, he thought he was listening to a wild deer.

The first time Wendini saw a person dressed in this way, she was very curious, and saw that this person had a complete deer head on his head, and the horn crown on the deer's head was intact. A face was hidden in the shadow of a deer's head. Rough fur around his waist. His chest was bare, and he was bleeding from a cut in his chest, as if he had been injured while hunting wild boars. However, although the man was injured, he remained on high alert. The bamboo and wood bow in his hand has never let go.

He said a few words to Bimoye. Bimoyer was stunned. He didn't understand these words at all, and they weren't the language spoken on the mainland. Bimoyer secretly thought to himself that it was difficult for him to encounter some wild fall. Looking at this person's dress, it is not the dress that normal mainlanders should have, it is very similar to the tribal group described in the story that is far away from modern social civilization and lives in a primitive society.

Seeing that the other party was silent, the deer-headed man began to grunt again, and when he finished speaking, he drew his bow and arrows and aimed them at the past.

Bimoyer didn't know how to answer, so he spread his hands and kept saying that he had no ill intentions.

The deer-headed man seemed to understand what Bimoyer meant, put down his bow and arrows, and looked around him twice, before he cared about his injury.

Bimoye wondered in his heart, he was surprised to meet such a person in the Warcraft Forest, but he thought to himself that if this person was really from a certain tribe in the forest, it would definitely be a good thing for him at present, but thinking about it, he found that how to communicate with the deer-headed man in front of him was a problem.

The deer-headed man watched Bimoyer's every move while applying herbs, and when he had done so, he stepped forward to remove the hook from the neck of the boar, which had bled to death, and hung it back on the chain around his waist.

Bimoye found that the chains around the buckhead's waist were hung with hooks at one end and blades as thin as silver leaves on the other, and although the workmanship was a little rougher, the weapon itself was very ingenious and delicate, not like a simple tribe could make.

The deer-headed man fastened the hook to the chain, then chained the dead boar, and seemed to be dragging it back like this. He looked at Bimoyer again, and gestured to the north, and said a few more words that he did not understand.

I didn't understand the words, but the meaning was better than Moyer, and he meant that the place where he lived was over there. Bimoyer nodded and said he wanted to go with him, and went with him.

When I arrived at the place, it was really a relatively primitive tribal tribe, and there were two totem stone pillars standing in front of the main entrance of the tribe, which were painted with colorful paintings, and the stone pillars were set up with a wooden frame, and a big white bone deer head was nailed to the shelf. In fact, along the way, Bimoyer saw a lot of traces of the tribe, but it was only here that he saw other people.

There are a lot of people in the tribe here, and the scale is also very large, Bimoyer is strange in his heart, he has heard that there are still some primitive tribes on the mainland, but he never thought that he would encounter it, and it is in such a dangerous place as the Warcraft Forest. But on the other hand, maybe it is because of such a dangerous place as the Warcraft Forest that there is a primitive tribe like Zài.

When Bimoye entered the tribal land, he felt that it was a novelty, and the tribesmen were equally curious when they saw Bimoye, and they gathered around one by one and pointed at Bimoye, and said something that he did not understand, which made the timid Wentini very frightened, and hid tightly behind Bimoyer and did not dare to come out.

Bimoye looked at these people, they were all rough furs, and lived in wooden houses and straw houses, but he had heard that in the stories of primitive tribes, those people, whether male or female, were bare-chested and exposed, without any taboos, and had no modern moral concepts, but looking at these people, although they were dressed simply and rudely, they all wore leather skirts and clothes, which did not look like a very primitive tribe. And he noticed that many people in the village wore deer head masks, and that deer bones or deer patterns were hung or painted in front of the wooden huts.

At this moment, the onlookers suddenly dispersed a little, and made way for a figure who seemed to be a tribal leader.

The leader of the tribe wore a large crown of antlers, and did not look very old, about fifty years old. He first spoke a few words with the deer-headed hunter who had brought him in, then looked at Bimoyer and said a few words.

Bimoyer didn't understand it, but then he noticed a few words written on the leather of the tribal leader's clothes.

The evolution of ancient writing to modern writing is a gradual process. One is the integration of multiple civilizations, and the other is the gradual improvement of the written language itself. Although the script on the tribal leader is not a modern script, it is four or five points similar, more knowledgeable than Moyer, and has seen this kind of font from books, which is the mainstream script of the pre-Sacred Garden Continent, the predecessor of modern writing.

Bimoye's heart moved, and he looked at the words on his clothes as if it read 'Hamme...... The deer ...... or something, so he pointed to the pen and asked.

Sure enough, the tribal leader made a few words on the ground. More than half of Moyer can tell the difference. Although the people of this tribe were completely incommunicative with him, their words were derived from the same lineage.

