It is not difficult to find a blue-topped tent, because the brass rooster-like decoration swings in the wind above the tent shines brightly in the sun. This rooster-like decoration symbolizes a special industry on the grassland, map vendors. As we all know, the difficulty in drawing maps in the grassland is mainly due to the overly singular terrain and inconsistent moving settlements. This makes the natural reference objects and artificial reference objects that the map depends on lose the reference coordinates, and the water systems distributed on the grassland are obviously not enough to support the coordinate system of the entire grassland.

Therefore, most veterans who find ways on the grassland will use three things as references. The best pathfinders are inspired by the spirit of the audience and rely on the stars in the sky to distinguish directions. The paths they guide are often the most accurate. A slightly worse guide makes clever use of nature, relying on the sun, wind direction and other means, they can point out the approximate direction, but sometimes errors are inevitable. Once again, tourists at the first level give the road to other creatures to guide them. In addition to humans, wild animals have their own methods to migrate according to this certain law. People who often deal with wilderness can use this law to distinguish directions.

Of course, most people who are leaders on the grassland have these three abilities at the same time, but they vary in their proficiency. So in this case, what is the meaning of maps in the grassland? It may not be important for ordinary shepherds who rely on tribes to live, but it is crucial for those who convey information or trade between tribes.

Such a mysterious place was set up in the noisy West Market, adjacent to the food vendors, and there was no guard at the door. Keras knew the special status of the map merchant on the grassland, so after seeing the rooster logo, he had already informed his two companions about the special identity of the owner of the tent. Lothar and the others were happy to see it. After all, they came to seek help. The more powerful the help they were, the more effective the help they could provide. This is true, if the people in the tent were really willing to provide help.

"Swoosh!" When the count reached out to lift the curtain, the rapid sound of breaking through the air made him subconsciously withdraw his extended arm. However, although Lothar's movement was already very fast, the object making the sound still hit the back of his hand lightly and heavily, and then fell to the ground. It was a mud ball, to be precise, a mud ball that was carefully kneaded to the size of a knuckle, which was quite strong.

Losa stared at the mud on the ground and hesitated for a moment. He missed the opportunity to find the source of the mud, so he didn't intend to waste time looking around. What he was thinking now was who used this method to tease him and what was its purpose. Using this kind of ammunition without lethality means that the other party has no real hostility. What was he going to do? Warn the count to let him retreat? But, this is the place Ensord mentioned, and the White Wolf has no need and motivation to deceive them. Or is it actually a change here when the White Wolf didn't know it?

The count thought a lot in his mind, but his hands were not slow. No matter what the other party meant, the curtain still had to be opened. Now they had cut the clues because it wasted a lot of time to pursue the smell. The hotel owners who might have helped were mostly nowhere to find them. The only thing they could count on now is this. Regardless of what is behind the curtain, they had to look at it before they could decide.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!" More strong winds were accompanied by the shattered sound of breaking through the air, but for the Earl who had suffered a loss, the same method could not work for the second time, even if the number was increased. The raised hand waved it a little bit twice in the air, and two of the three mud balls were shot down, and the last one was pinched in Lossa with two fingers, and then crushed it with force like a demonstration. Now, the Earl was a little unhappy. An unexpected surprise attack might be a kind-hearted body shape or a warning with a sense of expulsion, but if the same thing happened again, it would make people feel bored and teased.

"Do you want me to find the shooter?" Ata saw the situation of the two attacks behind her. Her sky blue eyes had locked in the figure hiding in the crowd. As long as she took action, she could catch the sneaky shooter in less than a few breaths. But the count shook his head slightly, and just reached out to lift the curtain again.

"Swoosh! Ding! Swoosh!" There were subtle changes in the sound of breaking through the air, but the mud ball is a mud ball. No matter how exquisite it is, it cannot bring substantial... "Ah!"

Losa covered his hand, and a clear red mark appeared on the back of his hand, and the one that fell to the ground and injured him was no longer a mud ball, but two small bronze balls. The changes in the sound of breaking through the air I heard just now, I think it was probably the two small balls that collided with each other in the air. This is also the reason why there were two sounds of breaking through the air, but there was only one in Losa's hand. The anger of being played with three consecutive times made the count raise his head. He had locked the shooter, and his right foot, which had slightly retreated, was ready to turn around.

"Lao Jiu! Stop making trouble! Let the guests come in!" Cang's old voice was a little blame and helpless. It could be heard that the owner of the voice and the shooter who blocked Lossa and the others from entering should have known each other. The title of Lao Jiu also explained some problems. When Lossa and the others actually walked into the yurt and saw the woman with gullies on their faces, the situation was already very clear.

"No intention to offend. It was Ensord who asked us to come here." This was the first time that the Count had seen a grassland family led by women. Generally speaking, women would not have such a status in such a society. But looking at this room, except for a large amount of parchment and straw paper, there was only this master. Judging from the clothes she was wearing, she did not look like a hardworking woman.

"The White Wolf has known it. Don't worry, you two, I know what you are here for." The woman smiled, which gave people a feeling of dissonance. Women of her age would always show a warm and kind smile. But although the wrinkles on her face changed with her smile, the smile showed gentleness and vitality that was inconsistent with her age, and was at least twenty years apart from her appearance.

As the conversation was about to go further, the curtain was lifted, and a boy who looked less than ten years old walked in with a slingshot in his hand and looked unhappy, "Mom! You promised to go with me to see the pack team today! We agreed a few days ago!"

The woman sighed, "Lao Jiu, don't make trouble. Mom is working. I'll wait for mom for a while, mom will take you to see."
Chapter completed!