This Is My Primitive Tribe

After the giant eagle flew for ten days, Jiang Xuan and the old witch seemed to be in summer.

The hot sun scorched the ground, making the old witch and Jiang Xuan, who were accustomed to living in the forest, extremely uncomfortable.

The vegetation on the ground is sparser, and the soil even shows signs of desertification. When the wind blows, it often blows dust all over the sky.

On the back of the giant eagle, Jiang Xuan looked at the shocking western wasteland, only to feel a heavy heart.

Xihuang has become like this and is no longer livable, so the tribes living in these places will definitely migrate to other places.

The West Wasteland area is relatively vast, so those tribes should still be fighting each other for survival in the West Wasteland.

However, when the desertification situation becomes more and more serious and continues to spread to other places, the place for the survival of the Western Desert tribe will become smaller and smaller.

By that time, they will surely migrate elsewhere.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan has a shuddering feeling, because the location of the Teng tribe is too close to the West Wilderness!

What should I do? Do you want to convince Shenteng to lead the tribe to migrate to other places?

If so, the Vine tribe will have to start all over again.

Just when Jiang Xuan was worried about the changes in the Western Wilderness, a forest appeared in front of him, there was a small lake in the woods, and a small tribe.

Jiang Xuandao: "The giant eagle is tired after flying for so long. Let's go to the tribe in front to rest, eat something and add some water."

The old witch nodded, and let the giant eagle land outside the woods.

"Huhuhu..."

The giant eagle landed, and a gust of wind blew up the ground.

"Woooooooo..."

The small tribe in the woods had already discovered the giant eagle. When the giant eagle landed, there were two or three hundred tribesmen holding various primitive and primitive weapons, and Ulla Ulla surrounded them.

On the back of the giant eagle, the old witch shouted to these tribesmen: "I am a member of the Eastern Desolate Eagle tribe. We just passed by here and wanted to add some water, no malice."

Jiang Xuan also held the bone spear to prevent these people from attacking suddenly.

"Donghuang, Eagle Tribe, seems to have heard of this tribe."

Among the crowd, an unusually tall and sturdy tribesman walked out.

His face is painted with black and cyan totem patterns, which is very strange, a bit like some kind of frog with big eyes.

Behind him, there was also a giant frog with a mouth full of teeth, which was very scary.

What's even more frightening is that Jiang Xuan found six horizontal lines of different colors painted on his face!

"Six-color warrior?"

Jiang Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, feeling a little unbelievable.

It has been two or three years since Jiang Xuan came to this world, not to mention the six-colored warrior, he has never seen the five-colored warrior once.

Even most people from small tribes have never heard of it, and there are six colors of warriors.

The most outrageous thing is that this is basically a small tribe, and the clansmen are all skinny like monkeys. Is it so lucky that a six-color warrior appeared?

At this moment, the old witch said in an inaudible voice, "It's fake."

"Fake?" Jiang Xuan looked at the old witch in amazement.

The old witch nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his face.

And this kind of operation? What about the simple tribal people?

Jiang Xuan felt a little confused. It was the first time he saw someone use this method to bluff people.

When they were in the Southern Wilderness, the warriors of each tribe were relatively honest. No matter how strong they were, they would have as many horizontal stripes as they wanted, and they would not cheat.

Because these colored stripes are not only for the people of the outer tribe to see, but also for the people of the tribe to see, it is a symbol of glory.

The stronger the strength and the more horizontal stripes, the heavier the voice in the tribe will be, the more resources will be occupied, and the more popular the tribe's women will be.

If you don't have that strength, but draw a lot of horizontal lines, even in this tribe, you will be drowned by everyone's spittle.

Jiang Xuan did not turn his head, and asked in an inaudible voice, "Then what kind of warrior is he?"

Jiang Xuan knew that the old witch possessed mysterious magic power, and it was not surprising that he could see through the true strength of a warrior.

The old witch answered affirmatively, "Three colors at most."

Jiang Xuan was speechless for a while, this guy really dared to draw, and he was not afraid of being killed directly after being seen through.

At this moment, the tall tribal man with six horizontal stripes spoke.

"Guests from Donghuang, hello, this is the territory of the frog tribe, I am the leader of the frog tribe, a six-color warrior, fierce."

Without the old witch, at first glance this person was a six-colored warrior, Jiang Xuan might still be a little apprehensive, but after knowing his details, he only felt a little funny.

Huo Meng continued: "If you want to add water, you can, but you need to exchange things."

The old witch frowned slightly and said, "Do you need to exchange something to add a little water?"

