"Get out!"

A lot of scolding finally converged into a roar.

The barbarian, who had been slapped hard, walked out of the tent with his head down and covering his face.

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

"I was negligent!"

The barbarian sincerely apologized.

"Hmm!"

The figure nodded noncommittally.

"What are we going to do next?"

The barbarian looked at the other man's expression and asked with some caution.

"Do it as planned!"

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

"But, before ......"

The barbarians hesitated.

"Mistakes have already been made, whether they are corrected or made up, they will only give the other party more opportunities - unless they are sure to kill the opponent with one blow, otherwise, they will only make more and more mistakes!"

The figure said slowly, and the eyes hidden under the hood glanced coldly at the barbarian in front of him.

Suddenly, the heart of this barbarian rose, and a feeling of a sword approaching his eyes.

"Aren't you there? It's easy for you to face that Zelgan, right? ”

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

"Our purpose is much more than just a Zelgaon!"

The figure neither recognized nor denied.

"Yes, yes, I know!"

The barbarian nodded repeatedly.

And in the barbarian nodding repeatedly, the figure disappeared in place.

There was silence in the tent.

……

At the barbarian leader's speed. It was supposed to be a two-day journey. It was done in a day and a half.

"There's the Chiktae tribe ahead!"

The leader of the barbarians named Rook stood on a rock. He pointed to the staggered camp in the distance.

The surrounding barbarians let out inexplicable cheers.

I couldn't understand it, but the excitement was clearly conveyable.

Obviously, whether it is the Emerald or the Barbarian, the understanding of the concept of 'home' is the same.

Dean stepped 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 hill that is not steep as its basestone. It starts at the foot of the mountain and continues to the mountainside.

One felt tent after another, like umbrella mushrooms.

The barking of cows and sheep and the barking of dogs came from time to time.

Tall, sturdy barbarian soldiers patrolled the foot of the hill along the 'walls' made of wood and stone.

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

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

"Rook!"

The approaching barbarian saw the barbarian leader at first glance, and sent a hug and laughter, and then. Only then did he look at Dean and the others.

"Who are they?"

The approaching barbarian asked.

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

Luke said without concealment.

Or rather. The barbarians will not show it in tactful terms.

However, the barbarian in front of him was much more good-tempered than Ruke, although there was a look of disgust on his face, but he did not rush up and do it directly.

"I want to see the Cloth Hammer!"

Dean didn't go around in circles and said straight to the point.

This direct way of talking is one of the few places where Dean likes barbarians.

"Follow me!"

The barbarian replied.

So saying, the barbarian turned and led the way.

And the entry of Dean and his entourage naturally brought a trace of strangeness to the Chektor tribe in front of them.

A large number of barbarians gathered around and pointed at Dean and his party.

However, it is obvious that the barbarians who lead the team have considerable prestige and do not make the surrounding barbarians impulsive, but the unfriendly looks of the surrounding barbarians are still worrying.

At least Miviel was scared and followed the tiger.

The tiger looked around indifferently, and although the fellow Ke'er bared his teeth at the unfriendly barbarians from time to time, he did not make further movements, but the miserable white teeth had quite a deterrent effect.

"You'd better stay calm, if you take the initiative, the whole thing will be irreparable...... Even a wedge can't save you! ”

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

Compared to Miviel, the tiger with its huge size and fangs and claws are more intimidating, and Dean, although tall and strong in the eyes of ordinary people, is just an ordinary size among barbarians, as for those accompanying guards? It was not even taken into the eyes of the leading barbarian.

"Thanks for the reminder!"

Dean replied with a smile.

"Humph!"

However, such an answer was exchanged for a cold snort from the leading barbarian.

The leading barbarian did not say a word, but led Dean and his party higher and higher until they reached a larger felt tent halfway up the mountain.

"My brother, you're finally here!"

The picket, who had not been seen for a long time, had already stood in front of the tent, and when he saw Dean, he stretched out his arms and walked over quickly.

"If something like this happens, I'm bound to come!"

