The Strongclaw Tribe had no contact with the Metropolitan Protectorate, but in the battle sixty years ago, the Ancient Kingdom of the Blood Sun, which had been revived under the turbidity tide, was buried by the Eastern Court Protectorate.

The impact of this war was so far-reaching that not only did it change the pattern of the Metropolitan Protectorate, but also the indigenous tribes of northern Ansan.

Therefore, even the barbarians, who were deep inland and had never been to the west of Ansan, had heard of the word "Tianxia".

After Xuan Xiu mastered the "heart light", because of that layer of almost divine light, as well as the kind of abilities that mortals can't achieve, in the eyes of the natives, they have always been equivalent to gods.

However, the spiritual light of the cultivators is different from those colorful spiritual brilliance, and it has a unique and pure light, which also makes it easy for the natives to distinguish them from other gods.

Zhang Yuce immediately stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand at the barbarians near the fence, and then put it down again, which meant to express friendship.

When the native guards who were guarding the front saw this, they immediately lowered their guard and bent down one by one to show him awe and welcome.

Zhang Yu did not enter the camp, but said something in front of the door that sounded strange and complicated to Wu Shijiao and others.

After a while, an old priest with a wrinkled face came out, wearing a feather crown on his head, a cowhide coat, and a bone spear with feathers and leaf belts in his hand.

Zhang Yu rode on the horse and had a few words of conversation with the others, the old priest was very polite and respectful to him, nodded again and again, and cautiously glanced at Su Zhu, who had been following Zhang Yu, and then shouted into the camp.

When he was young, a tall warrior-like figure walked over, he patted his chest, and pointed in a certain direction, it was obvious that this was a signal for Zhang Yu and the others to follow him.

Wu Shijiao rushed up and said, "Envoy, where are you going now?"

Zhang Yudao: "Go to the base camp set up by the Jianclaw tribe on the open plain. ”

Wu Shijiao asked, "Envoy, can we meet the Great Chief smoothly?"

Judging from the news that Zhan Zhi came back from before, it was not so easy to meet the Great Chief. Now that these barbarians are so close to Guangyao Town, he is very worried about the outbreak of conflict between the two sides. Once the war starts, it's hard to stop.

Zhang Yu didn't answer, Zhan Zhitong couldn't see the big chief, because he didn't have any force himself, and the Solid Claw tribe wouldn't really treat him as an equal, and he was already able to communicate smoothly before.

And this time, as soon as he came up, he showed that he had extraordinary strength, and he still came before dawn, according to the tradition of the Strongclaw tribe, everyone who came at this time was considered a distinguished guest. If the Great Chieftain of the Strongclaw tribe refuses to see them like this, then someone is deliberately obstructing this matter, and then it is necessary to be vigilant.

Under the guidance of the tall clawed warrior, the group walked south, and now the rain had stopped, and the sky was gradually brightening, but the sky was still occupied by heavy clouds of lead gray, and the mud was sparse and muddy everywhere at the feet.

The warrior of the Claw tribe was unaware, as if he had long been accustomed to such things, and walked in front of him with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his speed was not slow at all.

Wu Shijiao found that until now, he had not seen any horses ridden by the people of the Strongclaw Tribe, and there were so many wild horses on the open plain, it was not difficult to find some, maybe he had not yet mastered the method of taming horses?

After walking like this for almost an hour, the warrior stopped, pointed ahead, and shouted something in a loud voice.

Wu Shijiao did not sleep all night, and walked on horseback for most of the day, at this moment he was also drowsy, heard the shouting, and looked at it with all his strength, and saw that in front of him was a simple fence made of stones that could be found everywhere in the wasteland, about the height of the chest, with a banner made of fur on it, and many barbarians stood behind the stone barrier, and a bone spear rested diagonally on it.

The scope of the entire camp is relatively large, enough to accommodate seven or eight thousand people, and there is no such thing as a watchtower and watchtower.

And in the middle of the barracks, there was a huge hut made of wood and earth, covering a large area, covered with feathers of unknown things, dragged down in wisps, looking savage and showy.

