After hearing what Jordan said, Fang Linyan was surprised and said:
“Go back now? Go back to your canyon camp? It will get dark soon. It’s quite far.”
Jordan shook his head and said:
“Don’t bother, just go to the salt pond.”
Hearing what she said, Fang Linyan breathed a sigh of relief and said:
 “Okay, let’s take you there.”
Jordan knew that human machinery was very powerful in long-distance transportation, so she did not refuse. When she left, she also told her tribe a few words, which was nothing more than cleaning the battlefield and not causing trouble.
 When leaving, you can see the centaurs outside cleaning the battlefield very actively and carefully.
Many things that Fang Linyan and the others thought were completely rubbish were picked up by these people as treasures, even half a tattered animal skin and the like. This shows the normal life of the Magram Centaur clan.
They are also quite embarrassed, and their living materials must be quite scarce.
At this time, knowing that Jordan was going over, two centaurs also accompanied them, taking some of the spoils they had sorted out with them.
Rhett Butler was obviously aware of the importance of this group of centaur allies, and was obviously unwilling to let Fang Linyan and others monopolize such resources, so he said:
“Well, Wrench, you go with Jordan, Vulture and Goat stay here to do me a favor, and I’ll send Ali to do some odd jobs for you.”
 Ali is a black man who looks very strong and can be called a typical muscular man.
Well, if you want to use a reference to describe it, the famous NBA fashionista, the famous selfless player, the famous team player, the famous rebounder Wesker Brusque is almost his template.
 Ali smiled at Fang Linyan, showing his big white teeth.
 “Please take good care of me.”
Fang Linyan nodded and said:
 “Little things.”
In order to rescue people and provide navigation guidance, Fang Linyan drove the all-terrain vehicle very fast. In about an hour, he drove to the salt pond camp of the Magram Centaur clan.
The specific location of the salt pond is located in an underground rift valley. It is very hidden. There are only seven or eight tents of various sizes. The tents look even more gray, at least from the appearance they look dirty and broken.
However, there are still a large number of shrubs and grasses growing next to the salt ponds. Probably due to genetic problems, the saline-alkali land that makes it difficult for ordinary plants to take root is like fertile soil for them, growing very well and lush.
These plants are all halosecreting plants, also known as salt-excreting plants. They are like human perspiration and excrete salt from the body.
Plants here include keyleaf grass, mangroves, petalworts, etc. They grow in soil that contains a lot of salt. The plants absorb a lot of salt, but the salt does not accumulate in the body. Instead, it passes through the surface of the leaves.
The salt-producing structure of the salt-secreting glands excretes excess salt from the body to prevent excessive accumulation of salt from causing harm.
Centaur has dedicated personnel to collect the salt secreted from the surface of the leaves of these plants and sell them as high-quality products. At the same time, they strictly protect the salt-spitting plants and only allow them to breed nearby, while all other plants are pulled out.
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In addition, there were seven or eight large wooden pile-like things around, and Fang Linyan didn't know what they were for a while.
In such a geomantic treasure land, it is obvious that the Magram Centaur clan has always maintained an observation post, so when Fang Linyan and the others approached, there were already five or six centaurs waiting in full formation, clutching the spears in their hands, and it seemed that if they disagreed, they would
Start drying.
However, when Jordan and two centaurs carrying large and small bags appeared, these centaurs, who were facing a formidable enemy, immediately approached excitedly. When counting the loot, they even raised the spears in their hands and shouted.
The excited "yo ho ho ho" sound.
With such high morale, Jordan said he was going to prepare herbal medicine, which immediately received a positive response from the group, and a group of people started working immediately.
 Because the all-terrain vehicle that he drove had some minor malfunctions on the road, Fang Linyan repaired it directly after parking the vehicle.
By the time he finished repairing it, almost half an hour had passed, so he walked around curiously.
It was already dark by this time, and a bonfire had been lit in the center of the camp. Two female centaurs were lying in a tent nearby. They were wrapped in black straw turbans and dressed similarly to Jordan. They were collecting some freshly collected food.
Herbal medicines are processed.
After taking a second look, Fang Linyan realized that the processing process was quite simple. Most fruit-based herbs were shelled, dried, placed in special jars, and then fumigated with fire. Some plant-based herbs were separated from their rhizomes.
, mash it and squeeze out the juice inside, and pour it into the bamboo tube next to it for storage.
And there is also a witch doctor in this tribe. The witch doctor is an old man who is treating an injured centaur.
Although Fang Linyan had no chance to talk to him, judging from the way the witch doctor treated the wounded and muttered words, it seemed that Jordan was more reliable.
