In the forest south of the Vine Tribe, six young men were walking cautiously while protecting an old man.
The old man has white beard and hair, but he is in good spirits, and there is a horizontal stripe on his face, which shows that he is a one-color warrior.
In fact, not many tribal people can live to old age.
Because the living environment is so harsh, not only do they lack food and clothing, but as people age, their body functions decline, and they are more likely to get sick.
In such a harsh environment, once you contract the disease, if the witch in the tribe has powerful witch doctor skills, he may be able to survive. If the witch in the tribe is a half-hearted person, whether he can survive can only depend on God's will.
There is another problem, that is, when a warrior gets old, his strength will gradually decline.
Even if you are an extremely powerful five-color warrior, when you get old and weak, you may become a two-color warrior, or even a one-color warrior.
If you get older and become weaker, you won't be able to draw even a single horizontal line on your face.
This old man can still maintain the strength of an Isshiki warrior at such an old age, which shows that he was once a powerful warrior.
It can be seen from the careful protection of the six young men that this old man has a very high status.
When they walked to the front of Thunder Mountain of the Vine Tribe, they saw a huge stone with a totem pattern painted with mineral pigments.
At the same time, a pair of eyes were watching their every move among the thorns.
One of the young people said excitedly: "It's a totem pattern. We really found a tribe."
Others were also very excited, because it was not easy for them to get here. Many people died on the way. If they continued walking, they would all die.
This is the tragedy of tourists. After losing the protection of the tribe, it is too difficult to survive in the dangerous jungle.
The six young men were about to move forward immediately, but at this time, the old man stopped them.
"Don't go in!"
The six young men looked back at the old man, obviously not understanding why he stopped them from entering.
The old man said: "For the sake of safety, many tribes will set up a large number of traps around them. If you rush in rashly, you will die without knowing how."
"Then...then what should we do?"
The young men suddenly understood, and then they all looked at the old man, hoping that he would come up with an idea.
The old man said: "Shout, call out the people of this tribe. If they are willing to accept us, they will naturally take us in. If they are unwilling to accept us, we will have to avoid this tribe's territory."
One of the young men immediately shouted: "Is there anyone there? We are tourists who came here to seek refuge..."
After the young man finished shouting, he looked at the empty forest and felt that it was unlikely that anyone would respond.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Wait where you are!"
The six young men looked at the still empty forest and felt creepy because they had no idea where the people were hiding.
At this time, they were extremely glad that they listened to the old man's words and did not rush inside rashly, otherwise they might really die in unknown circumstances.
In the forest, the person who answered was the secret whistle of the Vine Tribe.
He hid in a pit among thorn bushes. After shouting, he quickly walked along the tunnel next to the pit for a while, then emerged from behind a very hidden big rock, and passed the message to the next person, and the next person.
The people then pass the news back to the tribe.
It didn't take long for Jiang Xuan to learn about the arrival of tourists.
"Go over and have a look."
Today, the Vine Tribe is not in short supply of food, and it is more than enough to accommodate a few tourists.
When Jiang Xuan went out, Nan Xing immediately brought twenty soldiers of the guard to accompany him, not only to protect the leader, but also to show the tribe's power to the tourists.
When Jiang Xuan arrived at Thunder Mountain, the tourists were already waiting anxiously.
The only exception was the old man, who seemed very calm.
Jiang Xuan walked up to these tourists and said: "This is the Teng tribe, and I am the leader of the Teng tribe, Xuan."
Nan Xing and others stood behind Jiang Xuan, holding weapons and staring at the tourists warily.
After hearing Jiang Xuan's words, the tourists were a little shocked, because Jiang Xuan was really too young, even younger than their age.
What's even more outrageous is that he has four horizontal lines painted on his face, which means that at such a young age, he is actually a powerful four-color warrior.
Even the old man was very surprised by this. He had never seen such a young four-color warrior in all his years of life.
