Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Qihorshi always frowned.

His fellows in the moose-horse tribe often asked him what he was worried about.

But he just shook his head, took a sip of the foamy wine, and said nothing.

Some things were useless to tell them.

It had been several days since his brother Scela and four compatriots left with the man named Jin who claimed to be "the descendant of Dong".

Qihorshi could not resist the decision of the old chieftain of the tribe and his brother Scela.

As long as the two most influential people in the tribe decided to contact the "human tribe", most of the moose-horse in the tribe would not object.

But he always had a heavy wariness of Jin and the "human" who was about to come here.

Whether it was the old chieftain or Scela, they were too unguarded against "humans".

Except for Dong, we knew almost nothing about them, and except for Dong, we had not had long-term contact with a "human".

Not all "humans" are like Dong, just like their moose and horses, not all of them are warriors, there are also cowards among them.

This is inevitable.

Qikhorshi took another sip of wine, without saying a word, frowning like a hemp rope, staring at the tall gray-white gate of the tribe.

I must keep a close eye on that group of "humans". Qikhorshi thought. As long as they do something that is not good for the tribe, I will expose them!

This is my responsibility!

Thinking of this, he suddenly heard the shouts of compatriots from the stone towers on both sides of the gray-white gate, mixed with excited tongue sticking sounds.

What happened?

Qikhorshi looked up and saw the compatriots who were responsible for guarding the entrance and exit on the tower, shouting loudly towards the bottom of the tower.

Then, other compatriots stepped on their four hooves and ran towards the house where the old chief was.

What happened?

He had originally slanted his lower body on the floor so that his upper body could stand upright to drink, but now he stood up from the floor.

I have to go and see.

Qihorshi put down the wooden wine cup with strange patterns, walked out of the house with limited vision, and stepped on the muddy ground of the street with four hooves.

The streets piled with mud are the tradition of the moose-horse tribe.

They could have paved the road with hard materials such as stones and bricks, but they were unwilling to do so.

The moose-horse believed that stepping on the mud every day could make them feel comfortable.

At this moment, many moose-horses had gathered in front of the huge gray-white gate.

The movement just now made them curious and gathered around, asking each other what happened.

The moose-horse who went to report the news to the old chief quickly ran back and said something to the guards.

After a while, the gray-white gate was raised upwards with a rumbling sound.

Qihorshi frowned again as he watched this scene.

Generally speaking, the only entrance and exit of the Elk Tribe is rarely opened.

Every time it is opened, there are Elk Tribe warriors going in and out, mostly going hunting or returning from hunting.

The only team that has recently left the Elk Tribe and has not returned is the team led by Scela, but their purpose is not hunting.

So, Scela and his team are back?

Then, have the "human tribe members" who they are going to contact and have just established their foothold recently also come with them?

If so, I will go forward and take a good look.

If I find something wrong, I will definitely do something to stop the old chief and Scela!

Qiholxi immediately stepped forward quickly, looking at the dense crowd in front of him, he shouted loudly: "Get out of the way! Let me pass!"

The Elk Tribe turned around and saw that it was Qiholxi.

Although he was not as good as Scela, he was also a brave warrior in the tribe and respected, so the Elk Tribes made way for him.

Qikhorshi was able to come to the side of the gray-white gate. In addition to seeing the moose warriors who were responsible for guarding, he saw a familiar figure.

Scela walked in with a spear and a huge shield on his back.

His safe return was immediately cheered by the moose warriors, and he waved enthusiastically in response.

After all, there are many dangers outside the tribe. Even a brave warrior like Scela could not guarantee that he would not be able to return one day.

Therefore, over time, the tribe has retained such a custom-every time a warrior returns, everyone will give a cheer of celebration.

In this way, the cohesion of the tribe can be seen.

And Scela always receives the warmest cheers.

This is natural. Qikhorshi thought. After all, my brother is the most powerful warrior in the entire tribe.

His brows just relaxed a little after seeing Scela return safely, and frowned again when he saw the strange figure next to Scela.

These people...

Beside Scela were Jin and a man in a black robe wearing a triangular hat.

At this moment, they walked into the gate of the tribe side by side, with Scela and Jin on the left and right, with the man in the black robe as the center.

Why is this stranger the center? What's going on?

If it was Jin, it would be fine.

He was once misunderstood as disrespecting the tribe's beliefs because he did not understand the "Moon Etiquette", which angered the tribal warriors including Scela.

However, Jin then challenged many warriors including Scela and Chikhorshi, and won consecutive battles, which made everyone have to admit his admiration.

Later, Jin realized that some of his previous actions had offended the tribe's beliefs, so he apologized sincerely, which won him a lot of respect.

Among them was Scela, who Jin had never met before. He and Jin later had a good chat and became good friends.