Whether it is in the Southern Wilderness or the Eastern Wasteland, there is no shortage of water, so that the old witch does not think that water is such a precious thing at all, let alone that it needs to be exchanged for things.

Jiang Xuan can understand, after all, in the world of his previous life, many places have to pay for drinking water.

Huo Meng said: "If you are unwilling to exchange, please leave the territory of our frog tribe and go to drink water elsewhere."

"But I want to remind you that it hasn't rained here for more than half a year, and the nearby rivers have dried up. Even if you ride this big bird, you may not be able to find water."

Hearing Huo Meng's words, the old witch's brows furrowed even tighter. He even wanted the giant eagle to fly in directly, but he had to see if this little frog tribe could stop them.

Lao Wu usually looks like a good guy, but that doesn't mean he really has no temper.

It really **** him off, and the consequences were terrible.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan said to the old witch: "We are here to investigate the situation, and now is a good opportunity to give them a little something, not only to replenish water, but also to ask them what the situation is here. "

After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, the old witch felt that it made sense, especially Huo Meng said that it had not rained in the vicinity for more than half a year. This situation was obviously very abnormal.

So, the old witch suppressed his anger and said, "Then just give them something."

Jiang Xuan looked at what they were carrying, and finally took out a pottery bowl, held it up, and said, "Boss Huo Meng, how about we use this precious pottery bowl for your water?"

Huo Meng stared at the bowl and took a closer look, and found that the pottery was much better than the pottery in their tribe, so he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes."

Jiang Xuan said again: "You have to fill our water jugs and water bags, and you have to let the giant eagle drink enough water."

"No problem!" Huo Meng agreed, because the Frog Tribe had a lake, and the lake would keep coming up with water.

"Okay, then take us in to drink water. After drinking the water, fill up the water bag, and this precious pottery bowl will be given to you."

Huo Meng looked at the giant eagle with dread, and did not want them to enter the tribe, so he said, "Bring the things you filled with water, and I will ask the soldiers to fill it for you."

Jiang Xuan shook his head and said, "No, we don't know each other well. What if you poison the water?"

"How could our frog tribe do such a thing?" Huo Meng was very dissatisfied with Jiang Xuan's suspicion.

Jiang Xuan said again: "There are only two of us, so many of you, and you, the fiery leader, a six-color warrior, are you afraid that we will go into the tribe to drink water?"

When Huo Meng heard the words "six-colored warrior", his face suddenly stiffened, he thought for a moment, and reluctantly agreed: "I am a dignified six-colored warrior who is afraid of you? If you want to go in and drink water, then come with me. "

Huo waved his hand fiercely, and the clansmen of the frog tribe immediately gave way.

Jiang Xuan and the old witch still did not get off the back of the giant eagle, and the two rode the giant eagle into the frog tribe.

The forest where the frog tribe is located is not large, but it is a rare oasis in this severely desertified and arid land.

Although it is winter, the leaves are still green because of the hot weather and water in this place.

The giant eagle is too big. Fortunately, the woods are not dense and the trees are relatively tall, otherwise it would be really difficult to walk.

After entering the woods, Jiang Xuan saw many strange frogs.

Some of them are squatting on the ground, some are clinging to trees, and they are of different shapes and sizes.

Among them, there are many frogs with highly poisonous, but they all jumped away after seeing the giant eagle.

As Huo Meng walked, he looked back at the giant eagle and the two people on its back from time to time.

This giant eagle gave him a very strong sense of threat, and the two people on the eagle's back didn't seem to be easy to mess with.

But for the six lines on his face, he could only bite the bullet and pretend to be fearless.

When they came to the lake, Jiang Xuan saw a large number of stone houses, located in the woods around the lake.

The walls of these stone houses are made of stone, the roofs are made of wood and bark, and a lot of totem patterns are painted on the walls, which is very different from the architectural style of the Nanhuang tribe.

In these stone houses, many Frog tribe clansmen stared at them vigilantly, especially afraid of the giant eagle. Except for the soldiers, they all hid in the house to observe secretly and did not dare to approach.

When the giant eagle approached the shore of the lake, all kinds of frogs jumped away quickly, some big and some small, colorful, which was eye-opening.

Jiang Xuan had never seen so many varieties of frogs in his life.

The old witch also observed these frogs with great interest, and it is estimated that they will be recorded in the animal skin scroll in the future.

This lake is not small, with a diameter of about 20 to 30 meters. If it can be filled with water, the amount of water is still considerable.

However, due to long-term drought and little rainfall, the water level of the lake has dropped again and again, and now only one-third of the water remains.

