After the giant eagle flew for ten days, Jiang Xuan and the old witch felt like they were in summer.
The hot sun was scorching the ground, making Lao Wu and Jiang Xuan, who were accustomed to living in the forest, feel extremely uncomfortable.
The vegetation on the ground is even sparser, and the soil is even showing signs of desertification. Once the wind blows, it often blows dust all over the sky.
On the back of the giant eagle, Jiang Xuan looked at the shocking land of the Western Wilderness, feeling extremely heavy in his heart.
The Western Wilderness has become like this and is no longer livable. Then the tribes living in these places will definitely migrate to other places.
The Western Wilderness is relatively vast, so those tribes should still be competing with each other for survival areas in the Western Wilderness.
However, when desertification becomes more and more serious and continues to spread to other places, the place for the tribes of the Western Wilderness to survive will become smaller and smaller.
By that time, they will definitely migrate to other places.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan felt shuddering, because the Vine Tribe's location was too close to the Western Wasteland!
What should we do? Do we need to convince Shen Teng to take the tribe to move somewhere else?
If this is the case, the Vine Tribe will have to start all over again.
Just when Jiang Xuan was worried about the changes in the Western Wilderness, a forest appeared in front of him. There was also a small lake in the forest, as well as small tribes.
Jiang Xuandao: "The giant eagle is tired after flying for so long. Let's go to the tribe in front to take a rest, eat something and drink some water."
The old witch nodded and let the giant eagle land outside the woods.
"Huhuhu..."
The giant eagle landed and set off a strong wind, causing dust on the ground to fly.
"Woooooooo..."
The small tribe in the woods had discovered the giant eagle a long time ago. When the giant eagle landed, two to three hundred tribesmen armed with various crude primitive weapons gathered around it.
On the back of the giant eagle, the old witch shouted to these tribesmen: "I am a member of the Eastern Wild Eagle Tribe. We are just passing by here and want to add some water. There is no harm."
Jiang Xuan also held the bone spear to guard against sudden attacks by these people.
"Eastern Wasteland, Eagle Tribe, I seem to have heard of this tribe."
Among the crowd, an unusually tall and strong tribesman walked out.
There are black and cyan totem patterns painted on his face, which are very strange, a bit like some kind of frog with big eyes.
Behind him, there was a giant frog with a mouth full of teeth, which was very scary.
What's even more frightening is that Jiang Xuan discovered that he had six horizontal stripes of different colors painted on his face!
"Six-color warrior?"
Jiang Xuan's pupils shrank sharply, feeling a little unbelievable.
It has been two or three years since Jiang Xuan came to this world. Not to mention six-color warriors, he has never seen even five-color warriors.
Even most people in small tribes may have never heard of it, and there are six colors of warriors.
The most outrageous thing is that this is just a small tribe, and the tribesmen are all as thin as monkeys. Is it so lucky that a six-color warrior actually appears?
At this moment, the old witch said in an inaudible voice: "Fake."
"Fake?" Jiang Xuan looked at the old witch in shock.
The old witch nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his face.
Is there still such an operation? Where are the honest tribesmen we promised?
Jiang Xuan felt a little confused. This was the first time he had seen someone use this method to bluff someone.
In the Southern Wilderness, the warriors of each tribe were relatively honest. They would have as many horizontal stripes as they had, and they would not cheat.
Because these colored horizontal stripes are not only for people from outside the tribe, but also for people in the tribe. They are a symbol of glory.
The stronger the person is and the more horizontal stripes he has, the more powerful he will be in the tribe, he will have more resources, and he will be more popular among tribe women.
If you don't have that strength, but you draw a lot of horizontal stripes, you will be drowned in everyone's spit even in your own tribe.
Jiang Xuan didn't turn his head and asked in the same inaudible voice: "Then what kind of warrior is he?"
Jiang Xuan knew that the old witch possessed mysterious witchcraft power, and it was not surprising that he could see through the true strength of the warrior.
The old witch replied firmly: "At most three colors."
Jiang Xuan was speechless for a while. This guy really dared to draw, and he wasn't afraid of being beaten to death if someone found out.
