The voices of the three people attracted the nomads living in the tent. More than ten nomads with animal tooth necklaces and naked bronze upper bodies came out of the tent with long knives and bows and arrows, and quickly surrounded Wang Xiaohai and the other two.

"Who are you and why did you come to our tribe?" A herdsman with a shaved head, who was the tallest among them, stood in front and asked Wang Xiaohai and the other two. He was the leader of the tribe.

"Which country is this?" Wang Xiaohai asked.

"Country? Then we have to walk across this grassland and cross the Ming Sea to reach the Cotton Country on the other side." The herdsmen leader said, "You don't even know this. Did you come from the desert?"

"Three guests, you can come to our tent to have a drink of water before leaving." A man next to the leader said, and shook the animal tooth chain hanging around his neck, making a "swish" sound.

"Thank you very much." Wang Xiaohai sensed from their breath that the most powerful person in the tribe was this leader, but his strength was only equivalent to that of a formal warrior. He wondered how the realms in this place were divided and named?

The three followed the herdsmen into the largest tent in the middle.

A man brought three mare's milk jugs and placed them on a plate. The jugs were filled with mare's milk.

The old man with a goatee rushed over impatiently, grabbed the kummer and guzzled it.

“Ahem—”

The old man with a goatee drank too quickly and choked, slapping his chest repeatedly with his hands.

Wang Xiaohai and the programmer also walked over, picked up the pot with a fragrant milk aroma and started drinking.

After dozens of seconds, the man with goatee and the programmer shook their heads and fell down one after another. Seeing this, Wang Xiaohai also pretended to fall to the ground, but he secretly opened his eyes a little.

"Chief, you're too cautious!" a herdsman said. "You can't see the strength of these three people. They're just ordinary people. Look, they were easily knocked out by our drug!"

"I thought they were quite capable since they could cross the Red Desert," said the nomadic leader. "It seems I was wrong and overestimated them. But it's always better to be cautious. Yellow Fang, go search them and see if they have any valuables."

A herdsman with yellow teeth walked towards the three people lying on the ground, ready to search them, but he obviously chose the wrong target. The first person he wanted to search was Wang Xiaohai!

When the herdsman named Huang Ya reached out to him, Wang Xiaohai suddenly stood up, quickly grabbed Huang Ya's neck and lifted him up.

"I didn't expect you to be so hospitable?" Wang Xiaohai said, "Should I thank you very much?"

Huang Ya kept shaking in the air, but it was useless. He was just a strong ordinary man, how could he compare with Wang Xiaohai now?

Everyone in the tent was panicked and took out their weapons and bows and arrows to aim at Wang Xiaohai.

"Sir, stop, or we will shoot!" the herdsmen leader shouted.

"I tell you, we have no money, do you believe it?" Wang Xiaohai said.

"Aren't you refugees who have left your homes? You want to cross the sea to a rich and beautiful country." The herdsmen's leader said, "How could immigrants fleeing without money? No, we don't want to rob you of your money. We saw that you were sleepy, so we want to help you change your clothes and put you on bed to rest." He was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized and immediately changed his words.

He couldn't see through the person opposite him. There were only two possibilities. One was that he was an ordinary person, and the other was that his realm was higher than his. However, ordinary people should not be able to easily lift the warriors of their tribe alone, so it could only be someone who was stronger than him!

"I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I don't know how to be hypocritical, and I don't want to pretend." Wang Xiaohai smiled. "Bring all the good things in the tribe to let me see. If there is something I like, I will spare your lives." As he said that, he threw Huang Ya to the ground.

Huang Ya was angry. He got up from the ground, took out a dagger and rushed towards Wang Xiaohai. None of the tribesmen behind him stopped him.

"I originally wanted to spare your life." Wang Xiaohai sighed, "I didn't expect you to insist on killing me and seek death. I can only defend myself." He slapped Huang Ya in the face, making a circle.

Huang Ya's hand was still stretched out in front of him, and his body flew backwards into the air, flying towards the tribesmen behind him. The tribesmen could have dodged, but they reflexively stretched out the spear in their hands and pierced Huang Ya. Blood splattered, staining the spear red.

Wang Xiaohai walked towards the leader. Just as the leader was about to take a step back, Wang Xiaohai put his hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, he felt weak and fell onto the tiger-skin chair behind him. Wang Xiaohai took the opportunity to sit on the armrest of the chair.

"Why are you still standing there? Quickly clean up the bodies and bring all the treasures of the tribe to me." Wang Xiaohai directed the other people who were still standing in the tent.

"Do as he says." The chief could no longer be tough. He was also afraid of death, more afraid of death than ordinary tribesmen. After all, he had been the tribe leader for so many years and learned to enjoy himself.

People with greater strength or power will cherish life more than ordinary people, and of course, they will also be more hypocritical.

While the tribesmen were collecting the bodies and leaving, Wang Xiaohai was not idle either. Instead, he asked the nomadic leader: "Have you heard of guns and car gunpowder?"

"What is that?" The leader thought that this stranger spoke very strangely and it was hard to understand.

"Is there electricity in the city on the other side of the sea?" Wang Xiaohai continued to ask.

"Electricity? Lightning? It's everywhere!" the leader replied. "When it rains, it's there."

Wang Xiaohai stared carefully at the leader's eyes and found that he did not seem to be lying. He thought that this world was really a world of cold weapons. That would be terrible. There would not even be games to play. That would be boring to death. Wang Xiaohai had always insisted on combining work and rest in order to last long. That is, practicing for ten hours and then playing games for one hour. This was the best.

He had to improve his realm as soon as possible. Although Wang Xiaohai could fly in the air now, he was not as fast as he could run. If he improved his realm again, he might be able to reach the second cosmic speed of this planet and leave it.

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