At night, everything seemed to fall asleep. Everything in the sea and the sky was quiet, but the sound of the waves seemed so clear at this moment. The lighthouse of the Saber Water Bay in the distance was still flashing with lights, like a tenacious guard on the ruins, still guarding this land with great responsibility.

The walking team was holding torches, scattering like broken pearls on the coastal roads.

When I arrived at the tavern in Saber Water Bay, the inside was already filled with slaves rescued from the ship.

In their eyes, even the tavern without a door was extremely comfortable and comfortable. They lay in a row with the blankets and bedding left by the pirates, but they still closed their eyes and dared not open it. It seemed that even the faint light of the torch needed to slowly adapt.

Just as they adapt to sudden freedom.

Now the Saber Water Bay has to do too much, basically the way to catch the toad and get out of the platinum, these little leaders are even busier.

Lao Liu's team found several batteries in the spacecraft and was trying to disassemble them. Anyway, the spacecraft was a sewing monster, so I just tossed them.

The team of Zero Lions was in the tavern, and their subordinates were distributing water and food, but the children inside were still in fear and could not extricate themselves from making much progress. So the Lion tried to appease the young children in the slaves with his own efforts, and told a fairy tale about a hundred princes pursuing a princess.

The story style is normal, but when he talks about the rule of this competition, "Whoever loses will have to marry Princess Ayi Tubi", the plot becomes suspicious.

...If you choose one unlucky person among a hundred people, the scene must be very tragic.

"Who are the people from the Brown Pond Tribe here?" I asked the lion responsible for taking care of the captives.

The lion was surrounded by children and was about to take out a box of fake chess pieces from his arms. When he heard the question, he hurriedly stuffed it back into his arms and replied: "Sir! Why are you... you here!"

"Can't I come? Where there is any infringement, there is my lawyer's letter. You should understand this. If you don't fight hard, you still have time to develop board games? It seems that the training is not enough..."

The lion cried and grabbed a few dirty children from the inside, "Sir, are you looking for the Brown Pool Tribe? There are more than 70 counts this time, but they are all children. According to Commander Eaton's guess, they should have been caught and prepared to be trained to become space pirates. You see, these are the oldest we have rescued."

I feel a little headache when I see these children who are no more than ten years old. I am not good at dealing with children...

Finally I decided to ask the tallest-looking kid.

I stuffed a piece of rice cake into his hand, "You are from the Brown Pool Tribe, are you? Do you recognize someone named Jay? You can eat it for you if you say it!"

"Sister Jay! Do you know her!"

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Then there was an hour of inefficiency, unrhythm, talkative, and adding fuel to the fire. I felt that the workload was not less than rewriting the "Biography of King Gesar"!

...I hope there is no element for children to recreate their art.

Finally, I finally sorted out the situation in the children's mouths.

As I discovered, this planet does have my allies, but it is in a bad situation.

Things will probably start from the day she left my ranch and returned to the tribe.

After the Jays finished their visit to Ore Town, they returned to the Brown Pool Tribe with a large amount of medicine and seeds, and told the tribe that the elders had told them about this magical experience.

The elder of the tribe didn't believe her story, but could not explain what she brought back. He probably thought she had discovered an ancient refuge.

At the request of the Jay, it was finally decided to carry out a planting pilot according to her ideas to prove her argument.

The result of the experiment was that the first wave of harvest for the tribe was ushered in.

In the memories of these children, the tribe members who had been living through hunger during the spring famine actually ate a yellow-brown round fruit for the first time. After feeding the entire tribe, there were even many surpluses filled the warehouse and the cellar.

From that day on, the jay's status changed from a low-level custodian of the fire, a candidate for the elders of the tribe, to a formal shaman who was in charge of agriculture and animal husbandry, and had a very noble status.

What these kids know is that from that day on their Jay Sister had a tall tent of their own, and they could eat fresh, hot baked potatoes as long as they went over and played.

However, after the potato harvest, the cultivation of crops such as pineapple fell into a deadlock due to the barren land and failed to bear fruit as she described.

In the memories of the children, it seems that Jays once suggested the method I suggested to the Great Elder.

However, after migrating to the abundant water and grass, the distant land suitable for planting was directly rejected - the Brown Pond tribe is undergoing seasonal migration, and interruption without reason is regarded as a great disrespect to the ancestors.

As for what I warned about spreading crop seeds on a large scale and trying to avoid the crime of possessing a treasure from the tribe, it was executed by discount. The special fire transmission mode of the Brown Pond Tribe led them to stop sending fire custodians to engage in diplomacy with surrounding tribes, looking for reliable allies, and then use magical crop seeds as gifts.

Such behavior cannot be said to be wrong, but there are some risks...

The seasonal migration of tribes is a group behavior for these moderate tribes. Many tribes will gather together to complete long journeys to prevent the grassland from exhausting its ground power.

The Brown Pool Tribe has a relatively reliable group of allies relying on generous provision of planting technology and long-term friendly exchanges. Over the past year, everyone has been well fed and happy.

But a sudden toxic dust cloud enveloped the lake blue hermit crab grassland.

In the children's memories, the light green and toxic dust gradually traveled through the entire grassland as the black storm came from the depths of the northern desert. Wherever they went, animals died, plants withered, crops died, water sources were polluted, and members who ventured to hunt outdoors would gradually ulcerate their skin, vomit blood in their mouths, and finally died tragically.

After the toxic dust, the Brown Pool Tribe completely broke out with the actions of the large army.

The lack of food caused the original allies to come to ask for supplies many times. The children said that the transported cattle and horses would appear from morning to night, like unsatisfied mosquitoes and flies surrounding the bison.

Not long after, the food of the Brown Pond Tribe became anxious. At this time, Jays finally had the opportunity to run around the tribe again and called on everyone to go to the tribe holy land - Corilo Mountain!

In order to improve her persuasion, she kept emphasizing that the miracle she encountered happened in the Colori Mountains, and that only she could be saved there!

Finally, the Brown Pool tribe quietly escaped from the environment surrounded by wolves one night, and moved to the Colori Mountains, looking for hope to survive.

But near the Colori Mountains, the fertile Hatio Plain is the territory of the barbarian tribe. They found out about the deeds of the Brown Pool Tribe, and all of them were dispatched to rob and kill halfway. Many tribe members were killed, and these children were captured and sold to these passing interstellar pirates for resources.

So until the end, they couldn't tell whether the jay had escaped.

When these barbarian tribes attacked, they also found many familiar faces in the Allied tribes, but this time they rode on horseback and expressed "good intention" with sticks and bows.
Chapter completed!