I couldn't understand what Muta was saying, but I was certain that those people outside were from the Utas tribe.
They came here to catch us, and because of the accident at the wooden tower, he and Mulin have ended up in a den of thieves.
But with just a few of us, it's clearly unrealistic to think we can break through and get back to Muta and Mulin.
So we can only protect ourselves first, and then go back to Mucuo to discuss what to do next.
We dared not make a sound and waited quietly. The arguing outside grew louder and louder, and finally I only heard a few very angry roars before there was no more noise.
I peeked out and carefully observed the situation outside, only to find that the wooden tower had been knocked unconscious, its head drooping limply.
Mu Lin's face showed a hint of fear, and his eyes kept darting around.
I was a little nervous. Would this kid betray us?
Fortunately, the people of the Ertas tribe, for reasons unknown, did not continue to inquire about our whereabouts. Instead, they quietly led Mulin and Muta back into the forest.
After they left, we didn't dare to make any move for a long time.
Because I wasn't sure if they had really left, or if they were hiding somewhere waiting for us to walk right into their trap.
We waited quietly for another two hours, and since there were no other members of the Utas tribe lying in ambush nearby, nor did we spot those hateful and disgusting lynxes, we cautiously withdrew from the area.
The younger indigenous man was quite clear-headed. He knew that there was no use in worrying now that his leader and companions had been captured, so he could only grit his teeth and gesture at me.
I knew he wanted to take me to their new camp, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
A cold wind was blowing all around, which made one feel a little nervous, and there were no other suspicious movements around.
The young indigenous man led us through the woods. He seemed very cautious, stopping and looking back after every step.
However, the people of the Utas tribe were quite strange, because they really didn't follow us.
We were worried at first, but in the end we could only hurry back, because we had to discuss this matter with Mu Cuo.
Mucuo is Muta's closest younger sister. Muta's current situation is truly unexpected, and this is something that can only be discussed with Mucuo.
We walked for about two hours before finally arriving at the new campsite. The new campsite was actually on a mountaintop, surrounded by fences, and there was a very strange plant on the fences.
The plant appeared to be a sphere, except that the sphere on the vines was surrounded by hard thorns.
The campfire was still lit inside the camp. The indigenous people who had arrived all breathed a sigh of relief. After looking around outside the door, they pushed it open and led me inside.
Instead of reaching the mountaintop, we tapped on a pile of rocks beside the mountain. Soon, I saw one of the rocks slowly move away. After a short while, the rock was completely moved to the side, and I realized that it was actually a simple door made of stone.
He blended seamlessly with the mountains; if the stone gate hadn't moved slightly, I wouldn't have even realized it was actually a gate.
But if they've done such a good job of concealing themselves here, why did they put up these fences around it? Wouldn't that be telling other enemies that they've already set up camp here?
I really can't understand how these indigenous people think, but I don't have time to discuss that right now.
After we entered the camp, I found that there were campfires everywhere, and the entire cave was lit. I quickly followed the local people to the innermost part of the cave, where I found that Mu Cuo and the others were also pacing nervously inside.
Upon seeing us return, Mu Cuo was clearly relieved. However, before she could say anything, she quickly searched through our crowd. When she couldn't find the wooden pagoda, she suddenly went limp. Fortunately, a local woman standing closest to her helped her up.
Mu Cuo immediately walked to my side and grabbed my collar.
"Where is my brother? Why hasn't he come back?"
As Mu Cuo spoke, she pushed her way through the crowd, wanting to take another look, but Mu Ta had already been captured by the Etas tribe and was no longer behind them, so how could she see them?
For a moment, I didn't know how to explain it to Mutso. Should I just tell her that Mutso was arrested because she acted too impulsively?
That's really hurtful to say...
I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to remain calm: "Don't worry about this. I will definitely find a way. Besides, I think the fact that the Utas tribe didn't search other places and capture us all means that they must have something else they want to do. So I think Muta should be safe now."
But to my surprise, after hearing what I said, Mu Cuo's face suddenly turned pale. She became very nervous and immediately turned around to pull out a very long axe.
“No, you don’t know how cruel the Utas tribe is. My brother has been captured by them, so he can only be sacrificed. I have to save him. If I can’t save my brother tonight, he will die…”
After saying that, Mu Cuo quickly said a few words to the local people around him. The expressions of fear that had appeared on everyone's faces suddenly turned into excitement.
It must be admitted that Mu Cuo is truly an excellent leader, as her few words had already boosted the morale of the troops.
But in the current situation, Muta and Mulin have already been captured. Even if Mucuo leads all the people of his tribe to fight with the Etas tribe for people, what are their chances of winning?
"Don't forget, besides the people of the Ertas tribe, they also have those pirates with guns and cannons!"
I immediately grabbed Mu Cuo, but before I could say anything, Mu Cuo coldly shook me off.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. You can stay here and hide for now. If I rescue my brother, I will come back here to meet you. If not, then you can only pray for your own good fortune."
After saying that, Mu Cuo immediately led the group to another small room, seemingly to make some preparations.
Wang Ping sidled up to me and tugged at my sleeve: "Sihai, I think these indigenous people are really stubborn. Even if you want to persuade them, you probably won't be able to. You might as well just let them be."
After hearing Wang Ping's story, I was immediately filled with anger and turned to look at him.
"What are you saying? If that's really the case, do you think we'll have a good outcome after Mu Cuo and the others are all dead? Do you think the Utas tribe will just let us go like that? No, it would only mean we'd be left vulnerable if our lips were gone!"
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