Hundreds of vehicles continued to move through the dim snow, stopping from time to time to rest and find a way out.
To alleviate the boredom of the journey, many members of the group made friends with these ancient Native Americans from the Americas. Although language was a major barrier, it did not prevent them from communicating through sign language.
Lu Yuan was also very bored, sitting in the car listening to the people in the group chatting with the high priest and chieftains.
Through their conversation and Fang Yuan's translation, Lu Yuan learned that the reason these ancient Native Americans were able to live peacefully to this day was because of the high priest's divination magic.
However, Lu Yuan didn't really believe in this kind of divination magic. After all, he had received compulsory education and had always had a belief in science rather than superstition.
Through the high priest and the others, we learned that their original home was a primeval forest thousands of kilometers away, but the island chain caused by the disaster forced them to move to that place.
They traveled thousands of kilometers, living a nomadic life, collecting all kinds of resources and supplies along the way, as well as things scattered in cities. They would gather anything that could be used.
Because these people have lived in the primeval forest for a long time, they have the most contact with animals. They have excellent hunting skills, and when this apocalypse comes, their main food source is the creatures that escape from the forest.
Especially when a snow disaster occurs, a large number of animals mutate, and these mutated animals become very large. Although it is very difficult to capture these mutated animals, once they capture one, it is enough for their entire tribe to live on for a long time.
Lu Yuan looked down at the time. The car had been on the road for a day and a night, but in that time they had only traveled less than 100 kilometers.
Before the apocalypse, a distance of 100 kilometers would take about two hours to travel in a city. This is because there was a lot of traffic before the apocalypse, and you would have to navigate through various traffic lights and avoid other vehicles, so it was impossible to reach the maximum speed.
But the situation is different now. Although the road is damaged, there are no vehicles or traffic lights to obstruct the way, so the cars can speed up. Apart from the occasional potholes or other obstacles that need to be avoided, the entire convoy can move very fast once it starts.
After sitting in the car for a moment in thought, Lu Yuan turned his head and asked, "How far are we from the primeval forest now?"
So Fang Yuan told the chief and the high priest about her problem. After listening, the two of them showed a puzzled expression, and then Fang Yuan suddenly realized something.
"I forgot! They have no unit of measurement for distance, and they don't know what axioms mean!"
Lu Yuan was quite helpless, then asked Fang Yuan softly, "Approximately where is it? Did they say?"
Fang Yuan scratched her head, pondered for a moment, and finally answered: "I've been searching on the computer for the places they mentioned living. I suspect that the primeval forest they're talking about is the Amazon rainforest. That place has the largest area of primeval forest in the world, and their ancestors came from the Amazon rainforest!"
Upon hearing Fang Yuan's explanation, Lu Yuan's face immediately showed a look of astonishment: "What? Amazon? Where are we now?"
Fang Yuan shook her head helplessly: "I'm not too sure about this either. I don't know if our expert team has figured out where this place is located."
Lu Yuan was very helpless and could only sit quietly in the car without saying a word. His eyes were fixed on the white world outside. The car headlights illuminated the snow-covered ground, and the roar of cars could be heard everywhere.
Suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled to life, and Lu Yuan quickly picked it up.
"This is the forward team, we have arrived at the designated location!"
"Okay, got it. Any updates on your end?"
Lu Yuan picked up the walkie-talkie and gave a brief reply.
"Reporting to Mr. Lu, no issues have been found here yet. Shall we proceed?"
"No need to advance further. Just wait for new instructions and remain where you are!"
Lu Yuan then hung up the phone.
After a moment of contemplation, Lu Yuan said to the driver, "Speed up again, there's no danger on the road ahead!"
"Yes, Mr. Lu!"
So the driver picked up the walkie-talkie, shouted something to the other following vehicles, and then stepped on the gas, increasing the speed again.
The ancient Native Americans, who had not yet adapted to the rapid travel, hurriedly gripped the handrails on the vehicle, their faces pale. They had already wiped off all the paint from their faces.
The ancient Native Americans, with their paint removed, had fair skin, but they all looked pale and sickly, seemingly due to a lack of nutrition for a long time. Except for the chief, who looked somewhat better, the others all looked like this.
A dozen minutes later, the car finally arrived at the location of the vanguard team. The chief helped the high priest out of the car, and almost all the primitive people outside the car started vomiting. The sound of vomiting nearby made Lu Yuan feel a little nauseous as well.
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