Chapter 1141 The Disaster that Swept the Tribe Was Not Caused by the Lord of Thunder, Right? (Monthly Ticket Adds 1 Update)

Chapter 1141 The disaster that swept the tribe... couldn't have been caused by the Lord of Thunder, right? (Monthly ticket adds 1 update)

Although Grete looked at the old man eagerly and wanted to go up and check him out, he never dared to act rashly.

Not to mention that Idian had already warned him, nor that there was a powerful aura coming from the cave ahead. Let’s just say that it has been said since ancient times that doctors don’t knock on the door——

As a doctor, you can only sit at home and wait for patients to come to your door. At most, you can advertise that there is a clinic here, or ring a bell to let others know "I am here."

For example, when you see a patient, you grab him and ask him if he wants treatment, or you knock on the patient's door and ask him if he needs treatment. As a doctor, you absolutely cannot do such a thing!

On the one hand, the patient may be afraid of others saying that he is sick, or he may not think that he is sick at all, or even if he knows, he may not appreciate it when others point his nose at him and say so;

On the other hand, since ancient times, patients have always paid attention to the word "seeking" when seeking medical treatment. He didn't ask for it, he didn't take it seriously and didn't listen to the doctor.

If the compliance is not good, the curative effect will not be good; if the curative effect is not good, the doctor will try to get involved, but in the end he will lose his own brand, so why bother.

So Grete shut up obediently, listened to Idian and the old man chatting, exchanging the latest situation, and then took them inside. Instead of taking a seat directly, he was brought to the back cave, in front of the largest mural:

"Come, little Gretel." Idian stood in front of the mural with his hands behind his hands, looked up for a moment, and waved to Gretel:

"Come and pay respect to the master. Then, we will go to eat."

Owner?

Where is the master?

Gretel stepped forward quickly. As soon as I stood in front of the mural, the majestic and desolate momentum immediately hit my face:

It was a vulture, a vulture larger than any bird Gret had ever seen in the rain forest. It spread its wings and swooped down. Looking at its momentum, it almost seemed to rush out of the rock wall.

The vulture is completely black except for the huge white spots on its wings. From a distance, it looks like two eyes open to the ground. There is a circle of white feathers on the exposed neck, and the exposed head, neck and crop are all painted with ocher, showing an extremely vivid red.

"Our divine bird, our revered god..."

The old man stood tremblingly on the edge, his right hand touching his chest, and he bent down with difficulty. He tapped the ground a few times with his bone staff, threw a handful of hay into the brazier next to him, and started singing loudly.

The voice was hoarse and cadenced. Following the old man's voice, the tribal warriors, women and children outside joined in the chorus one by one to pay respect to their gods.

Although Grete couldn't understand a single word of the lyrics, just standing by and listening to it felt like a vast and vast atmosphere coming to his face, as if he were high in the sky, overlooking the flowing clouds and mountains below him.

No, wait...

Gretel shook his head vigorously, sneezed, and quickly cast himself a Cleaning Technique and a Bubble Technique. Then, he moved closer to Idian:

This old man, the hay he threw into the brazier has a hallucinogenic effect!

Although it is very slight and harmless to people, especially to a level 12 nature priest like him, it actually has a little effect on guiding his mind!

"Just discovered?"

Idian's voice was thin and sweet, with a little smile:

"You can't be so unwary! - Little Grete, I'm by your side this time, and the other party is not hostile. What if you go on an adventure alone?"

Alas, sorrow. This little cub is already level 12, but he still doesn't have much vigilance... He looks like this, and if he wants to travel around the world alone without the protection of an expert, he will overturn wherever he goes!

"Aren't you here...Besides, I don't feel any danger..."

Gretel muttered softly using the communication technique. He followed Udian's example, clapped his palms three times in front of the golden eagle portrait, leaned forward slightly, and paid tribute to the divine bird in the sky. Well, just go to the temple to worship the gods...

Anyway, it doesn’t cost any money, just pay me some respects. If this condor, or if the god of this tribe wants to ask for more faith from him, he will directly say, in fact, I am the divine enlightener of the God of Nature!

The moment he lowered his head, a huge pressure came down from the air, and before Grete looked up, he suddenly put it back. When Grete straightened up, the old man had already smiled slightly and invited them out with his hand.

Grete turned back step by step. He really wanted to take a good look at the original-style murals in this cave that he had never seen before, but he could only be pulled by Udian and go out honestly.

Obviously, this cave full of murals is used to worship gods; and their residence tonight, or even the place to eat, cannot be here...

