Banished to Another World

Chapter 257: Ready for War and meet the enemy head on!

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan left silently and the Salt Mountain Tribesmen's tent sank into silence for quite a while.

Qing Lu looked at Qing Ze, who was kneeling on the ground, the warriors' leader did not know what to say, not to mention what to do with him. If Qing Ze himself had not acknowledged what he had done with that expression and action, he would not have believed that Qing Ze, the elder, would have betrayed the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

Qing Ze is a good man. He always takes good care of people. Many young warriors like him and respect him. If not, Hei Qi would not trust him so much.

Qing Lu sighed and did not speak. Qing Ze suddenly stood up and went out of the tent without a word.

When the others looked at him together, Qing Lu went to block his way: "Elder Qing Ze, where are you going?"

Qing Ze wiped his face and smiled sadly at Qing Lu. "I didn't want to betray The Salt Mountain Tribesmen, and I wanted us all to leave The Moer-Gan. Do you believe me in that?"

Qing Lu sank for a moment and nodded, "I believe it."

"I just don't so any people to die. We don't know the Jiu Yuan at all. How do we know that the Jiu Yuan is not the same as the Moer-Gan? And the Jiu Yuan is so far away. How many people can reach the Jiu Yuan with all the dangers along the way? Most importantly, they have such good salt that they don't need us at all. Why should they help us? And even promise to our chief and priest to be the elders in Jiu Yuan?”

Compared with the Jiu Yuan whose purpose is unknown, he prefers to grasp what can be grasped in front of him. Qing Ze did not think he had done wrong before he came back, but now...

Qing Lu was surprised, too. He asked Hei Qi, "What made you think of going to the Jiu Yuan for help?" Those big tribes are hard to talk to. Where does Hei Qi courage come from courage and self-confidence to talk to one of them?

Hei Qi could only give his reasons when he was asked: "The Chief of the Jiu Yuan, that is, the blood warrior who just came here was one of the Yuan Ji Tribe, and I saw that several of them were the Yuan Ji Tribe."

"Yuan Ji?" Qing Lu was even more surprised. "How did Yuan Ji become Jiu Yuan? Did Jiu Yuan take over all the tribes on that land? But I remember that their chief was Zhang, and this chief had no tattoos on his face."

Hei Qi repeated what he knew.

People have seen each other. People who have been to Jiu Yuan think of the dry river that they live nearby, and then think of the greedy Zhi people. They also understand why Jiu Yuan migrated all the new tribes to new places.

"Just because of that?" They know Jiu Yuan, but they don't have much friendship.

Hei Qi wiped his lips.

"Hei Qi, do you know any of them? I think you've been peeping at their young priest." A young man opened his mouth.

Everyone looked at him, and Hei Qi had to say what he thought was a fantasy guess: "I saw their priest, the teenager... He looks like my brother Hei Jiao."

Everyone expression: dumbfounded.

"Is that impossible? How could your brother become a priest? I heard that his name was Yan Mo, not Hei Jiao, and he was not only the priest of a large tribe, but also a bone sculpting master, which was rare even in The Three Cities!” Qing Lu kept shaking his head.

Hei Qi whispered, "I think he knows me too. He doesn't look at me like a stranger, and even if he's not my brother, he said he owed a favor to the Salt Mountain Tribesman and he promised to help his family. He didn't come to us before, but I went to them and he gave the promise to that tribesman family, then... Am I the Salt Mountain Tribesman family he's talking about? Is that the person he knows...?”

Hei Qi is smart and brave, which all the Salt Mountain Tribesmen admit.

When Qing Lu heard this, he began to feel that Hei Qi's guess was not entirely a fantasy. They also heard the young priest admit that he owed a debt to the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

"Now whether the young priest is related to Hei Jiao or not, even if he is really Hei Jiao..." Qing Lu laughed at himself, "Or did he know Hei Jiao, who would promised to help us. Haven't we been to other big tribes before, but they don't just want our ability to find salt and make salt? And I don't want to offend The Moer-Gan, just promise to accept part of our Tribesmen."

"You mean?"

"Hei Qi, you immediately take all the Tribesmen in the market. Don't bring any other slaves except the slaves you trust most. Take a piece of salt with each one. Now go to the river to find the Jiu Yuan People. Quick!"

