Zhang Yu didn't know what Zhan Zhitong's language level was, but in his opinion, every time he hid in the room and listened to his lectures, his breathing and breathing were very comfortable, which showed that he listened very easily, so his ability should not be weak.

But even if he understands the language and culture of the Strongclaw tribe, even to the same level as him, it would be too much to take it for granted to think that communicating with language can solve all problems.

As Zhu Anshi said that day, it is just a few words of dialogue, and it does not explain everything.

The Solid Stone Tribe is not the natives who have been attached to the capital for hundreds of years and have been polished away from the wildness, these people are a group of real barbarians who have come out of the jungle of the jungle, full of the most primitive worship of violence by humans.

The alien god they worshipped was called "Toloti", which means "torn throat", which represents slaughter, and can be described as full of blood.

In the face of them, you can't communicate with words alone, and you need something tougher.

Zhan Zhitong's fault lies in the fact that he is the intermediary between the two forces, but he does not have any force of his own.

The way of thinking of these barbarians is very different from that of the Metropolitan Protectorate, and in the Strongclaw tribe, most of the people who are truly in power have strong military force and strong physique.

Therefore, in their opinion, even if Zhan Zhitong was sent by the Metropolitan Protectorate, because he was not strong enough, what he said did not show any weight.

On the contrary, some people from the Claw tribe may also use Zhan Zhitong's "force" to measure the Duhufu, thus coming to a ridiculous conclusion, after all, in the eyes of the barbarians, he is the "high-level" of the Duhufu

Of course, it was the priests and the Great Chiefs who really decided the movements of the Strongclaw Tribe, and they wouldn't be so stupid. Therefore, Zhang Yu believes that the northward movement of this tribe is likely to be a temptation.

Just like the strange monsters in the wasteland, before encountering unknown prey, they always have to test several times, and after determining the level of threat to themselves, they will decide whether to go up and bite or hide and retreat.

Of course, it is not excluded that there is another possibility, that is, there may be people with bad intentions behind the Strongclaw Tribe.

He had some experience dealing with the people of the Claw Tribe, but if these people existed, then he had to be careful.

After summoning all the manpower in Xiaoshan Town, Zhang Yu turned on his horse and braved the heavy rain to go in the direction of the Dan River.

At this time, he was followed by more than twenty people, including Su Zhu sent by the Xuanfu and the two disciples he brought, six people sent by the Xuegong to assist him, and the rest were militia guards provided by Xiaoshan Town.

Among the people in the Academy, there is a teacher surnamed Wu with the highest status, and he is specifically responsible for written records.

Although he couldn't understand the language of the Jianclaw tribe, he could send back what Zhang Yu had spoken and translated, which was not only convenient for the school palace and the capital hall to understand the situation, but also a corroboration of the merits of the judges.

In fact, Zhan Zhitong also had such a person by his side, but he was also detained, and the people who visited him later failed to come out, if it weren't for this, Xuegong's understanding of the later things would not be so vague and passive.

After seven or eight summer trips, they came to the town of Muxi, which is located in the middle reaches of the Dan River, and showed the envoy amulet, asking the town to arrange a boat to send them downstream.

The town did not dare to slack off, and immediately transferred the boats, and they boarded the ships in the middle of the night, and then sailed down the river in the wind, and arrived at Guangyao Town near dawn.

Located at the northern end of the open plains of the Imperial Palace, this town is also the largest town in this wasteland, with a population of about 12,000 people.

The mayor heard that another envoy from the Duhu Mansion had arrived, so he hurriedly went out to greet him, but seeing that there were not many people accompanying Zhang Yu, and there was no guard of honor, he couldn't help but have many doubts. But when he saw Zhang Yu's appearance, the doubts in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he immediately beckoned him in, and ordered someone to prepare hot tea, hot soup and all kinds of food.

After Zhang Yu spoke with him, he learned that many outposts of the Strongclaw Tribe had already appeared here.

Although Guangyao Town has a considerable number of firecrackers and artillery, which is enough to deal with the ordinary small tribes on the open plain, it is definitely unable to stop the Claw tribe with a huge sacrificial group, not to mention, this tribe also has the existence of other gods.

Zhang Yu didn't stop to rest here, he held an umbrella and came directly to the top of the city, at this time, the cloak on his chest moved, and a small head poked out from the inside, looking curiously left and right.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, although this little ocelot had no combat power, but it was very sensitive to danger, so this time he also brought it with him.

