Chapter 586 Malicious III

"Get out!"

A lot of shouting and cursing finally converged into a roar.

The barbarian who had been severely slapped walked out of the tent with his head bowed and his face covered.

The barbarian who stayed in the tent took a deep breath as if he was angry, and then turned to look at another figure in the tent.

"I was negligent!"

The barbarian sincerely apologizes.

"Um!"

The figure nodded noncommittally.

"What should we do next?"

The barbarian looked at the other party's expression and asked with a little caution.

"According to the original plan!"

The figure replied with a low and hoarse voice, apparently deliberately disguised.

"But, before..."

The barbarian hesitated.

"Mistakes have already been made. Whether it is to correct or make up, it will only give the opponent more opportunities—unless you are sure to kill the opponent with one blow, otherwise, you will only make more and more mistakes!"

The figure spoke slowly, and the eyes hidden under the hood cast a cold glance at the barbarian in front of him.

Suddenly, the barbarian's heart rose, a feeling of a sword approaching his eyes.

"Aren't you here, my lord? It's easy for you to face that Zelgon, right?"

With a flattering, even flattering smile, the barbarian said.

"Our purpose is far more than just a Zelgon!"

The figure neither admitted nor denied it.

"Yes, yes. I know!"

The barbarian nodded repeatedly.

While the barbarians nodded repeatedly, that figure disappeared in place.

The tent fell into silence.

...

Under the accelerated speed of the barbarian leader, the original two-day journey. It was over in a day and a half--

"Ahead is the Chekedah Tribe!"

The barbarian leader named Luke stood on a rock and pointed to the patchwork camps in the distance.

The barbarians around gave out cheers with unknown meaning.

Although I can't understand, the feeling of excitement can be clearly conveyed.

Apparently, no matter the Jadeites or the barbarians, they have the same understanding of the concept of 'home'.

Dean got out of the carriage and looked at the camp in front of him.

undoubtedly. This is a camp that can be called a town, with a not-so-steep mountain as its cornerstone. Starting from the foot of the mountain, it has been built to the mountainside.

The felt tents are connected one by one, like umbrella mushrooms.

The barking of cattle and sheep, and the barking of dogs can be heard from time to time.

Teams of tall, strong barbarian soldiers were at the foot of the mountain. Patrol along the 'city wall' built of wood and stone.

The appearance of Dean and his party did not hide from the sentry tower on the top of the mountain.

A falcon entered the camp with accurate information, and a moment later, a group of barbarians came quickly.

"Luke!"

The barbarians who came saw the barbarian leader at first glance, and gave him a hug and a big laugh, and then looked at Dean and the others.

"who are they?"

asked the barbarian who came.

"It's people from the Zelgon Territory, they're here to find the murderer!"

Luke said without hiding.

In other words, barbarians would not express it in a euphemistic way.

but. The barbarian in front of him was much more tempered than Luke. Although there was a look of disgust on his face, he didn't rush up violently and directly strike.

"I want to see Buqia!"

Dean didn't play around in circles. Said straight to the point.

This way of direct conversation is one of the few places that makes Dean like barbarians.

"follow me!"

The Savage replied.

With that said, the barbarian turned and led the way.

The entry of Dean and his party naturally brought a strange feeling to the Chekedore tribe in front of them.

Many barbarians gathered around. Pointing at Dean and his party.

Still, it's obvious. The barbarians who led the team had considerable reputation and did not make the surrounding barbarians impulsive, but the unfriendly expressions of the surrounding barbarians were still worrying.

At least Mivier followed Tiger closely in fear.

Hu, on the other hand, looked around indifferently. Although Ke'er, who was traveling with him, bared his teeth at the unfriendly barbarians from time to time, he didn't make any further moves, but those pale teeth were quite intimidating.

"You'd better keep calm, if you take the initiative, the whole thing will be irreversible... Even Buqie can't save you!"

The leading barbarian looked at Tiger and Kerr, reminding Dean.

Compared with Mivier, the huge tiger and fangs and claws are more deterrent. Although Dean is tall and strong in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of barbarians, he is just an ordinary person. , As for the accompanying guards? Even more so, he was not taken seriously by the leading barbarian.

"thanks for reminding!"

Dean replied with a smile.

"snort!"

However, such an answer brought a cold snort from the leading barbarian.

For the rest of the journey, the leading barbarian didn't say a word, but just led Dean and his party higher and higher until they reached a larger felt tent halfway up the mountain.