"The Moer-Gan People will see that so many of us go to the river." Hei Qi frowned and added, "Let's go in batches, Qing Lu. You take all the warriors away and carry the salt basket on your back. When someone asks, they say they are sending salt to the Jiu Yuan People. If the Moer-Gan People asks, you say that the Jiu Yuan People seems to have a way to turn these crude salt blocks into fine salt. Here, Uncle Qing Ze and I will stay with slaves. So the Moer-Gan People would not be too suspicious."

Qing Lu disagrees. Everyone knows that the people left behind are almost as likely to die. As soon as the Jiu Yuan People by the river sets off, the Salt Mountain Tribesmen in the market will surely be arrested.

"We can't leave like this." Qing Ze raised his head.

Others disapproved of him. Qing Lu was angry. "Elder Qing Ze, it's time. Do you want to stay in The Moer-Gan?"

"I don't want to stay. I mean we can't just run away without reason. If we leave like this, then the Moer-Gan will have reason to say that we are betrayers, and the Jiu Yuan will become a despied tribe in their mouths. They will have reason to let other friendly tribes help them fight against the Jiu Yuan, and the advantage is red salt."

The Elder is the Elder. Maybe he'll be confused for a while, but as long as he wakes up and sets goals, the acc.u.mulated insights over the years will make him see things deeper than young people.

"You can't let the other Jiu Yuan peoples complain about you and say that the Salt Mountain Tribesmen gave the Moer-Gan tribes a reason to attack them."

Qing Ze suddenly sneered and said to himself, "What's the reason for the Moer-Gan to ask for such a big bargain? They deceived me, I will meet them have a taste of deceiving...

"Elder Qing Ze?" Qing Lu and Hei Qi and others looked at him.

Qing Ze wiped away the overflowing tears and asked calmly, "Would you like to believe me again for the last time?"

"Elder!"

"The rest, as you said before, I know which of the slaves are The Moer-Gan spies and who want to leave us. I will take these slaves with me. Don't rush to go, just do everything as usual. Eat your evening meal and eat your fill. I will see you go, and then you go."

"Uncle Qing Ze, what are you going to do?"

Qing Ze showed a gentle smile and finally patted Hei Qi on the arm and slowly walked out of the tent.

No one stopped him this time.

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan rushed to the river, and the first thing they did was to feed everyone.

Yan Mo is fierce, except for a few that he likes very much himself. He has distributed all the fur he acc.u.mulated in the market and in the past, so that everyone can have at least one piece of leather to warm up.

He also handed out a lot of bone needles and fine linen, simply taught several people how to sew, and then let those people teach others.

Fortunately, only a few of these 1,500 people are savage tribes, and other people have the same level of common sense as Jiu Yuan.

The slaves were very happy. Some were busy making dinner and others were busy sewing the tanned leather with needles and thread.

As soon as Yuan Zhan came, he summoned the leaders of the slaves and waited for Yan Mo to send fur and needles, and he told the story.

The leader of the slave had a heavy face, but he did not speak.

War slaves, war slaves, they exist to fight.

From the first day of training, the slaves kept them in mind repeatedly that if they were bought by their masters, they would work hard for their masters. If they could not fight and kill for their masters, then they would have no meaning to exist.

Day after day, although not everyone is brainwashed like this, they all know their ident.i.ty and the purpose of the Jiu Yuan buying them.

Now the Jiu Yuan People are willing to send some weapons to them, give each of them a leather skirt, and let them eat as much as possible, instead of letting them fight with the enemy barefoot and hungry belly, they are satisfied.

Yuan Zhan scanned these people and was satisfied with the performance of these slave leaders.

The newly bought slaves, of course, are not loyal. Yuan Zhan only asks them to obey.

Yan Mo came over and said, "Wait, don't go first. I have something for you."

Well, everyone looked at Yan Mo together.

Yan Mo is now used to being seen, but he can't help pulling the corner of his mouth when he is stared at by so many tall, mostly naked, muscular men.

"DHe, Shen-Gu, Ding Ning, Ding Fei, come here."

Apart from Ding Fei and Dda, who were already following Yan Mo, the other three were busy until Yuan Zhan called them in just now, when they heard Yan Mo calling them to take a step forward together.

Yan Mo pulled four bone knives out of his pocket.

If the Earth Cliff and other tribes see it here, they must ask Yan Mo: Didn't you say that you have very few bone objects?

Yan Mo casually handed them a bone knife. "It's not well made. These were made by me when I was practicing. You'll make use of it first, and then I'll change it for you for a better one later."