The natives have placed food in the open space outside the cave. The old priest leaned on his crutch, sat down on a large smooth stone, and invited the guests to take their seats. In front of the bonfire in the open space, the aroma overflows:

Light yellow corn mush, bubbling in a clay pot painted with black and red figures;

On the flat and smooth stone, the thin corn tortillas were roasted to brown, and an indigenous woman scooped a spoonful of meat sauce with a wooden spoon and poured it thickly on top;

Buried in the ashes beside the campfire are potatoes of various sizes. After peeling off the hot and blackened skin, they are steaming with fragrance...

Grete glanced at it and felt that he was not very hungry. Beside, Serila quickly picked up a wooden frame:

"what is this?"

There was a...well, let's just say it was a small four-legged beast strung on the wooden frame. Grete glanced at it and couldn't figure out why:

The skin had been stripped off the thing, and the four claws, if they were claws at all, had been chopped off;

Its four legs were propped up by wood and formed into an "X" shape, allowing the heat from the campfire to lick it as much as possible;

From the four legs to both sides of the body, everything was roasted to brown, and the fat flowed drop by drop on it. Occasionally, it would fall down, causing the flames below to shoot up, exciting a burst of fragrance...

"What is this?" Grete took the beast in her hand and asked Idian. Idian took one look and laughed:

"This is a guinea pig! - Well, it's not a mouse, it's not something you used for experiments, and it's not something you took out from some dirty place. These guinea pigs are raised by local people and are very clean. You can eat them with confidence!"

Gretel bared his teeth, but still didn't dare to eat. Guinea pigs, bamboo rats, Talaromyces marneffei...

A series of nouns passed through my mind. What if the skin is not peeled cleanly? What if it’s not fully cooked? just in case……

Before she could finish her thoughts, Cerela had already snatched the guinea pig and started to chew it happily. While chewing, praise at the same time:

"It's delicious! It's delicious! It's really fresh! Ha...it's a little spicy! Grete, go get a raw one and bake it so it's not spicy!"

The meat of this kind of animal will be fishy, ​​and it may not be delicious if it is not spicy...

Gretel muttered and walked forward. Glancing over, he saw that most women and children only had corn and potatoes to eat. The amount of food was quite pitiful according to his visual inspection. It was only a small bowl of corn mush and a half-fist-sized potato;

The men, especially the young warriors, were slightly better off, and could have a bowl of corn mush, a larger potato, and a corn tortilla - with a spoonful of meat sauce on top of the tortilla;

Only the warriors who seemed to be the strongest could get a guinea pig, or a leg from an unknown beast. The total intake, according to Grete's estimate...

Anyway, it’s not enough, definitely not enough.

Gretel's face darkened. He carefully walked around the bonfire, and almost everyone he saw had obvious symptoms of edema——

This is especially true for the elderly and children, especially children, whose limbs are like numb poles and whose belly is bulging. The symptoms of malnutrition are already quite obvious. So, that old man...

Is it possible that he is malnourished?

Grete came closer to Idian and asked him in a low voice. Idian sighed, simply took him up and walked towards the old man:

"Dear elder, we have a saying in Lin Xing. 'If a seed falls, a sapling will grow.' You and your people have warmly entertained us, and we will repay the same generosity with the same generosity -"

He said and nodded to Gretel. Gretel slapped the space bag, bang bang, bang bang, the two beasts fell to the ground. A warthog, an iguana, both weighing hundreds or hundreds of pounds.

Idian smiled at him and pointed to the beast on the ground:

"This is the prey we caught on the way. We also invite our friends from the Condor Department to have a taste of the fruits of our hunting. Please——"

A hint of surprise flashed across the elder's sallow face. He shouted a few words, and immediately some soldiers came forward, dragged the two beasts down, skinned them, cut them into pieces, and the women took over roasting them.

In a moment, the steaming fragrance and the surprised cries of women and children floated out from the fire pits and caves.

Gretel couldn't help but smile, his brows widened, and he leaned back slightly. Udian smiled at him and then asked the elder:

"Why, is this period of time difficult for the Condor Tribe?"

"It's very difficult. - The God in charge of growth and reproduction has stopped blessing us for several years." The elder sighed, with wrinkles on his face gathering together, looking more and more sad:

"There are fewer and fewer things grown in the fields - whether it's corn, potatoes, peppers, yams and pumpkins. In the past two years, the potato harvest was almost non-existent. Weeds and moss are no longer luxuriant, and we have to look for food on the mountains. There are fewer and fewer wild animals every day.”

"Our warriors have to walk farther and climb more mountains to catch a little prey... Even our condor, with its sharp eyes, can no longer guide us to the location of our prey. …”

So, the disaster that swept this tribe was famine?

Gretel frowned. Famine was not a disease, so there was really nothing he could do about it. Speaking of which, a few years ago, Teacher and the others killed a demigod who was full of natural power and was in charge of growth and reproduction. Could it be that this caused the famine?

"Is there any other method?"

"We have tried every possible method...the kingdom still wants us to pay taxes..."

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