Jiang Xuan was used to other people's reactions when they heard that he was the leader. He continued: "Do you want to join our Vine Tribe?"
When saying this, Jiang Xuan looked at the old man specifically.
Although he still has a horizontal stripe on his face, he is still too old. If it were another tribe, he would definitely refuse the old man to join.
The old man said: "We really want to join the Vine Tribe and ask Chief Xuan to take us in."
Jiang Xuan pointed at the young tourists and said: "Of course there is nothing wrong with them, but you need to give me a reason to take them in."
It's not that Jiang Xuan is hard-hearted. If he randomly recruits an old tourist to return to the tribe, I'm afraid the tribe members will have objections.
After all, as you get older, you will naturally have less work to do. If you don’t have special skills, you will be a burden to the tribe.
If he is an old man of his own tribe, that's fine. After all, he has contributed to the tribe before.
But he is a tourist and has no connection with the Vine tribe for the time being.
The young tourists were anxious and wanted to plead with Jiang Xuan to let the old man stay.
But the old man reached out his hand to stop them again, walked up to Jiang Xuan, and said: "Chief Xuan, I know how to break stones, and I won't eat for free."
"Yes, yes, leader Xuan, Grandpa Blackstone's stone tools are very beautiful."
"That's right."
The young tourists all agreed and tried their best to tell Jiang Xuan how good and durable the stone tools the old man named "Black Stone" was.
Jiang Xuan asked in surprise: "Are you a stone tool master?"
"That's right."
Old Man Blackstone asked the young tourists to put down the two animal skin bags and opened the mouths of the bags, revealing a large number of tools for polishing stone tools inside.
There are stone hammers, stone nails, stone chisels, stone drills...
Jiang Xuan felt that it was an eye-opener. It was the first time for him to see so many professional stone tools.
The Vine tribe polished their stone tools simply and roughly by smashing, knocking, and then grinding them hard.
It is really rare for an old man to be equipped with a lot of tools.
Jiang Xuan suddenly realized that the tribesmen in this world have existed for a very long time. Although they are still in the primitive era, they have accumulated a lot of technology and experience.
For example, witch doctor skills, such as the technology of polishing stone tools and bone tools, are much more sophisticated than he imagined.
The Vine Tribe is currently short of these professionals.
After Jiang Xuan saw this pile of professional tools and noticed the thick calluses on Old Blackstone's hands, he immediately said: "The Vine Tribe can temporarily take you in, but whether you can join or not depends on your performance."
"Thank you, Chief Xuan, for taking me in."
Jiang Xuan's words made the young tourists breathe a sigh of relief. The old man's expression was relatively calm. It was obvious that he had experienced many things and had become very calm.
"Let's go, follow me."
Jiang Xuan led the seven tourists into the woods and followed a specific route. When passing through the cage vine area, they also drilled a tunnel.
Along the way, through Jiang Xuan's casual guidance, these tourists saw a large number of terrifying traps and terrifying plants.
This made them very glad that they did not rush in rashly.
When they walked out of the forest, they saw a large open field of crops, where many Vine tribe members were working.
There are hundreds of houses, large and small, arranged neatly.
The most shocking thing is the huge divine vines that wrap around the stone mountain, and the giant dragonflies that fly across the sky from time to time, setting off a gust of wind.
They were shocked to find that this small tribe was different from other tribes in every way and felt very powerful.
After seeing the Vine Tribe, Old Man Blackstone was finally moved. Although the Vine Tribe was not large in size, it was definitely the most special tribe he had ever seen.
Jiang Xuan took them to a newly built empty house on the right side of the tribe and said to them: "You will live here first and take a rest today. Food will be delivered. Starting tomorrow, we will start working."
"In addition, what is on top of the stone mountain is the patron saint of our Vine tribe. Remember, you must not offend the god, otherwise you will be expelled from the tribe."
The tourists nodded one after another, indicating that they remembered it.
To be continued...