It is worth mentioning that the two centaurs that the witch doctor was treating had just returned from outside. They were on patrol with a reconnaissance mission. As a result, they encountered a small team of the evacuating Kyrgyz tribe, and finally escaped with great difficulty.
return.
As a result, the witch doctor could only save one person, and the other centaur did not even wait for the witch doctor's rescue, and was seriously injured and died.
Facing the death of their companion, the rest of the people did not show much sadness, but two people came to carry him to a meadow not far away, facing a "big wooden stake" that Fang Linyan had seen before.
forward.
The witch doctor walked to the side of the "big wooden pile" and began to circle around it, while humming a sad-sounding song in his mouth.
It was then that Fang Linyan realized that the big wooden pile looked like some kind of plant.
Its trunk is thick and round, and looks like a big wine vat from a distance. Its diameter reaches an astonishing over half a meter, but it generally does not grow very high.
It has protruding little thorns, and the density of the thorns is comparable to that of cactus.
While the witch doctor was circling, a centaur brought a basin out and watered the roots of the "big wooden pile". As the water poured down, the top of the thing began to slowly stretch out.
Lots of tendrils.
In just about ten minutes, it changed from the shape of a short and thick wooden stake to the shape of a pot lid like a radar antenna. Of course, the crown part above is composed of countless dense and tough tendrils.
 According to the introduction by Jordan next to it, the name of this plant is "Dolankar", and there is a beautiful story:
 It is said that "Dolankar" was gifted to the centaurs by the god Thora. At this time, Fang Linyan saw only a seedling.
In the heyday of the tribe, there was a mature Dolankar. Its huge tree could be used for shade, and its nourishing fruits and branches had medicinal properties. The branches of the tree grew in all kinds of strange ways, resembling tree roots, as if the tree roots were growing on
The same as the "upside down tree" on the head.
Immediately afterwards, the dead Magram centaur was seen being sent to the tendril crown of Dolankar, and then tightly wrapped by those tentacle-like leaves.
As the deceased was brought into it, all the centaurs nearby also began to sing an elegy. It sounded like the elegy from the elves. The sadness was long and solemn, and the hoarseness was full of a primitive flavor.
As the song sounded, Fang Linyan could feel a touch of sadness, and layers of strange ripples appeared on the bark of Dolankar, which looked both illusory and real.
I heard that it only takes one day and one night for the fallen warrior to be absorbed by this magical plant, without even leaving ashes.
Jordan told Fang Linyan that this is the funeral ceremony of their Centaur tribe. The Centaur tribe respects nature, and the tribe’s funerals are all held by witch doctors. The spells are passed down by shamans, which can help the deceased return to the embrace of Mother Earth.
After the dead are turned into the nutrients of trees, their souls can be saved, and the witch doctor who casts the spell is his herbal teacher.
 Centaurs respect the deceased and believe that the body should not be insulted in any way, otherwise their souls will not be able to rest in peace, and they will not even have the opportunity to reincarnate in the next life after death.
From this point of view, Dolankar is like a body modification factory for the centaurs, not only providing them with precious medicinal materials, but also giving them religious beliefs.
And precisely because of the special relationship between centaurs and Dolankar, whenever the centaurs see such short and thick trees, they will feel a touch of respect in their hearts, as if they are meeting old friends and ancestors who have passed away.
Let them treat the tree like a relative.
Next, Jordan cut a knife on the bark of Dolankar's tree, and immediately noticed that some thick juice flowed out of it. The key was that the juice actually shone with a faint phosphorescence, which looked very strange.
Jordan also breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Whether your companions can be rescued actually depends on whether they can get Dolankar's sap------This is the main ingredient of the antidote, and it can only be secreted after our sacred tree has been sacrificed.
of."
Fang Linyan nodded and said:
 “So how soon can I get the antidote?”
 Jordan Road:
"soon."
Fang Linyan immediately understood what Jordan meant by "very quickly". It meant very quickly, at most within a minute.
The antidote is just to soak Dolankar's juice with the pills that have been processed before. Well, it looks very ugly and tastes very bad. At least it caused a lot of trouble to Fang Linyan's nose.
 Another unfortunate news is that this medicine has an expiration date. The centaur's unit of time calculation is "heap", which is how long a bonfire can burn.
Jordan told Fang Linyan that the timeliness of this thing is two "piles", which is only about four hours, but it is already dark now. If it waits until tomorrow morning to send it over, the wounded will not be able to survive by that time, and the antidote will not last long.
will expire.
To be continued...