In this way, Bimoye first briefly communicated with the leader of the tribe in writing, and the leader asked about Bimoyer's origin and identity. And Bimoye asked about the current situation and where it was. The two sides can barely see a rough understanding. However, many people in the tribe were surprised that there were other tribes in the outside world. But the chief seemed to know this.

After getting to know each other briefly, the tribesmen, although a little wary of outsiders, were more enthusiastic and surprised. There was no intention of hurting Bimoyer at all, and the leader took Bimoyer to the quiet chief's house to talk.

After a long half-guessing conversation with Guò, Bi Moyer gained a better understanding of the environment. It turned out that this was an ancient tribe that was completely isolated from the world, and the people in the tribe had never left this forest for generations, let alone knew about the outside world, and even many people thought that they were the only humans in this world. However, the chief patriarch knew far more than the average clansman.

The leader told him that once upon a time there was not only one tribe in this forest, but that over time the other tribes had been forcibly conquered by them and merged with them, or had been destroyed by disasters and attacks by wild beasts. The Deer King tribe has relied on this ancient forest, and has survived safely until now with the protection of hundreds of thousands of years of tree spirits and tree demons in the forest.

Bimoyer listened, although he didn't understand how they used the forest spirit dryads to protect themselves, but when they thought that they themselves lived in such an environment, they naturally had their own wisdom and methods to make the original threat their own barrier. It's like a man can domesticate a dog and make it use for himself.

The chieftain, the patriarch, erased the words on the ground and continued to write on a branch, which roughly meant: "I am surprised that people from the outside world can come here, and it has been a long, long time since anyone from the outside world has come." ”

Bimoyer curiously wrote, "Have people from the outside world ever been here before?"

The chief patriarch said, "I don't know, I haven't seen it." Just listen to the stories that have been handed down by the ancestors of the ancestors, these stories are very long, and there are many, many of them, and the rest of the tribe does not know them, and only each chief can inherit these stories. ”

For the next few days, Bimoyer stayed in the tribe to recuperate and listen to the tribal chief's stories. This patriarch seems to have a lot to say because he saw outsiders for the first time, so in addition to eating and sleeping all day long, he dragged Bimoye to talk in his chief's house. It's just that this kind of writing and conversation is very slow, and I haven't finished two stories for a few days. But the point is that Bimoyer figured out the real birth of this tribe, or this tribal culture.

This tribal culture was probably born like this, probably a long time ago, when they still lived in this big forest, and at that time they didn't know anything, they didn't know how to write, and they couldn't make the weapons they use today. And then one day there came many, many people from the outside world, and those people stayed here for a long, long time, and built many, many things here, and at the same time taught them to use words, and taught them how to make and use tools. At that time, there were many different tribes in the forest, and after those outsiders taught them a lot of things, they hoped that the people of each tribe would take care of all kinds of buildings built in the forest for them, including temples, shrines, miracles, and so on. The leader of the tribe agreed to outsiders out of gratitude, and at that time, the Deer King tribe was assigned to guard a miracle. But with the passage of time, after several generations of inheritance, the people of each tribe have gradually become indifferent to the mission they undertook, and they began to compete with each other for conquest, and over time, the rise and fall of each tribe has long been forgotten, and the things to be guarded have long been forgotten, including the miracles to be guarded by the Deer King tribe have also been lost with the relocation and various reasons.

After listening to Bimoye, the patriarch told these stories too much like stories and legends, and he couldn't tell whether they were true or half-true, but these things he heard in his ears and remembered them in his heart, but they were not his most important things at the moment. His most urgent need now was to find a way out of this forest and join his companions.

When the tribal patriarch learned that he was in a hurry to leave, he told him the secret of the forest. It turns out that there are many kinds of tree spirits hidden in the forest, among which there is a tree charm with pink-purple flowers, and its scattered buds can exude a colorless and odorless smell, and those who smell it will lose the accuracy of judging the direction without knowing it. The person walking seems to be walking in the right direction, but after walking far and for a long time, you will slowly lose the direction, and it is likely that you will walk towards a mountain again during the day, and at night you will find that you have not reached the bottom of the mountain, but deviated from the direction. To solve this problem, they need to rub the forehead and eyelids with the juice of a special herb made by their tribe, and then paint the totem of the deer king with the sacred blood of the deer.

Bimoye thought to himself that totem or something was probably a tribal custom, and now he was in a hurry to find the way to leave, so he gladly accepted it.

The tribesmen did not embarrass him, and gave him some food before leaving. There was nothing to give back to Moyer, so he had to give the patriarch a magic ring on his finger as a token of appreciation, which made the patriarch very happy, obviously he had never seen such a precious treasure.

...... (To be continued......)