"My brother, you are finally here!"

Buqie, who hadn't seen him for a long time, had already stood in front of the tent. When he saw Dean, he walked over quickly with his arms outstretched.

"When something like this happens, I will definitely come!"

After hugging each other, Dean replied.

"Sorry!"

Buqie, who had become stronger again than Dean remembered, said very embarrassedly, and then, before Dean could answer, Buqie looked at the barbarian who led the way and said, "Thank you, Tashi, for leading the way! "

"Buqie, you should be more like a barbarian than an emerald man!"

Hearing Buqie's thanks, the barbarian who led the way frowned, then turned and left.

"Tashi is one of the few people in the whole tribe that I trust... although he has a bad temper!"

Boucher invites Dean into the felt tent. Hu waited for the rest of the people to stay outside.

"Such a temper is very good among barbarians!"

Dean said with a smile.

"I'm the one with the best temper!"

Butcher was joking.

"Okay. I admit it!"

Dean responded.

Immediately, both of them laughed, and there was no trace of grief on Buqie's face for losing his grandfather and father—in fact, in the barbarian tradition, there are different understandings of death.

They see it as a return to the arms of their ancestors.

And there, the barbarian who died will gain eternal life!

Especially those who die in battle will receive great respect and honor.

certainly. If murdered, definitely not in this ranks.

"The whole situation of the tribe is very bad now. Those who have the strength to compete for the position of patriarch are all worthy of our doubts, but this number is at least ten. If you count the various branches, the number will be even higher. Many... Moreover, until now, the cause of death of grandfather and father has not been clarified!"

Although Bu Qie was criticized by other barbarians for not being a barbarian, but similarly, he did not exchange greetings like the Emerald Man. After the laughter ended, Bu Qie started talking.

Moreover, Buqie's words were extremely clear.

For who might strike. He has his doubts.

However, there are too many people who are suspicious.

"Where's the elder of Chector?"

Dean asked.

Barbarian Elder. The wisdom of a tribe lies in its mastery of unknown secrets.

"Elder Dan is also working hard to find the answer, but there are no more results... However, one thing is certain, my grandfather and father died of poisoning!"

Buqie said with certainty.

"Can I meet this elder?"

Dean asked.

"certainly!"

Bu Qie nodded and stood up. Take Dean to another felt tent.

This felt tent is not far from Buqie's tent, only a few tens of steps away. Therefore, Dean could clearly see the trees outside the felt tent.

Not too high, but emerald green like emeralds, full of vitality.

Such emerald green, just a dozen small trees, create a feeling like a large forest.

It is not an illusion or delusion, but the most real sense of existence.

"Elder Dan can communicate with plants, and, with the power of plants!"

Walking beside Dean, seeing Dean's surprise, Buqie explained.

"What an amazing ability!"

Dean praised that there was nothing false about such praise.

He knew very well what kind of effect such power would exert in this dense snowy forest.

"Well, when I was a child, I once saw Elder Dan make all the big trees come alive and resist the enemy!"

Bu Qie recalled, with reverence in his tone.

Then, when Buqie was about to say something, those young saplings trembled, and then a voice sounded——

"Buqie, is Lord Zelgaon here?"

An old voice came from inside the tent.

"Yes, Elder Dan!"

Buqie replied respectfully.

"come in!"

The old voice sounded again.

Bu Qie winked at Dean, and the two walked towards the tent at the same time.

Walking into the felt tent in front of him, Dean suddenly discovered that the inside of this tent, which looked no different from other felt tents, was different.

Green grass, instead of a thick leather blanket.

Vines crawled around the tent, and even the branches that supported the felt tent were tree branches.

If it wasn't for confirming that what he entered was a tent, Dean even thought that what he entered was a tree house.

And in the center of the tent, a thin old man whose figure was very different from that of an ordinary barbarian was sitting there cross-legged covered with a layer of green branches and leaves.

When he saw Dean, the old man smiled.

A kind of friendliness from the bottom of his heart was passed to the bottom of Dean's heart.

"Elder Dan!"

Dean greeted each other.

"Lord Zelgon!"

The other party signaled Dean to sit down, then looked at Buqie, and said softly: "Buqie, I want to have a private talk with Lord Zelgaon, can you stay outside and keep people from approaching?"

"Okay, elder!"

Buqie nodded and walked outside.

And just after Bu Qie left, the Elder Dan wrote two emerald characters in front of his eyes at an extremely fast speed——

careful!

The first update of ps~(to be continued)

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