After that, Scela decided to help the moose and horse tribe contact the "human tribe".

Of course, even if Chikhorshi lost to Jin, he still failed to fully recognize him.

It is one thing to be inferior to others in skills, and it is another thing to fully trust the other party.

However, even so, if it was Jin who stood in the middle of the three people at this moment, he could accept it.

After all, their tribe respects "combat power first", and Jin defeated Scela, so he is qualified to be surrounded, worshipped and respected.

So, if it was Jin, it would be fine, but why is it that the person standing in the middle now is neither Scela nor Jin?

Qiholxi, who is very familiar with Scela, can even observe that Scela is pointing to various places in the tribe while showing respect for the man in black robe.

This respect obviously exceeds his respect for Jin, as if the old chieftain himself is next to him.

How is it possible?

Who is that man? Why is Scela so... to him?

Before he can guess the reason, Qiholxi's eyes suddenly widened.

Because he noticed that one of the two compatriots who came in next was injured!

The injured compatriot was supported by another compatriot, and there were obvious bandage marks on his body, but it was not the treatment method of their tribe.

Qiholxi realized that the person who helped the injured compatriot to treat the wound was probably a "human".

The next moment, a group of humans came in one after another, and finally the two moose centaur warrior compatriots.

Among this group of humans, in Qiholxi's opinion, most of them were so short that they seemed to be abnormally developed.

Only the tall, round man made him look more.

Did this group of humans just come in?

Our compatriots were injured, so they were so careless to let humans heal them?

Scela and his people mastered the tribe's treatment methods, why didn't they do it themselves?

All kinds of questions came to his mind.

For Qiholshi, who has always been cautious and vigilant, this situation made him very unhappy.

However, when Scela noticed him and happily introduced him to the black-robed man next to him, he still tried his best to be patient and restrained.

The black-robed man, whom Scela called "German", performed a not-so-standard "Moon Ceremony" to Qiholshi.

Qiholshi also responded, after all, faith cannot be blasphemed.

Because of Dong, Qiholshi also understood some human languages, so it was easy for him to talk to humans.

But he was unwilling to do so, and remained silent with a cold look.

Scela also knew his brother's attitude, so he did not force his brother to communicate with humans such as German and Jin.

Afterwards, Scela led German, Jin and two female humans to see the old chief.

The rest of the humans, led by the moose centaur warriors who had become familiar with them in the past few days, wandered around the tribe.

Qiholxi, however, did not have such leisure time, and would not take the initiative to lead the way for strange humans.

What he was most concerned about now was the injured compatriot.

He used human medical treatment methods without authorization, which was really... What if he got infected and needed to have his limbs amputated and became disabled?

Isn't this risking the rest of his life?

It was really too careless!

Qiholxi had to see the wound of the compatriot with his own eyes.

He rushed over and did see the wound, because the doctor of the tribe was checking the wound of the compatriot under the bandage.

"How is it?" Qiholxi came over and asked in the moose centaur language with a frown.

The old doctor also replied in a language mixed with tongue-thrusting sounds:

"Very good...very good medical skills, there is nothing wrong with his wound, apply our herbs, it will heal faster."

"Hmm? Are you sure? Nothing wrong? Will it not get infected or something? No need for amputation?"

Hearing "amputation", the injured compatriot couldn't help but tremble all over, and looked at Qiholshi in astonishment.

Amputation, for a warrior, is a bleak future.

"Of course not." The old doctor looked at Qiholshi in confusion, "I'm not sure what means the people who bandaged him used, but the result of the wound is obviously good now."

The injured moose centaur warrior heard it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiholshi's brows relaxed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said "That's good", and then planned to leave.

At this time, he noticed that one of the humans in the group had actually walked in.

What was she doing here?

That was a female human who was the last in height even among the group of humans. She had a hat with a red cross symbol on her long pink shawl hair and a mask on her face.

After Scela brought the humans into the tribe, he introduced these humans to everyone in the tribe one by one.

Qihorsi remembered that this extremely short woman seemed to be named... Sambika?

It's such a difficult name to pronounce. If you pronounce it with the pronunciation habits of the Moose, Centaur and Horse tribes, it will make Qihorsi's tongue very uncomfortable.

He didn't intend to call out Sambika, but just watched her approach with doubts, not understanding why she appeared here.

I saw Sambika holding her hands together awkwardly, interlacing her fingers, her big eyes flashing, curiously looking at the strange herbs that the old doctor applied to the wounds of her compatriots.

"This... this..." Sambika seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage, but soon deflated like a balloon, "Well..."

However, the old doctor's intuition was very accurate. He looked down at the herbs in his hand, and then the folds on the moose's head unfolded.

"You want to see this herb, right?" The old doctor said to Sambika in broken human language and as kindly as possible.

