Chapter seven hundred and forty first ancient clan rules
The atmosphere in the village immediately became tense. There seemed to be a strong murderous aura in the air. Wan Lin's eyes flashed, his hands were lowered and he looked directly into the patriarch's eyes with a cold breath. Abu's face turned pale. At a loss, he took a step forward and stood in front of Wan Lin, speaking hurriedly to the clan leader.
Wan Lin glanced at the guide Lao Liu beside him. Lao Liu shook his head slightly and said that this was the language of their tribe and he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Hahahaha" the patriarch's face suddenly changed, and he let out a burst of hearty laughter. He waved his hands to the nervous tribesmen around him, then sat down, raised his finger and pointed at Wan Lin and said: "Well, the warriors will not put down their weapons. A man can command a warrior to lay down his weapons. The same is true for us warriors of the Scimitar Tribe. No one has ever made us lay down our weapons."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and said a few more words to a few old men. Wan Lin watched them quietly as they discussed and saw several elders shaking their heads. He knew in his heart that the other party would definitely not let them walk out of here smoothly.
Sure enough, after a while, the old patriarch turned his head and looked at Wan Lin and said: "I heard from Abu that you are the saviors of my tribe. Logically speaking, I shouldn't embarrass you, but you violated our tribe's rules and broke into our home with weapons, so Our clan rules passed down from generation to generation cannot be broken. If you want to go out, you must follow our rules and leave this land."
After listening to Abu's translation, Wan Lin's mind was spinning rapidly. He didn't want to conflict with these tribesmen, but the current scene made him know that if he didn't follow the opponent's way, a conflict would definitely break out, otherwise he wouldn't be able to lead the action team out of here safely. He stared at the old patriarch and asked: "Can you please tell me how?"
After listening to Abu's translation, the patriarch raised his hand and waved to him to let Abu explain. Abu turned around and looked at the automatic rifle in Hong Tao and Feng Dao's hands behind them and said softly: "We are a hunting nation that advocates scimitars. According to the rules, there will be three swordsmanship competitions." , archery, hand-to-hand combat, and the competition is a life-and-death struggle, and the dead and injured are determined by destiny. However, we have been practicing these three techniques since we learned to walk. If you are not sure, I will go to the clan leader to beg for mercy..."
There was concern in his eyes as he continued: "If you win two out of three games, the patriarch will personally send you out of here; otherwise you will put down your weapons and obey the arbitrary disposal of our Presbyterian Council." He raised his hand in a beheading gesture.
Wan Lin nodded silently, turned around and looked into the patriarch's eyes and said coldly: "You tell the patriarch that we agree." Wan Lin knew that for the martial people, only force can solve the problem, otherwise it would be difficult for them to get out of this vast land. mountains and forests
He knew in his heart that it was quite dangerous to fight against such a group of hunters who had been living in the mountains and forests for generations. Every hunter here holding a machete was an expert in mountain warfare. You didn’t know that a cold arrow would be shot from that stone or grass nest. The mountains were their home. Killing animals is their instinct and there is no way to avoid casualties.
Moreover, these people themselves are not their enemies. Avoiding conflicts as much as possible is the best way to solve the current predicament. He cannot easily risk the lives of his team members here.
Abu turned his face to the patriarch and loudly translated Wan Lin's words. The old patriarch showed a smile on his face and shouted something to the surrounding people. The people around him suddenly raised their weapons and burst into an earth-shattering roar.
At this time, many women and children poured out of the rooms on the edge of the circular courtyard, all looking curiously at the group of uninvited guests. Some young girls wearing local colorful costumes also gathered around and pointed at the action team members. whisper
For the ancient martial tribes, nothing excites them more than competing with outsiders. This is an opportunity for them to show their ancestral martial arts to the world. It is also an opportunity for these young hunters to show their majesty to the tribal girls.
After listening to the format of the competition introduced by Abu, Wan Lin had already planned in his mind who to send on the field. The one who is most familiar with archery in the team is none other than himself. Among the team, there are many experts in hand-to-hand combat. No matter who he sends, there will not be much risk. Only Swordsman selection is a problem
As far as he knew, these members of the team had practiced martial arts since childhood and had basically learned their own sword skills. However, after joining the commando team, they rarely touched knives, and it was against these scimitar masters known as the scimitar tribe. Wan Lin's heart It’s really unreasonable
Wan Lin glanced back hesitantly and suddenly saw Feng Dao following behind him. He smiled in his heart. There was a ready-made knife master in front of him. The small flying knife was already superb in Feng Dao's hands, and the wind was so good. The internal strength of the sword is profound and the skill is extremely impressive
Thinking of this, Wan Lin quietly turned around and nodded to the old patriarch, then turned back to the team members and pressed down his hands. The team members immediately lowered the muzzle of their guns to show that they had no ill intentions.
At this time, the old clan leader saw Wan Lin's actions and waved to the clan members around him. Everyone also put down their weapons.
The patriarch turned around and looked at Abu, whose eyes seemed to be hesitating whether to let him play. Obviously Abu was a good scimitar player in the clan. When Abu saw the patriarch's eyes, he immediately turned his head to the side, obviously indicating that he would not fight with the descendants of his benefactor.
Seeing Abu's attitude, the patriarch understood what he was thinking. He turned around and said something to the two men who had been standing behind him. One of the two strong men behind him handed the AK47 assault rifle in his hand to his companion and walked to the field from the side. Looking at Wan Lin coldly
When Abu saw the patriarch talking to the bodyguards behind him, his expression changed drastically and he whispered to Wan Lin: "You have to be careful. The patriarch is going to send Ahu and Abao to play. Ahu is the best scimitar master in the clan. He is ruthless and the knife can't draw blood." Buhui A Bao is a master of archery and martial arts in the clan. His arrows are bloody, and his subordinates never leave a living person to fight against these two people. There is no precedent for people to come out of here alive."
Wan Lin frowned when he heard this. He didn't want to fight to the death with these scimitar warriors. He just wanted to lead the action team out of here safely as soon as possible. But if the other party was ruthless, he might even hurt someone.
Wan Lin understands that this is a martial arts competition, but if one of his own injures the other party, it may still be difficult to get out of here safely. This is really a headache for him. Now he can only watch one step at a time, and be ready for battle at any time.
Thinking of this, Wan Lin raised his right hand and touched his earlobe. Hong Tao and Feng Dao had been staring at Wan Lin closely. Seeing his actions at this time, they also raised their hands and touched his earlobe as if nothing had happened to remind the team members behind them at any time. Be prepared for battle h3>The author has something to say/h3>An additional chapter will be added at 10 o'clock, thank you friends for voting!