Chapter 394 The Unlucky Bamboo Rat Tribe
On January 16, the tenth year after the establishment of the Teng Tribe, Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao arranged the affairs of the tribe and then prepared to head to the central part of the Southern Wilderness.
Just when they were getting ready to leave, the old witch actually came over with his luggage packed.
"Xuan boy, I'll go with you."
Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "You old man, do you also want to go to the central part to have some fun?"
The old witch said, "There are no new herbs to be found here. I have to travel to more places while I can still move, and complete the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map as soon as possible."
"That's great. I'll take you to see our Teng tribe's new territory in the central region."
Jiang Xuan was in a very happy mood. This time he finally didn't have to travel a long distance alone. With Chishao and Old Witch accompanying him, he could have more fun on the journey.
Soon, all the luggage was tied to the backs of the purple eagle Tangyuan and the black giant eagle. Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao rode on the purple eagle, while the old witch still rode on the giant eagle alone.
When it was almost time to set off, Nan Xing looked up at Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao eagerly and said, "You have all been to the central part, when will it be my turn?"
Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "This territory in the north is our foundation and also our retreat. We cannot afford to lose it, so I am sending you and Uncaria to guard it together.
"If you really want to go, wait until the central region is stable. I will let Jingjie and Shiqiu come over to take turns with you. This way, everyone will have the opportunity to go to the central region."
"All right."
Although Nanxing was somewhat reluctant, as the leader of the guard team, he knew that the northern territory was of great significance and he must not act on his own.
Uncaria said solemnly: "Don't worry, Chief. We will definitely protect the tribe."
Compared with Arisaema, Uncaria rhynchophylla’s yearning for the central part is not as strong.
Last year, Fuling gave birth to another daughter for him, and he is now the father of two children.
Now, his family, as well as the people and things he cares about are mostly in the north. Compared to the distant and unfamiliar central region, he prefers to stay in this familiar land.
"Old brother, it's time to go!"
The old witch patted the feathers on the black giant eagle's neck, "Cry!"
The black giant eagle spread its huge wings, ran for a distance in the sacrificial square, then flapped its wings rapidly and circled into the air. The strong wind it stirred up made it impossible for people to stand steadily or open their eyes.
"Tangyuan, let's go too."
Jiang Xuan patted the purple feathers on Tangyuan's back. At this time, Tangyuan was no longer the snow-white meat ball. Its wingspan was about 60 meters, and its body was larger than that of the black giant eagle.
Tangyuan's way of taking off was different from the black giant eagle. It first walked forward for a distance, away from the crowd, then squatted with its legs to accumulate strength, and then kicked suddenly, using this force to flap its wings and quickly rise into the air.
"Eer..."
Tangyuan flew into the sky, circled around the huge divine vine three times, and then flew reluctantly to the south.
On its broad back, Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao sat on improved chairs with ropes similar to seat belts tied around their bodies and a special eggshell-shaped windshield in front of them, making the sitting experience much more comfortable than before.
Chishao rarely has this kind of opportunity to fly in the air. On weekdays, she can't even leave the tribe. With Jiang Xuan by her side, she can completely put aside her usual disguise.
Chishao slowly stretched out a hand outside the windshield. The strong wind in the sky was like a real torrent, rushing freely between her arms, palms and fingers. At this moment, the wind was no longer so unpredictable, but became concrete.
The mountains and rivers in the distance were covered with snow in some places, green in some places, and shrouded in mist in some places. These were scenes that she rarely saw.
She looked at the mountains, rivers, flying birds and clouds, felt the strong wind surging like waves in her palms, and finally a long-lost smile appeared on her face.
She lazily half-lying in the chair, looking at the scenery while taking out some dried meat and dried fruit from the animal skin bag she carried with her to eat, enjoying this rare leisure and tranquility.
When Jiang Xuan saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face. He patted the glutinous rice balls, asking them to fly slower and more steadily so that Chishao could sit more comfortably.
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It’s the tenth year since the establishment of the Teng Tribe, at the end of January.
In the central part of the Southern Wilderness, the Black Snake Tribe.
“Hiss…”
In the dark cave, a black snake as thick as a bucket poked its head out. Its cold eyes scanned all the living things around it, and its tongue quickly analyzed the large amount of information contained in the air.