DHe looked sideways. Come on? Priest DRen, you have exchanged so many things with these makeshift weapons. Be careful if its to be known and they use them to come to your door! With that in mind, the hand quickly took the makeshift bone knife into its hand.

Ding Ning and Ding Fei are pure joy. They can't stop touching and comparing when they take the bone knife.

Shen-Gu knows it's a weapon. He doesn't know what it's made of. He looked down and touches it on the edge.

Very sharp!

Dda stares. Where's mine?

"These are not poisoned, but ordinary bone knife, they have only two advantages, strong and sharp. Well, it's much sharper than a stone knife, and it's not easy to break.” Yan Mo did not elaborate on the fact that these people had not used metal weapons because those are sharper and better.

Seeing other slave leaders looking at this admiringly, Yan Mo smiled and pulled out a pile of daggers. "It's a long way to go. It's impossible to go without weapons. Come and get one, too. But there are only eleven bone daggers. If you don't get of them, let Chief DRen make stone knives for you.

The wariors selected by Yuan Zhan and Shan Gu ranged from high-ranking to low-ranking, with a total of 20.

Yan Mo saw them hesitate and he handed the bone dagger to Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan gave them directly according to their rank, and the lower rank can only wait for his temporary stone knife.

Dda kept staring, where the h.e.l.l is mine?!

The war slave leader got the weapon, and at Yuan Zhan's command, he left to take all the war slaves to fill his stomach.

DHe feared that these people did not know how precious these bone daggers were. He followed them to publicize them and highlighted how much the majority of the people, such as the Huang Jing, had paid for a bone weapon.

The war slave leaders listened to his explanation and looked at the bone dagger in their hands. They felt different immediately.

Yan Mo heard a faint ear and laughed. People from the tribes of the Huang Jing and the Earth Cliff are not fools. How can they pay so much for a common bone weapon, of course, because the bone weapons are also cla.s.sified?

The bone dagger he gave to the war slave leaders were his first hand-training product, which was of lower grade and used ordinary refining materials.

The bone knife for DHe and others is better, but it's really just a coincidence.

The bone dagger that was once given to Bai Li is a weapon of the same rank as the bone dagger that he traded to the four tribes. It is also quite satisfactory among the weapons he is currently making.

The Ink-Murder is his most satisfying but unexpected product.

Yan Mo did not know at this time that he had given bone daggers to slave leaders who thought they were just treated better than garbage. It was absolutely impossible to have bone weapons given to slaves in The Three Cities. Even warriors below 5th Rank were not allowed to wear and use bony weapons made by Bone sculpting master.

Historical fault, the loss of civilization, the Bone sculpting master of The Three Cities are still exploring.

Yan Mo, who inherited the complete inheritance of the Bone Sculpting People, knows that the inheritance of the Bone Sculpting People are very valuable, but he has not actually understood how precious the inheritance is.

He didn't even know what kind of wave his bone knife, which he traded to The Huang Jing Tribe, would make when it falls into the eyes of The Three Cities in the future.

These are the last words, but not for the moment.

Yan Mo thought of the Ink-Murder, he looked at Yuan Zhan, took out the Ink-Murder and handed it to him in a slightly solemn way. "First, you can use it and be careful. The sheath is not ready yet. I just wrapped it up with the snake's molt and tied it with a rope. When you use it, unwrap it. When you finish using it, remember to wrap it up. The edge is non-toxic, but it has some strange characteristics, [cough].”

Yan Mo did not say that when he was making the bone knife, he put some of his own blood into it. The Fruit of Witchcraft had a greedy mouth, and it secretly stretched out a branch to lick his blood. He was not strict with it at that time, but he caught one of the vine when it came out.

This thing is nested in his body every day, and it also go after even the little blood he bled. He doesn't know how to say it!

As a punishment, he ordered The Fruit of Witchcraft to leave him a branch to cut off. Curious, he added the vine to The Ink-Murder's refining material.

Then the Ink-Murder was refined. When he tested its sharpness, firmness and flexibility, he found that it had a very special characteristic.

"The Ink-Murder sucks blood. If you use it, even if you cut a little skin, it can suck away a lot of blood from that organism in an instant." Yan Mo said with difficulty: "Basically, you can understand that even if you don't hit the nail on the head, it can kill with a single scratch."

Yan Mo really didn't want to give the vampire knife to Yuan Zhan if they weren't in a critical situation. He made the knife. If Yuan Zhan kills too many creatures with it in the future, it goes without saying that the bully nature of The Guide will certainly make a difference to him.

