Gao Yi suppressed his physical discomfort, lowered his head, picked up the bag thrown beside the bonfire, and walked slowly over.
The weakness caused by excessive blood loss made him dizzy for a while, and as the paralysis of the Pyracantha thorns slowly faded away, the pain from the wound on his ribs struck by the dark dragon's forefoot became even more painful.
He was crushed and injured his ribs when he escaped from the ground, and was injured by a turtle. Xuanqi was silent. Gao Yi estimated that the ribs of the two horses with cracks had been broken by now, along with other
Several ribs were lacerated.
When Gao Yi approached the bonfire, he felt a few pairs of eyes that were either indifferent or hostile.
He still doesn't understand the situation, but he knows that if he talks too much in front of that reckless man, he won't get any good results, so he would rather keep his mouth shut.
Six or seven people were sitting near or far from the campfire.
Gao Yi was very interested and sat downwind. The swaying campfire flickered in and out of light in the wind. Several shrub root knots and animal bones were burning in the fire, emitting a unique aroma.
Sitting at the top is a character with a fair face and the appearance of a scholar. He is in his thirties, with round face and rosy eyes, and a hooked nose. Although he is dressed as a scholar, he does not wear a belt, and his lower body is in tight-fitting brocade trousers, which is enough to illustrate his appearance.
The scribe's gown was nothing more than a covering.
This guy just glanced at Maghe and lowered his eyelids, continuing to fiddle with a branch in his hand, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
Squatting next to him three feet away was a man in black clothes covered in blood. His age could not be seen from his face alone. His face was stained with sweat. He had a pair of deep-socketed eagle eyes, looking at Gao Yi with scorching eyes. He had a pair of feet at his feet.
Used straw tiger shoes.
This kind of straw-woven tiger shoes is a specialty from the river basin and has a strong Qilu style.
In particular, there is a round protective pocket at the back of the tiger shoes, which is a unique style of the Qilu area.
The grass used for weaving is either the special products of Juyeze - black grass and lingfeng grass, or the thunderbird feather reed or red sungrass from Leize. These kinds of unique Osawa grass are not only wear-resistant, but also very effective for certain warriors.
These abilities have unique strengthening and improvement effects.
Gao Yi was no stranger to this kind of gadgets, because when he was hanging around in the Tianshan Guards, a concubine of the Guard Sima was a descendant of the Za family, and was especially good at making plant-based protective gear.
He had seen the other party weave a cloak for his husband using night ghost quinoa unique to Xingxiu Sea mixed with snow-capped mountain silk.
He was very curious at the time and asked specifically.
Master Sima's concubine had a good impression of Gao Yi and introduced him to some knowledge in this area, so he roughly knew some of the Za family's styles and practices in this area.
This guy should be from the land of Qingyan.
The other two people leaning on the slope away from the bonfire were probably partners.
One person has a strong build, a gray shirt, and a pair of swords under his ribs. The other person also wears a somewhat shabby green robe, but he does not see any weapons with him, but there is an unclear scar on his scorched face.
What is formed.
Both of them just glanced at Ma Zhe and then looked away. They didn't know whether they looked down on Ma Zhe, who was seriously injured, or they didn't want to cause more trouble.
The guy who has been playing with the animal bones on the fire has a white cloth scarf wrapped on his head. He has a black face and a short beard. There seems to be a scar under the corner of his eye. He has sharp eyes. He is dressed in blue clothes and has a cloth wrapped on his back.
It's a long object, but I can't tell what it is.
When the other party heard Gao Yi's approaching footsteps, he just turned his head and glanced at Ma Zhe, focusing his attention on the burning animal bones again and no longer paying attention to Gao Yi.
Behind him, there was a guy who was half-relying on the mound and taking a nap. He was probably around forty years old. He wore a blue-gray mandarin jacket and seemed to be wrapped in a layer of oily leather armor from the upper part of his legs to the crotch, as well as his feet.
A pair of dusty leather boots and a long sheathed knife were placed aside, but the handle of the knife was held in this guy's hand.
Finally, there was a guy who looked a little thin, curled up on the edge of a bush six feet away from him like a timid rabbit, staring at him with a pair of vigilant eyes.
The long cloth boots were tied up with a horse rope, which looked a bit nondescript. A scabbard sword was placed aside, more like an ornament. A cloth bag was tightly held in his hand, and the other hand was even directly inserted into the cloth bag.
I don't know what this guy wants to do.
Until now, Gao Yi still hasn't figured out what kind of situation this is.
The bushy-bearded man obviously doesn't seem to be in the same group as the few people here, but why does the other party want to come here to be with these guys by himself?
And it is obvious that except for the man in gray shirt and the man in green robe, these people should be in the same group. The others should be unfamiliar or even unknown to each other. This can be seen from their guarded postures towards each other.
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The attitude of these people towards their arrival was also very strange. They neither welcomed nor seemed to object. They were like pedestrians joining the group on the road, which was indescribably strange.
Gao Yi didn't think too much, and he couldn't allow him to think too much now.
The injuries on his body are not serious. On the Mongolia Plateau, and in a group where it is difficult to distinguish between friends and foes, no one knows what will happen next. The smartest way is to restore one's abilities as quickly as possible.
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Of course, if you encounter a bushy-bearded man like that before or the guy next to him who is filled with a certain special aura and wants to harm you, even if you recover to a level that doubles your normal abilities, it will still be a point.
A life that is wiped out in seconds.
However, it seemed that the bushy-bearded man did not want his own life, but wanted to drive himself and this group of people to do something.
This is what Gao Yi is most confused about. This little bit of his own background is like an ant in front of the other party. What use can he put it to?
Thinking of this, Gao Yi couldn't help but laugh at himself. As the rough man said, he was really not qualified to wander into the Mongolia wilderness. Even a land turtle could almost kill him. Compared to
Perhaps any one of the group of people in front of him could kill him easily, if they were willing.
These thoughts just passed by. Gao Yi quickly sat cross-legged, then took out the half-deflated oil bag from the leather bag, squeezed the oil into his palm, and took out a piece of rune paper with his other hand.
He raised his fingers to ignite it, and the runes burned with blue flames that blended with the oil. Gao Yi then opened his clothes, pressed his hands hard on his ribs, and started kneading them.
The severe pain instantly caused Gao Yi's face to turn from bluish-white to red, then to purple and swollen, and finally to gray-white again, as the medicine slowly seeped into his body.
Gao Yi's skillful and seasoned techniques attracted the attention of several people in the campfire, but none of them said a word.
A contemptuous smile flashed across the corner of the long-robed scribe's mouth. The man in black was quite interested, and his eyes lingered on Gao Yi for a long time.
The men in gray robes and green robes just looked at Gao Yi's movements, seeming to be exploring something.
The little guy who looked like a little doormat was surprised, and the corners of his mouth moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.