If the drought continues, the water level of this lake will even continue to drop, or even dry up.

Huo Meng took them to the lake and said, "Okay, you can go drink water."

"Thank you, Chief Huo Meng."

The giant eagle walked to the place where there was water, then lowered his head, and began to drink the water in large gulps.

After flying for so long, it was already thirsty.

Jiang Xuan and the old witch also got off the back of the giant eagle. The two drank a full stomach of water, and then filled the water bottle and water bag they were carrying, and they were relieved.

In this hot environment, lack of water is a very threatening thing. Even if they can endure much more than ordinary warriors, they cannot stand without water for a long time.

Now with this water, they can last a while again.

After the giant eagle drank enough water, Jiang Xuan walked to the shore of the lake and handed the pottery bowl to Huo Meng, and the two sides were considered to have completed the transaction.

After Huo Meng got the pottery bowl, he looked over and over for a while, and then nodded in satisfaction.

This pottery is much better than the worn-out pottery in their tribe.

In addition, when Huo Meng looked at Jiang Xuan, he felt a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Huo said again: "Do you need food? You can also use pottery in exchange."

Jiang Xuan glanced at the old witch and saw that the old witch had nothing to say, so he asked, "Do you have any meat?"

"Have!"

"Okay, then do another transaction."

Jiang Xuan took out a clay pot this time, and said, "This pot can at least be exchanged for a big beast, right?"

There are many exquisite patterns on this clay pot, which are very beautiful.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I will exchange a twisted horn sheep with you."

Jiang Xuandao: "Then let me see how big your twisted horn sheep are."

Huo Meng gave an order to the two warriors behind him, and the two warriors immediately ran to the stone house. After a while, they came over with a twisted horn sheep that was struggling constantly.

This kind of twisted-horn sheep Jiang Xuan has never seen in the Southern Wilderness, it should be a special species of the Western Wilderness.

It weighs about a hundred pounds, a bit like a goat, its wool is shorter, it is tawny, and it has a pair of large twisted horns on its head.

"Is this twisted-horned sheep big enough?" Huo Meng said confidently.

Jiang Xuan deliberately asked him something about Xihuang, and the food here is indeed relatively scarce, which cannot be compared with Nanhuang.

So he nodded and said, "If you can help us kill the twisted horn sheep and make a fire for us to roast mutton to eat, this deal can be done."

"It's simple."

Huo Meng immediately asked the two warriors to kill the sheep, and brought fire from a stone house and lit a bonfire by the lake.

The blood and internal organs of the twisted-horn sheep were fed to the giant eagle.

The lamb is cut and roasted on a wooden stick.

After the twisted horn sheep was killed, Huo Meng got the pot as he wished. He couldn't put it down and stroked the pattern on it, and a flower appeared on his face with a smile.

Jiang Xuan also generously invited Huo Meng to eat together.

This made Huo Meng feel at ease, his impression of Jiang Xuan was better, and it also relieved some of his vigilance.

Soon, the mutton of the twisted horn was roasted to a fragrant aroma.

Huo Meng, Jiang Xuan, and Lao Wu, the three of them were surrounded by a bonfire by the lake, eating roast lamb and enjoying this rare and comfortable moment.

Taking advantage of the fire, Jiang Xuan asked, "Boss Fire, I heard you say it hasn't rained here for more than half a year, can you tell us what's going on?"

The old witch also looked at Huo Meng, which was also a matter of great concern to him.

Speaking of this question, there was a hint of bitterness on Huo Meng's face.

He pointed to the lake next to him and said, "In the past, the water of Shenhu Lake was full, and there were several small streams flowing out. The nearby vegetation was very lush, and there were many prey."

"At that time~www.readwn.com~ Our frog tribe was surrounded by forests, and several tribes lived in this area."

"But I don't know when it started, the weather has gradually become dry, and it often doesn't rain for months or even half a year."

"The stream stopped first, and the water in the lake became less and less. The forest gradually became smaller, and the prey became less. The tribes near our frog tribe have all migrated away."

"If it weren't for the lake of gods, our frog tribe might have left here long ago."

These things are no secret, so Huo Meng said it directly. After speaking, his mood became a little low.

Huo Meng also told Jiang Xuan and the old witch that it used to snow in this place, but in recent years, the winter has become hotter and hotter, and it doesn't even snow.

As for why this happened, he couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Xuan and Lao Wu both frowned because the question had not been answered.

But at least they know some of the past events of Xihuang, as for why Xihuang became like this, they still need to find the answer.