Su Zhu, who had been following him since he set off, just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. As he himself said, this trip is only to support Zhang Yu, and he will not pay attention to the rest.

Zhang Yu was looking ahead at this time, and with his extraordinary eyesight, he quickly recognized that about a few miles away, there were several barbarians hiding under a wooden shed, and they were also looking at this place, and pointed at the city wall, and from time to time whispered something.

Judging from the dress, it is certain that one of them is a sentry of the Hardclaw Tribe, and the rest should be the indigenous barbarians who originally lived in the wasteland.

Originally, although there were tens of thousands of barbarians in these wastelands, because they came from different tribes and had been attacking each other, they had been scattered for a long time, but what Xuegong and Dutang were most worried about was that after the arrival of the Solid Claw Tribe, it would be a big trouble to integrate them.

Wu Shijiao came over at this time, he also looked ahead, only to feel that it was pitch black, coupled with the heavy rain, he couldn't see anything, so he said, "Zhang Jiejiao, shall we go there again at dawn?"

Zhang Yudao: "You don't have to wait for dawn, when the town arranges the horses, we will set off immediately." ”

Wu Shijiao asked: "Envoy, dare to ask why you chose this time?"

Zhang Yudao: "A little later, it is the time when the Strongclaw tribe worships the god of dawn, in order to welcome the arrival of the god of dawn, at this time, not only will they not refuse anyone to visit, but they will also treat the guests who come to the door as VIPs, thinking that they will bring luck to themselves." ”

Wu Shijiao showed admiration and said, "The envoy is really knowledgeable, the Academy Palace should have sent you here a long time ago." ”

Zhang Yu didn't take this sentence to heart, he said: "Master Wu, please go and call everyone over, I have something to say." ”

As soon as Master Wu gave up, he went down.

After a while, all those who had followed the place, including the militia and the assistants, arrived at the top of the city.

Zhang Yu turned around and looked at everyone: "I'll say a few words, I'm going to go to the Solid Claw Tribe in a while, whether it's halfway or to the tribe, no one can mention the topic of the Metropolitan Protectorate, try to minimize private conversations, if there is anything to ask me directly, if you encounter danger, just crouch on the ground, with your hands on your shoulders, under normal circumstances, as long as you make this action, you won't be hurt greatly." ”

Master Wu taught: "Envoy, can I ask why you can't mention the Metropolitan Protectorate?"

Zhang Yudao: "Because the Claw Tribe has a foreign god, when listening to mortals, they are not bound by the language of the mortal world, and this move is to prevent you from revealing the current truth of the Protectorate. ”

Wu Shijiao was taken aback and said, "Did Envoy Zhan know about this before, and did those students of Envoy Zhang know about it?"

Zhang Yu said lightly: "I deliberately said this when I was teaching students, as for the envoy of Zhan Jie, he claimed to have communicated with the people of the Strongclaw tribe, and I think he should also know about it." ”

After giving the explanation, without further delay, he led everyone down the wall, and then rode on the horses prepared for them, and walked through the hole in the gate that had been pushed open.

The mayor stood at the head of the city, silently watching the group brave the rain and fog and march towards the night that was so thick that it could not be resolved, and secretly wished them a smooth journey.

In the hut, the sentry of the Strongclaw tribe quickly noticed the sound of horses' hooves, and when he noticed that there were not a small number of people, he immediately took out a shiny object and shook it behind him.

Soon, one shining point of light after another passed down.

More than thirty miles away, there was a camp of 1,000 people of the Strongclaw Tribe, and after they saw the point of light, many people immediately put down their sacrificial objects and prepared for battle.

After waiting for a short time, they heard the rumbling hooves of horses, and then saw a group of people break through the night rain and appear outside the camp. And the man who rode the horse at the front, suddenly a burst of brilliant light rose up from his body, illuminating the rainy night and his entourage, and a large amount of rain fell, but slipped down from the light flowing beside him, and the whole person was shrouded in a hazy light.

The barbarians let out a series of strange exclamations, and their eyes showed awe.

When Wu Shijiao heard the voice, he couldn't help but say, "Envoy, what are they talking about, I seem to hear them saying 'Tianxia'?"

"You heard you right. ”

Zhang Yu looked at the humble indigenous camp in front of him and said lightly: "Are they talking...... The gods of Tianxia. ”

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