134: Chapter 110: 6-Colored Warrior?
134: Chapter 110: 6-Colored Warrior?
After the giant eagle had flown for ten days, Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch felt as if they were in sumr.
The scorching sunlight baked the ground, causing the Old Witch and Jiang Xuan, who were used to living in the forest, to feel extrely uncomfortable.
The vegetation on the ground beca sparser, and the soil even showed signs of desertification, often raising clouds of dust when the wind blew.
From the back of the giant eagle, Jiang Xuan looked at the appalling land of the Western Wilderness, feeling particularly heavy-hearted.
The Western Wilderness had turned into this state, no longer suitable for habitation, forcing the tribes living there to migrate elsewhere.
The Western Wilderness was quite vast, so those tribes were probably still competing within the Western Wilderness for survival areas.
However, as desertification worsens and continues to spread to other places, the areas available for the West Wilderness Tribe to survive will beco increasingly small.
At that ti, they will undoubtedly migrate to other places.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan shivered because the Vine Tribe’s location was too close to the Western Wilderness!
What should be done?
Should they persuade the Divine Vine to lead the tribe to migrate elsewhere?
If that’s the case, the Vine Tribe would have to start over.
While Jiang Xuan was worried about the changes in the Western Wilderness, a forest appeared ahead, with a small lake and a small tribe within it.
Jiang Xuan said, “The giant eagle has flown for so long and is also tired.
Let’s rest at that tribe up ahead, eat sothing, and replenish so water.”
The Old Witch nodded and then directed the giant eagle to land outside the forest.
“Hoo hoo hoo…”
The giant eagle landed, stirring up a gust of wind that sent dust flying across the ground.
“Woo woo woo…”
The small tribe within the forest had long seen the giant eagle, and when it landed, two to three hundred tribespeople ard with various crude weapons surrounded them, shouting frantically.
On the back of the giant eagle, the Old Witch shouted to the tribespeople, “We are from the Eastern Wilderness’s Eagle Tribe, just passing through, looking to replenish so water, and an no harm.”
Jiang Xuan also held his Bone Spear, guarded against any sudden attacks from these people.
“Eastern Wilderness, Eagle Tribe, I’ve heard of this tribe.”
From the crowd erged an unusually tall and robust tribesman.
He had black and blue interwoven Totem Patterns painted on his face, looking very strange, sowhat like so big-eyed frog.
Behind him followed a giant frog with an alarming set of teeth.
What was even more frightening was that Jiang Xuan noticed he had six different colored horizontal stripes painted on his face!
“Six-Color Warrior?”
Jiang Xuan’s pupils contracted sharply, feeling a bit incredulous.
Jiang Xuan had been in this world for two to three years now, and not only had he never seen a Six-Color Warrior, he hadn’t even seen a Five-Color Warrior.
Most people in small tribes probably haven’t even heard that warriors co with six colors.
The most outrageous thing is, this is clearly a small tribe, and the tribespeople are as skinny as monkeys, yet there’s a Six-Color Warrior?
At this mont, the Old Witch said quietly, “Fake.”
“Fake?” Jiang Xuan looked at the Old Witch in astonishnt.
The Old Witch nodded slightly, with a faint smile on her face.
There’s this kind of trick?
What happened to the supposedly honest tribespeople?
Jiang Xuan felt a bit dumbfounded; it was his first ti seeing soone use such a thod to bluff.
In the Southern Wilderness, the warriors of each tribe were relatively honest, painting as many horizontal stripes as their strength allowed, without deceit.
Because these colored horizontal stripes aren’t just for outsiders to see, they’re also a symbol of honor for the tribe itself.
The stronger one’s strength, the more stripes they have, and their voice carries more weight in the tribe; they take more resources and are more favored by the tribe’s won.
If one doesn’t have the strength but paints many stripes, even within their own tribe, they would be drowned by everyone’s spittle.
Without turning his head, Jiang Xuan also asked quietly, “Then what rank warrior is he?”
Jiang Xuan knew that the Old Witch possessed mysterious Witch Power, so it was no surprise she could see through a warrior’s true strength.
The Old Witch confidently replied, “At most, three colors.”
Jiang Xuan was speechless; this guy dared to paint like that, not fearing being exposed and beaten to death.
At this mont, the tall tribesman with six horizontal stripes spoke.
“Hello, guests from the Eastern Wilderness.
This is the territory of the Frog Tribe.
I am the Frog Tribe leader, Six-Color Warrior, Huo ng.”
If the Old Witch were not present, seeing this person as a Six-Color Warrior would have caused Jiang Xuan so apprehension, but knowing his truth, he found it sowhat amusing.
Huo ng continued, “If you want to replenish water, you can, but you must trade sothing for it.”
The Old Witch frowned slightly and said, “Replenishing a little water requires trading sothing?”
Whether in the Southern Wilderness or the Eastern Wilderness, water was abundant, to the extent that the Old Witch never thought of it as a precious commodity nor felt it needed trading for.
Jiang Xuan could understand, though, since in his previous world, drinking water required paynt in many places.
Huo ng said, “If you are unwilling to trade, please leave our Frog Tribe territory and find water elsewhere.”
“But I must remind you that it has not rained here for over half a year, and the nearby rivers have dried up.
Even riding this giant bird, you may not find water.”
After hearing Huo ng’s words, the Old Witch’s brow furrowed even tighter, nearly wishing the giant eagle to fly right in to see if the small Frog Tribe could stop them.
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