Meow Ba

Chapter 438 Alimu Tribe

"Woohoo~"

The new old man was obviously very prestigious, and with a simple shout, all the men put down their spears.

Afterwards, he laughed heartily, stepped forward quickly, and hugged the skinny old man in middle clothes in the middle of the encirclement.

"Hahahaha~, Ah Cha, it's been 20 years."

"Sure enough, you have returned to the Alimu Tribe as promised."

What came out of his mouth turned out to be fluent Chinese.

"Of course, we Chinese are the ones who keep our promises the most."

The old man in the gray middle suit hugged the old man back, his tiger eyes were full of smiles, and even the three horizontal and one vertical four deep wrinkles on his forehead were stretched a lot.

Twenty years ago, when he was middle-aged, he walked into the Amazon after traveling around the world. Except for a suit of clothes, he did not bring any products of civilized society, just to seek a higher martial arts.

Unexpectedly, the danger of Amazon is far beyond his imagination.

Even if you have practiced the sound of tigers and leopards, and the sound of muscles and bones, you still cannot match the various poisons in the Amazon jungle.

Thanks to the help of the old man Li Mu in front of him - he was only a young man at the time - he was out of danger and survived.

As for this trip.

It was decided 20 years ago.

In addition to coming to meet old friends for a while, he has another thing to do.

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"Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ~"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom~"

The arrival of the old man made the whole Alimu tribe lively - the history is so long that even the name of the tribe was almost lost in the long river of history.

If it weren't for the arrival of the old man 20 years ago, I am afraid that until now, the Alimu tribe deep in the Amazon forest would not have visitors, and would even survive in a more primitive way.

Because 20 years ago, the rescued old man did not leave the tribe immediately after recovering. Instead, he modified the knowledge he knew about hunting and planting to make it more suitable for the needs of life in the Amazon jungle. Gave Limu.

Among them are the drums and drinks that immerse the entire tribe at the moment.

"Come on, try it."

"There is no way to grow food in the jungle, so cassava can only be used to make wine."

"But the taste is not bad."

Pour a full glass of cassava wine to his friend, and Li Mugao raises his glass.

Immediately, the drums stopped, the dancing stopped, and all the tribe members turned their attention to the elders of the tribe.

"Today is the day when the tide rises in the Amazon and piranhas are born."

"I'm also a good friend of the Alimu Tribe, keep my promise and come back someday."

"Twenty years ago, he taught the Alimu tribe planting, raising, drum making, wine making and dancing."

"20 years later, let us express our gratitude with the most enthusiastic dance and the most sumptuous food!"

"Woohoo! Woohoo!"

Elder Li Mu's words immediately aroused fierce cheers.

Naturally, he speaks the language of the tribe, but when he was recuperating in the tribe 20 years ago, in addition to teaching Limu Chinese, Lao Cha also learned the language of the tribe.

"Thanks to the tribe, thanks to the ancestors."

"Cheer to the warriors, cheers to the kids."

"cheers!"

Picking up the hollowed-out wooden cup, Old Cha raised his head and drank the cassava wine in the cup.

The atmosphere of the party became more intense. Young boys and girls danced happily around the bonfire in the middle, while adult warriors laughed and drank cup after cup, knowing that the moon was on the treetops.

Watching the young man and the girls walk into the bushes hand in hand, Laocha and Limu drank the last cup, and entered the largest wooden house in the entire Alimu tribe, which was also the residence of Limu.

This wooden house was also redesigned and improved by Laocha 20 years ago. The high-footed wooden piles insulate the wet ground and prevent the invasion of poisonous snakes and insects. The lower floor of the wooden house can also confine the captured prey.

The wooden roof is covered with large waterproof leaves, tied together with thin vines.

After sitting down by the fire pit, Elder Limu's face immediately turned serious from the joy of the party.

"Is the time almost up?"

Lowering his eyebrows, Li Mu's voice sank.

"Coming."

"There are three more gaps between the rising and setting of the sun."

Silence burned on the fire in the fire pit until the east began to whiten.

"You go~"

"I will work with the tribe to block it for you."

The animal bone necklace on the neck has been taken off, and it has been rotated and rubbed countless times in Li Mu's palm.

He looked up with a determined smile.

"Thank you, otherwise the tribe would have disappeared 20 years ago."

"If possible, I hope that when the fourth sun rises, I can still see my brother."

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"Roar!"

cross the river!

Acting alone with a cat, and the great migration of millions of wildebeests are two completely different concepts.

When chasing the Komodo dragon, Ron ran more than ten kilometers in half an hour, chasing to a tributary of the Masai Mara River.

But now, after a whole day's journey, it is only a few tens of kilometers to reach the main trunk of the Masai Mara River.

And following Shalabi's growling order, countless wildebeests galloped and jumped into the turbulent river, struggling to swim to the opposite bank.

At the same time, countless Nile crocodiles who had been waiting underwater also started to move.

This is a gluttonous feast twice a year, and some unlucky Nile crocodiles may be able to fill their stomachs twice a year.

However, Ron didn't need to worry about the crocodile attacking him.

As the queen of Swahili and the former orange cat general, Ron is now staying on the elephant in the car of his second sister-in-law Sarabi, and the raging river is only as high as the elephant's belly, and it can't wash the top at all.

Not to mention, all intelligent animals are in the center of the millions of wildebeests during the great migration, and Ron's position is the center of the center.

"roar~"

Wait patiently~
After passing the Masai Mara River, continue to move forward for three days, and it is time to reach the high platform~
The route map of the Great Migration is in the wildebeest's instincts, but the location of the high platform is in Shalabi's mind.

Or rather, in the minds of the Swahili rulers.

This is the basis of domination.

It is an undeniable fact that intelligent animals also give birth to ordinary animals.

But with the existence of the high platform, the offspring of the ruler will definitely become intelligent animals, without exception!

"Meow~"

I know~
Ron meowed in understanding.

He has shrunk to normal size, that is, a round and fat orange.

Now he was squatting on the elephant's buttocks, looking behind, thinking about something.

It has been many days since he was dumped, and Ron felt a little homesick.

Lorraine, Catherine, Molly, Terry, Papa Diesel, Aunt Susan, and Ryan, and the delicious food made by Robert~
"Meow~"

I really want to go home soon~
Ron moved his paw, leaving four plum footprints on the elephant's butt skin.

(End of this chapter)