Dean replied after hugging the other.

"I'm sorry!"

Cloth Hammer, who was a few points stronger again in Bidion's memory, said very embarrassedly, and then, without waiting for Dean to answer, Cloth Gong looked at the barbarian who led the way, and said, "Pagoda, thank you for leading the way!" ”

"Cloth Hammer, you should be more of a barbarian than an Emerald Man!"

Hearing Bu Gong's thanks, the barbarian who led the way frowned, and then turned straight away.

"Tashi is one of the few people in the entire tribe that I trust...... Although the temper is not very good! ”

Cloth invited Dean into the felt tent, and Tiger and the rest of the people stayed outside.

"Such a temper is among the barbarians. That's a good deal! ”

Dean said with a smile.

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

Cloth Gong joked.

"Okay. I'll admit it! ”

Dean responded.

Suddenly. Both of them laughed, and there was not a hint of grief on Bu Gong's face for the loss of his grandfather and father—in fact, in the barbarian tradition, there was a different understanding of death.

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

And there, the dead barbarians will gain eternal life!

Especially if you die in battle, you will receive great respect and honor.

Of course, if you are murdered, you are definitely not in the ranks.

"The whole situation in the tribe is bad right now. The people who have the strength to compete for the position of patriarch are all people worthy of our suspicion, but this number is at least ten, and if you count the various branches, this number is even more...... Moreover, until now, the cause of death of grandfather and father has not been clarified! ”

Although Bu Gong was accused by the other barbarians of not being like a barbarian, he also did not greet like the Emerald Man. After the laughter was over, Bu Gong spoke.

And. Bu Gong's words were extremely clear.

He had his own suspicions about who might do it.

It's just that there are too many people who are suspicious.

"What about the elders of Chicta?"

Dean asked.

The Barbarian Elder, the wisdom of a clan, holds a secret art that no one knows.

"Elder Dan is also trying to find answers, but there is no more result...... However, one thing is for sure, my grandfather and father died of poisoning! ”

Bu Gong said with certainty.

"Will I be able to meet this elder?"

Dean asked.

"Of course!"

With a nod, Boo stood up and led Dean towards another felt tent.

The felt tent wasn't far from the tent, only a few dozen paces away, so Dean could clearly see the trees outside the felt tent.

It's not too tall, but it's verdant and full of life.

This kind of verdant greenery, just a dozen small trees, constructs the feeling of a large forest.

It's not an illusion or an illusion, it's the most real sense of existence.

"Elder Dan is able to communicate with plants, and, with the help of plants!"

Walking beside Dean and seeing Dean's surprise, Bu Gong explained.

"What an amazing ability!"

Dean praised, and there was nothing false about such praise.

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

"Well, I once saw Elder Dan bring all the big trees back to life when I was a child, fending off the enemy!"

Bu Gong recalled, his tone with reverence.

Then, just as he was about to say something, the little saplings trembled, and a voice rang out—

"Bu Gong, is it Lord Zelgang who has arrived?"

The old voice came from inside the tent.

"Yes, Elder Dan!"

Bu Gong replied respectfully.

"Come in!"

The old voice sounded again.

Buff winked at Dean, and the two of them walked towards the tent at the same time.

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

Green grass, instead of thick leather blankets.

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

If it weren't for the fact that he was entering a tent, Dean would even think that he was entering a treehouse.

And in the center of this tent, a thin old man with a very different body from an ordinary barbarian, was sitting cross-legged 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 transmitted to the bottom of Dean's heart.

"Elder Dan!"

Dean greeted the other.

"Lord Zelgan!"

The other party motioned for Dean to sit down, and then, looking at Bu Gong, he said softly: "Bu Gong, I want to talk to Lord Zelgang in private, can you stay outside and not let people approach?" ”

"Yes, Elder!"

Bu Gong nodded and walked outside.

And just after Bu Gong left, this Dan Elder wrote two jade words in front of his eyes at an extremely fast speed-

Be careful!

PS first update ~ (to be continued......) R1292