There are more than a dozen wooden sheds next to the huts, and on the outside, there are thousands of tents, large and small.

At this time, he noticed that in the clearing not far away, there were two strange monsters as tall as a hill, like wolves and apes, who were sitting there at the moment devouring flesh and blood of unknown things, and he saw that a barbarian who had given meat was also caught together, kneaded together two or three times, and stuffed it into his mouth, and felt a feeling of nausea in his chest.

Zhang Yudao: "This is the 'meerkat 'meerkat 'mongoose', a spiritual creature that usually only lives west of Anshan, you should be careful not to get too close, this thing is not recognized by anyone except its owner." ”

Wu Shijiao nodded hurriedly, and took care of the people behind him a few times.

The warrior went up and negotiated with the defenders for a while, and then beckoned to them.

Zhang Yu drove forward immediately, and the group followed him into the camp.

When he arrived at the camp, Wu Shijiao carefully observed the surroundings, but to his surprise, those barbarian eating and drinking dung in the wasteland were never particular, and then this Hardclaw tribe was not like this, he saw that the ditch and excrement pit were specially dug, and it was covered with a cover, but there was still a lot of peculiar smell remaining.

At this time, he suddenly found that the barbarians in the camp were surrounding them one by one when they saw them entering, and some of them were even on the way forward, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

Zhang Yu turned a blind eye and rode his horse to the earthen fortress in the center. And the barbarians, who had been huddled together, watched his horses come over, and they all parted automatically, but did not disperse, but stood on both sides and watched them.

Wu Shijiao also followed closely, he looked at so many barbarians with a barbaric aura up and down his body at close range, and he was also a little frightened, and his hand under the cloak tightly held his saber.

When he came, he also blamed Zhan Zhitong for not doing good things, but at this time, he found that when he really came to this environment, it would be good to be able to communicate with these barbarians freely, Zhan Zhitong not only stayed for more than a month, but also took the initiative to try to contact the big chief, which was quite bold.

At this time, a middle-aged priest came out, pushed away the barbarians around him, came to the front, bent down, and then said something to Zhang Yu,

Zhang Yu nodded to him, and the priest led them to an open field, where he took a pole and thrust it into the ground, bowed to him again, said a short word, and left.

Master Wu taught, "What does this mean?"

Zhang Yu is now accustomed to feeling emotions with the heart lake, and when he came over, he felt a lot of breath shining in, but most of the breath was filled with the simplest desires and emotions of human nature, and he only kept calm and rational.

However, there are also some of them who seem to be out of step with the tribe and are even strongly hostile to them.

He looked around and said, "Master Wu, you can arrange for people to set up tents here first, and after tonight, there will be results." ”

At this moment, in a tent also in the camp, two barbarians wearing colorful clothes and with a distinctive hooked nose on their faces sat there, with a small red blood stain on the center of their eyebrows, looking like a bird with wings ready to fly.

The man sitting on the left spoke, "I didn't expect the people of the Eastern Court to send their Divine Descendants as emissaries this time, and the position of 'Ekuru' is not very firm. ”

The other man wore a black mask on his face, and his voice was strangely trilled and hoarse, "Can't let them talk." Only a war in the southern part of the country could make the Eastern court people withdraw their troops from the north. ”

"What are you going to do?"

The masked man looked cold, took out a knife, and thrust it into the stake beside him, "What do you think will happen if this godborn has an accident in the camp of 'Akuru'?"

"Good idea, but 'Tolotti' hasn't made up his mind yet, and near his altar, we can't hide it from him. ”

"We can offer enough sacrifices to the 'Toloti' so that he doesn't interfere in this matter. ”

The man on the left thought for a moment and said, "It's just that we don't bring many people, can we deal with a god descendant of the Eastern Court?"

The man wearing the mask was very confident and said, "I have already seen it, his spirituality is not very strong, this time we brought three blood feather warriors who have drunk the blood of the gods, which is enough to deal with him!"

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