I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Seeing the old man say these words calmly, I couldn't help but frown. I only glanced at the crowd who were still watching in the distance, and then patted my forehead with the back of my hand again...

“Puedodartemáscomida.” (I can give you more food)

The old man laughed and shook his head...

"Hhhh, Seelesentrarememnossoterritorio,elesdevemsercomidos!"

Then his face turned cold again...

"Omaisimportante, elesmagoarammeupovo!"

I frowned and turned to look at the tour guide, because what the old man said now sounded like Brazilian Portuguese...

The tour guide immediately understood what I meant, and after hesitating for a moment, he translated the meaning of the sentence just now...

"He said that because the outsiders broke into their territory, they should be eaten. Most importantly, the outsiders hurt his people..."

Seeing this, the old man smiled and added...

"Hhh, Eless? ocomidafornecidaporXolotl, edeixar-osirserámuitoruimnofuturo!"

The director hurried to catch up...

"He said they were food given by Xolotl, and if they were let go, the future would be bad..."

I narrowed my eyes slightly...

"Did he just say Xolotl?"

The director was taken aback, and said "Yes", but there was deep doubt in his eyes, because...

"Do you know this person?"

I glanced at the calm old man and the big man behind him, and my eyes became serious...

"Sholotel is the god of thunder and death in Aztec mythology. In Aztec legend, the world is about to disappear with the destruction of the sun, so the gods wanted to give mankind a new home. , decided to sacrifice himself to create a new sun, but Shulotel escaped from it because he did not want to sacrifice himself..."

"Don't you think this is very similar to the tribe in front of you? Moreover, this old man can not only speak Spanish, but also the local Brazilian Portuguese. It seems that this small tribe is not as simple as it seems..."

The director nodded thoughtfully...

"One is the lingua franca of the natives of Brazil, and the other is Spanish. He seems to be able to..."

I didn't answer, but looked at the old man with deep eyes, and said tentatively...

"habéisemigradodeméxico?" (Did you migrate from Mexico?)

The old man was taken aback, his eyes flashed with thought, and he said to the director, "Istofoihámuitotempo," and pointed at me with a puzzled expression...

"Como ocê sabia?"

The director moves closer...

"He said that the incident was very early, and asked, how did you know?"

I narrowed my eyes slightly...

"This old man's Spanish seems to be half-baked, but he can understand a little bit, but he speaks Brazilian Portuguese very fluently, so the origin of their tribe is not difficult to guess, but you don't need to translate this passage, you can ask them now, how is it?" That’s why you’re willing to let him go, if he’s willing to give you a good condition, if he says there’s nothing to talk about, then back off and leave the rest to me…”

Seeing the smiling and polite expression on my face, but my words were so straightforward, the guide's eyes flashed immediately, and he turned to look at the old man, keeping his face calm...

"Olá, oquepossotrocarpormeucompanheiros..." (hello, what do I use to exchange my companion...)

The old man sneered...

"Acomidadadan? opodesertrocada...aaaaa~" (The food given, cannot be traded, I...ahhhhhh)

Before the words fell, I took advantage of the gap between the two of them focusing on the tour guide, threw out the flying claws, dragged the panic-stricken old man over, and said coldly, "Find a place to hide by yourself. "Okay", then he activated the jets on the soles of his feet suddenly, picked up the big man who turned around and was about to escape, swept past all the terrified crowd, and landed in front of the dungeon...

As soon as I landed, several spears flew towards me...

"A little bit!"

"slightly!"

Seeing that I was surrounded by male savages holding weapons and shouting constantly, I smiled coldly, and immediately activated the ejection flying claw + rotation function, and waved all the arrows away...

clack clack clatter~

When the arrow landed on the ground, I quickly glanced at the situation in the dungeon. When I found that the two savages inside were still covered, I didn't know what was going on. I opened the door of the dungeon and greeted all the savages present. With horrified eyes, he used his flying claws to pull the two of them out one by one...

"Ah ah ah~"

"Slightly slightly~ahah~"

At the same time, several savages tried to rush up with weapons, but I was followed by a big swing, and the people who were pumped were turned on their backs and staggered...

The female savages in the distance were even more chaotic, fleeing outward one after another, as if they were going to fly separately...

Seeing this extremely miserable scene, the old man at the foot finally couldn't bear it any longer. He hurriedly held back the pain and struggled to get up. He yelled at me as if begging for mercy.

"A little bit~"

However, I didn't understand at all, I just pointed to the dungeon under my feet, and replied coldly...

"Dejairalagente!" (Put the man free)

……

5 minutes later, the sky is getting dark...

At this time, dozens of male savages were gathering in the open space in front of the hut. At this time, they should have eaten, rested or sang and danced around the bonfire, but now they were kneeling and prostrating around a man...

The surroundings are even more terrifyingly quiet, only the swaying bonfire, the crackling sound of cracking wood from time to time, and the chirping of birds, beasts and insects from outside the tribe...

Listening to the clear birdsong in the distance, I looked at the six people who were still soundly asleep under my feet, frowned slightly, then glanced at the savages who surrounded me in a circle ten meters away, and finally put my eyes on On the old man in front of me...

"Cuandomiamigosedespierte, nos Vamos!" (We leave when my friend wakes up)

The old man nodded blankly and didn't make a sound. The other people also looked chilled. The big man before couldn't speak for a long time, so he could only lower his head and look at me in fear...

Alas, I should have done this a long time ago, and I still have scruples about this and that, what a trouble...

Cursing my lips, I turned my head and glanced at the fence around the tribe, wondering where the tour guide went...

When I looked back, I suddenly found a piece of animal skin hanging in the hut, and when I saw the picture on the animal skin, my eyes suddenly changed...

That's right, the thing painted on it is very familiar to me, and it is exactly what I have tried so hard to find...

Boundary machine!

Without any hesitation, I immediately pointed to the animal skin, my eyes were bright...

"Loquiero." (I want it!)