"I named it The Ink-Murder. Besides its dark green body, I hope you can use it as little as possible." Ink-Murder, don't kill, don't kill if you don't have to.

Yuan Zhan took the Ink-Murder like great treasure. He looked at the Ink-Murder like Yan Mo, who had lost all his sight. He almost rubbed his face against it. Men are instinctively obsessed with weapons.

"Besides, I think the knife can grow back on its own."

"Really?"

Yan Mo pulled Yuan Zhan aside and whispered, "It will suck blood, which seems to increase its toughness, flexibility and sharpness. Of course, the amount of blood will also increase with time. I would like to wait for my ability to refine bone in the future, and try to refine it into bone treasure, and set it with crystal to see if I can make it a spiritually controlled flying knife, but now I hesitate.”

"Don't hesitate! I can control it.” Yuan Zhan wished that the Ink-Murder could fly now, so that he would never be afraid to kill the winged ones again!

I'll let you fly over my head and kill all of them! Someone with a hideous fierce face, holding The Ink-Murder, was very happy to imagine the future of his killing the fools and birdmen.

"Are you sure?"

"yeah."

Yan Mo doesn't know if he should believe this guy. He's a ferocious animal and paired with a bloodthirsty The Ink-Murder. G.o.d knows what this pair can do!

Yuan Zhan suddenly saw a hand reaching out to The Ink-Murder in his hand.

Who is this? So bold?

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan looked at the owner of the hand.

When Dda saw the two men staring at him, he immediately yelled at Yan Mo, "Aou!"

Yan Mo understood, Dda is howling: I want one too!

Yan Mo's face twitches and he really doesn't know how polite he is.

"Oh!" Give it to me!

"No. Wait a minute."

"Aou..." Dda is wilting and unhappy.

Yan Mo could not help rubbing his head. Dda was much taller than him, and his posture looked a little strange.

But Dda was instantly rea.s.sured, it stared and kept whining.

Yuan Zhan saw that the big furry fellow was not pleasant and wanted to kick him into the river with one foot.

Yan Mo did not notice Yuan Zhan's mood. After appeasing Dda, he looked at his right palm and searched the map from The Moer-Gan to The Jiu Yuan through a guide. He wanted to find the shortest, safest and best way back.

While others were eating, Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo were too busy going over the plans

Yan Mo studied the route, and by this time he had not taken into account the Sc.u.m VALUE added by the painful exchange of maps and routes. As for punishment, let's talk about it later.

Yuan Zhan, with a group of war slaves, searched along the river for rocks suitable for weapons. When he found them, he immediately split the rocks on the spot and turned them into rough stone weapons with sharp edges. The slaves then picked up the weapons and distributed them.

Dda pestered Yuan Zhan and whined for half a while. Yuan Zhan got bored with him, kicked his feet and made him a big, heavy stone axe.

Dda, carried the huge stone axe, happily ran back to Yan Mo and grabbed Ding Fei's roast meat.

More than half an hour later, Yuan Zhan saw that everyone had eaten almost the same food. Yan Mo seemed to have studied something. He immediately ordered, "Everyone should pack up immediately, women and children are in the middle, warriors are in front and behind, in formation!"

Shen-Gu and Ding Ning immediately issued orders. There were also about 300 non-war slaves, who did not have a fixed leader. Yan Mo let Ding Ning manage them temporarily.

The slaves had nothing to drag on but their fur and their weapons, and gathered quickly.

Under orders from one level to another, a team of 1,500 people moved quickly and soon formed a relatively long formation.

Seeing that the team had been lined up, the Moer-Gan spy, who had been watching them secretly, rushed back to the Moer-Gan to report by that time the sun had fallen to the top of the nearest mountain on the other side of the river.

Yan Mo frowned. Are the Salt Mountain Tribesmen not coming? Forget it, they can't come unless they want to come. If they don't he will ask Jiu Feng or Yuan Zhan to save Hei Qi alone later.

"Mo DRen!" When a gust of wind came, Meng stopped and opened his mouth and said, "The Salt Mountain Tribesmen are in trouble! The Qing Ze was injured by The Moer-Gan People! The Salt Mountain Tribesmen are running this way! "

Yan Mo hasn't responded yet, Yuan Zhan has roared: "All warriors listen! Stay away from the riverbank and run to the highlands! Warriors with weapons stand in line! Come with me and prepare to fight!