After making sure there was no danger around, the big black snake slowly crawled out of the cave, crawled onto a piece of grass where it could bask in the sun, and lay down, letting the warm sunlight gradually raise its body temperature.
Soon, more big black snakes crawled out from the ground. They crawled onto the rocks or the grass, all basking in the sun.
In fact, although there is no snow in the central part of the Southern Wilderness, it is still relatively cold for two or three months in winter. At this time, most snakes will try to be less active or go into shallow hibernation.
Fengcao led the Thornvine to burn the Black Snake Tribe, and they succeeded because the black snakes were in shallow hibernation and their ability to sense danger was reduced.
But now, with the arrival of spring and the gradual rise in temperature, the big black snakes of the Black Snake Tribe have also begun to become active.
As a totem and war beast, the black snake is too important to the entire Black Snake Tribe. Without the help of the black snake, they cannot exert their full strength, whether in hunting or fighting.
In addition, although the warriors of the Black Snake Tribe have obtained the totem power of the Black Snake God, and the best among them can even obtain the night vision and swiftness of snakes, the side effect is that they are also affected by the habits of snakes, and these warriors are generally afraid of cold.
Now that the climate has warmed up, the big black snake has gradually regained its normal mobility, and the warriors of the Black Snake Tribe have also regained their strong fighting power. It's time to avenge the great hatred of the tribe that burned down! In the area near the central cave of the Black Snake Tribe, there stands a peculiar stone house.
This stone house is half built underground and half built on the ground. The roof is covered with various tree barks and broad grass leaves, and the surrounding stone walls are painted with black snake totems.
The leader of the Black Snake Tribe strode to the door of the stone house and saluted, saying, "Witch, I am Snake Fang. I have something important to discuss with you."
Soon, a hoarse voice came from inside the house: "Come in."
The leader Snake Fang lifted the heavy straw curtain on the door and walked down the dirt stairs into the stone house that was half buried underground.
The furnishings in the stone house were very messy. Various foods, herbs, animal skin rolls, pottery jars, and gourd-like plant peel bottles filled most of the space. Only the area next to the fire pit was slightly less crowded.
An old man wearing a snake shed coat and with totem patterns painted all over his face and body was sitting by the fire, cooking something in a worn-out clay pot. The smell coming from it was not very pleasant.
This old man is the witch of the Black Snake Tribe.
Chief Sheya saluted again, then, being careful not to touch anything in the stone house, he bent over and walked to the fire pit and sat down.
The black snake witch stirred the unknown liquid in the pottery jar with a wooden stick and asked, "What do you want from me, Chief?"
Chief Snake Fang said, "Before the end of winter, people from other tribes attacked us and burned down countless of our houses, killing and injuring many of our people. It's time to avenge this great vengeance!"
The Black Snake Shaman nodded: "Have you found out which tribe did it?"
Chief Snake Fang said, "The Bamboo Rat Tribe is the only one near us that is good at digging caves. Moreover, since we migrated here, the warriors of the hunting team have had many conflicts with the Bamboo Rat Tribe. They have long held a grudge against us."
"Besides, most tribes are afraid that forest fires will affect their tribal territories. Only these bamboo rats that burrow underground every day are not afraid of fires. So, I conclude that they were the ones who set the fire."
The black snake witch said nonchalantly, "It's just a small tribe. It doesn't matter whether they did it or not. The big black snakes in the tribe just ended their hibernation and are in urgent need of food. Our tribe members also need some food, so let's kill them in the name of revenge."
"Okay, tomorrow morning, please ask Wu Bai to ask the snake god to come out of the cave and lead us to destroy the bamboo rat tribe!"
The witch of the Black Snake Tribe nodded, then waved his hand, allowing the leader Sheya to leave on his own. He continued to concentrate on boiling the unknown liquid in the pottery tripod, very focused.
Chief Sheya had been enduring the unpleasant smell for a long time. After finishing the discussion, he immediately left the stone house and summoned the warrior leaders in the tribe to discuss the specific matters of attacking the Bamboo Rat Tribe tomorrow.
The unfortunate bamboo rat tribe would never have imagined that they had done nothing but were inexplicably burdened with an unbearable pot and were about to face the disaster of genocide.
Thanks to the leader "閒看苑" for the reward of 500 book coins.
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