Chapter 85 First Contact with the Aborigines 【For Collection and Recommendation】

The crowd marched forward in a mighty manner towards the village.

Carefree, upright and bright.

Nothing to hide.

The arrival of the group quickly attracted the attention of the patrolling soldiers outside the village.

Especially Zong Shen, who was riding the blood-toothed boar, was particularly eye-catching.

The five-meter-long wild boar is not easy to mess with anywhere.

People who can use this terrifying creature as a mount are definitely not small.

Not to mention the few people who rode the grassland horses and followed behind, each of them looked extraordinary, and they were definitely powerful people.

Those patrolling soldiers are only Avalon Tier 1 armed militias, the most common professional soldiers, trained by Avalon Tier 1 Barracks.

These soldiers wear leather light armour bearing the insignia of Avalon's dragon's roar, wielding swords and leather boots.

It is indeed more powerful than the average farmer, but for Zong Shen, who is used to seeing second-order and even third-order warriors, these first-order soldiers are nothing.

Zong Shen looked at the leading soldier casually.

This is a thin, blond, blue-eyed young man about 1.8 meters tall.

Zong Shen had a panoramic view of his attributes.

[Avalon Armed Militia: Colin]

[Affiliation: Kingdom of Avalon]

【Current Status: Neutral】

【Level: 10】

【Strength: 16】

[Agility: 12]

【Wisdom: 7】

【Charm: 7】

[HP: 235]

[Slashing damage: 36]

[Head armor value: 0]

[Upper body armor value: 18]

[Lower body armor value: 10]

[Magic Resistance: 5]

[Skill: Dragon Slash lv1 (Quickly slash out three swords, each sword completes 1.05/1.1/1.15 multiples of slashing damage, cooldown time 1h)

Passive Skill: Basic Swordsmanship lv1 (Increase 5% damage when holding a sword)]

(Avalon's new recruit has completed the barracks training, but still lacks combat experience)

There are a total of twelve armed militiamen in this squad.

They held up their weapons and stopped in front of Zong Shen and others nervously.

The famous soldier at the head looked at Bajie's blood-red fangs, his calf swaying slightly.

"This... this lord..."

"Please explain your purpose!"

He pulled out his dagger, held it in front of him, and asked stutteringly.

Hearing this, Zong Shen showed a gentle smile.

"I'm a lord nearby. I want to come to Sitano Village to buy some food. At the same time, I want to talk to your village chief."

"These people are my subordinates."

Zong Shen said straight to the point.

His tone was gentle, which eased some of the tension among the militiamen.

These aboriginal people have their own thoughts and feelings and follow the rules of this world.

For these simple guys, Zong Shen never took the idea lightly.

"Okay sir, but you and your subordinates' mounts may not be able to enter the village..."

The leading soldier named Colin said cautiously.

"Okay, we will leave the mount outside the village, please don't worry, this chubby big guy is very obedient."

Zong Shen smiled and nimbly turned over and jumped off Bajie's neck.

Bajie hummed at Zong Shen affectionately, and touched his arm with his big nose.

Everyone tied the grassland horses to the fence outside the village, and on the nearby watchtower, the sentries holding the short bows watched Zong Shen vigilantly.

Especially the blood-toothed boar, a beast of this size is often extremely destructive.

With a relaxed expression, Zong Shen led the crowd into the village along the entrance of the street that ran through the village.

Behind them, the group of armed militiamen followed a hundred meters behind them.

Looking at the background of Zong Shen and others with a trace of fear and alertness.

However, Zong Shen didn't take it seriously, he was not afraid of the shadow, and he had no ill will towards this village.

The streets are still very lively, with all kinds of shops and hawkers hawking along the street.

The main products sold are some special products of the village, such as woven baskets, sturdy pots, various dried beef and mutton, and even milk and rough bread.

In addition, there are blacksmith shops and sewing shops in the village that sell some common equipment for whiteboards.

The houses on both sides are all stone and wood structures, the highest is no more than two floors, and the ground along the street is paved with rough bluestone slabs.

The residents of the village looked at Zong Shen and the others with curious eyes.

This is especially true of some young hairy boys, who are dressed in simple linen, with youthful energy on their faces, and are full of curiosity about the outside world.

These villagers can tell at a glance that they are outsiders.

From the eyes of those hawkers, there is curiosity, greed, and even Zong Shen sees some people with malicious looks in their eyes.

Zong Shen stopped a middle-aged villager with a basket on his back.

The villager had a stench of cow dung, a piece of hay stuck in his hair, a shaggy face, and chewed an unknown object in his mouth.

Walking with his head down, he suddenly saw a hand blocking his way in front of him.

Some impatiently raised his head, wanting to see who was blocking his way.

When he saw Zong Shen's fully armed appearance, he clearly showed a surprised expression, and the trace of impatience disappeared.

Zong Shen stretched out a hand to him

He quickly spit out what looked like a rotten leaf in his mouth.

Both hands rubbed and rubbed on the black, invisible waistband.

Only then did he cautiously stretch out his right hand and hold Zong Shen's hand.

"Hello sir..."

"May I ask what I can do for you?"

Zong Shen nodded, withdrew his hand without any expression, and the corner of his mouth curved, revealing a smile.

"Do you know where the village chief is?"

The scruffy villager scratched his head, turned and pointed to the other side of the street.

"You have to keep going. There is a square not far along this street, and the village chief is in the tavern in the square."

"Very well, one more question."

"What were you chewing just now?"

Zong Shen pointed to the rotten leaf on the ground and asked curiously.

"Dear sir, this is a kind of leaf, called penang leaf, and cattle always like to eat some of this leaf. Occasionally chewing it can make people feel refreshed."

When Zong Shen heard this, the smile on his face became even bigger.

"How many cows have you raised?"

Hearing this question, the sloppy villagers' bodies subconsciously shuddered.

"No... not many cows."

"There are only five cows, three of which are calves..."

"If it is said that the village has the most cattle, it is still Lord Mars.

However, he has been unlucky recently. Last night, a group of bandits in the wilderness stole his cattle, and the militiamen guarding the village couldn't help him. "

The sloppy villagers tactfully chose to change the subject, first crying a wave of poverty, and then giving Zong Shen a new clue.

Zong Shen's eyes lit up, he originally wanted to take the batch of cattle back by the way, and it seemed that there were some tasks hidden in it.