Sambika nodded vigorously as if pounding garlic.

The old doctor laughed: "It was you who treated this wound, right?"

Sambika nodded again.

The old doctor smiled even more happily: "Then come here, come here, and I will show you that this herb is useful, very useful, and yours is also very useful."

Sambika breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

Qihorsi watched her walking past him, doubts rising in his heart.

Did such a short, weak woman treat the wound?

He originally thought that doctors should be as tall and strong as the old doctors of their tribe, with scars all over their bodies from battles, but he never thought about Sambika.

Qihorsi did not stay here long, he walked out of the stone house.

Before long, he heard that the old chief was going to entertain this group of humans at the Moon Sacrifice Celebration held tonight.

Speaking of the Moon Sacrifice, Sisaier'a brought this group of humans back at just the right time, which happened to be their monthly Moon Sacrifice.

This sacrifice is the most sacred sacrifice of their tribe. It is not easy for outsiders to participate. Over the years, Dong is the exception.

It seemed that the four humans that Scel'a brought to see the old chief left a very good impression on the old chief.

Most of the voices in the tribe seemed to be welcoming.

However, I will never agree with them just like that. They are not from our clan, and their hearts will not be with us!

Dark night fell, and when the holy moon they saw rose into the sky, the Moon Sacrifice began.

The moose and horses gathered around the huge bonfire, singing and dancing. What they sang were all passionate words, and what they moved were war dances.

Everyone sat on the ground, not caring about the mud on the ground, and just enjoyed the food placed on the long table in front of them.

Qihorsi was drinking again. The wine was soaked with his favorite insect eggs, which were still squirming. He took a bite, and the juicy and delicious food bloomed on his tongue.

He couldn't help but turn his eyes to the group of humans sitting opposite him. They followed the Romans and sat cross-legged in the mud.

However, no matter how they imitate them, they are not moose and centaurs after all, and they will definitely look strange.

A girl in her fifties like Bisji, who loves beauty, is actually not willing to sit on the floor.

But she finally gave in. She just looked at the mud on her hands and her body stiffened for a long time.

Qihorsi noticed that his brother, Scel'a, was personally entertaining the group of humans.

Especially for the one named Germain, I have too much respect!

Why, Scel, what is it about these humans that makes you do this?

Are you still the strongest warrior of our clan?

How could the most powerful warrior show his humility to alien humans so easily?

Qihorsi's dissatisfaction was building up in his heart, but when he saw a pair of figures on the human side, he couldn't help but froze.

Of these two people, one was the tall, fat man Buhara, whom he had paid more attention to during the day, and the other was Menqi with five braids.

The long table in front of the human being is filled with various delicacies of the moose, human, and horse tribes.

However, most of these humans only pick some cooked meat, fruits, and vegetables to eat, but they don't touch the real essence - the insects.

However, Menqi and Buhara are exceptions.

But they just picked those bugs to eat. The fatter and juicier they were, the more they lifted them up and gnawed them, and then talked to a stick.

In fact, the stick was Menqi and Buhara's recording pen. They wanted to record their first feelings about these delicacies.

He saw again that Men Qi first looked around cautiously, then took out a vial, sprinkled something on the chrysalis, then continued to nibble, and finally nodded repeatedly.

That...could it be seasoning?

Qihorsi frowned.

It seems that among human beings, there are also many strange and weird people.

He sighed softly, but still refused to acknowledge this group of humans.

Chihorsi then looked in the direction of the old chief.

The old chief sat directly in front of the Moon Sacrifice Site, and the group of humans sat not far from him, so the old chief could watch with a smile.

He is much older. Chihorsi thought. More than ten years ago, he was no longer the most powerful warrior in the tribe, but his wisdom and vision were still needed by the tribe.

Therefore, the old chief has been in the tribe where "combat power is supreme" until now.

However, Qiholxi knew that the old chief would abdicate soon.

Either next year or the year after, the old chief would give way to Scela.

And both the old chief and Scela were overly friendly and trusting of this group of humans because of Dong.

Will their decision bring disaster to the tribe?

Qiholxi didn't know whether such a future would come, but he wanted to judge it in his own way.

So he stood up, shook off the mud on his body, and then walked towards... German in a menacing manner.

Scela noticed that his younger brother came over, and thought that his younger brother had thought it through and came to say hello, but he didn't expect to see a serious expression on his younger brother's face.

Chikhorshi suddenly spoke to Germain in the language of the moose centaurs:

"Our tribe has the custom of celebrating the moon sacrifice through duels. Human warriors, if you are brave enough, stand up and duel with me quickly!"

Chikhorshi did not use human language, this was his insistence.

He believed that his brother would translate for him to Germain.

Let him see through the details of this human in this battle and judge what kind of person this human is!