At this moment, the tall tribesman with six horizontal stripes spoke.
"Hello, guests from the Eastern Wasteland. This is the territory of the Frog Tribe. I am the leader of the Frog Tribe, a warrior of six colors, Huo Meng."
If the old witch hadn't been around, Jiang Xuan might have been a little wary at first glance that this man was a six-color warrior, but after knowing his details, he only found it a bit funny.
Huo Meng continued: "If you want to replenish the water, you can, but you have to exchange it for something."
The old witch frowned slightly and said, "To replenish some water, do you need to exchange something for it?"
There is no shortage of water, whether in the Southern Wilderness or the Eastern Wilderness, so much so that the old witch doesn't even think that water is such a precious thing, let alone that it needs to be exchanged for things.
Jiang Xuan could understand, after all, in his previous world, you had to pay for drinking water in many places.
Huo Meng said: "If you are not willing to exchange, please leave the territory of our frog tribe and go to drink water elsewhere."
"But I want to remind you that it has not rained here for more than half a year, and the nearby rivers have dried up. Even if you ride this big bird, you may not be able to find water."
After hearing what Huo Meng said, the old witch frowned even more tightly. He even wanted the giant eagle to fly in directly, but he wanted to see if this small frog tribe could stop them.
The old witch usually seems like a good guy, but that doesn't mean he really has no temper.
If you really offend him, the consequences will be dire.
At this moment, Jiang Xuan said to the old wizard: "We are here to investigate the situation, and now is a good opportunity to give them something casually. Not only can we replenish water, but we can also ask them what is going on here.
"
After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, the old witch felt that it made sense, especially since Huo Meng said that it had not rained nearby for more than half a year. This situation was obviously very abnormal.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! So, the old witch suppressed his anger and said: "Then just give them something."
Jiang Xuan looked into the things they carried, and finally took out a pottery bowl, raised it, and said: "Chief Huo Meng, how about we use this precious pottery bowl to exchange for your water?"
Huo Meng stared at the bowl and looked carefully. He found that the pottery was much better than the pottery in his tribe, so he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay."
Jiang Xuan added: "You have to fill up our water bottles and water bags, and you have to let the giant eagle drink enough water."
"No problem!" Huo Meng agreed wholeheartedly, because the Frog tribe had a lake, and water would continuously come out of the lake.
"Okay, then take us in to drink water. After drinking the water, fill up the water bag, and I will give you this precious pottery bowl."
Huo Meng looked at the giant eagle with fear, not wanting them to enter the tribe, so he said: "Bring over your water bottle, and I will ask the soldiers to help you pack it."
Jiang Xuan shook his head and said: "No, we are not familiar with each other. What if you poison the water?"
"How could our frog tribe do such a thing?" Huo Meng was very dissatisfied with Jiang Xuan's suspicion.
Jiang Xuan said again: "There are only two of us. With so many of you, and Leader Huo Meng, a six-color warrior like you, are you still afraid of us entering the tribe to drink water?"
When Huo Meng heard the words "six-color warrior", his expression suddenly froze. He thought for a moment and reluctantly agreed: "Am I, the six-color warrior, afraid of you? Since you want to go in and drink water, then come with me.
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Huo Meng waved his hand, and the members of the Frog Tribe immediately moved out of the way.
Jiang Xuan and the old witch still did not get off the back of the giant eagle, so they rode the giant eagle into the frog tribe.
The forest where the frog tribe is located is not large, but it is a rare oasis in this arid land with severe desertification.
Although it is winter, because the weather here is hot and there is water, the leaves are still green.
The giant eagle is too big. Fortunately, the forest is not dense and the trees are relatively tall, otherwise it would be difficult to walk.
After entering the woods, Jiang Xuan saw many strange frogs.
Some of them are squatting on the ground, some are squatting on the trees, and they come in different shapes and sizes.
Among them, there are many frogs that are highly poisonous, but they all jumped away after seeing the giant eagle.
As Huo Meng walked, he looked back from time to time to look at the giant eagle and the two people on its back.
This giant eagle gave him a very strong sense of threat, and the two people on the eagle's back didn't seem to be easy to mess with.
To be continued...