Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Lang Rui agreed too quickly, and Qin Tian instantly felt that he seemed to have suffered a loss and should have cut harder.

They were arranged in a cave with two layers of stone beds. The stone bed looked like it was carved directly from the stone. They had been surprised when they first entered, and now they were a little numb.

Qin Qiao comforted his old father, "Father, no matter how hard you cut it, you will regret it, so don't worry! The silk thread is worthless anyway! You can't exchange it for anything." Only the Shark tribe can wear the silk ribbon.

"Father, didn't you say that people outside like the yarn made by us sharks?" Qin Qiao felt that his old father must have lied. The Chinese tribe is so powerful that they only want silk but not yarn.

Qin Tian became angry from embarrassment, "How do I know? I also heard it from the witches in my clan."

Qin Qiao was a little scared when he mentioned the shaman with a wrinkled face and slow speech, who always thought he was about to return to the arms of the beast god.

The Merman clan originally lived in the warm South China Sea. The Beast God Temple was not satisfied with their tribute of only five pieces of yarn a year and forced ten pieces of yarn to be conscripted. In the end, war burned across the South China Sea. His ancestors fled to the Beast God God during the war. In the abandoned land of Beihai, I met the blue dolphin clan and took root here.

As for the sharks born after them, according to Cong's ancestral teachings, they had never left the source of the Qin River, and at most they exchanged supplies with the Qing Dou clan.

Coming out to exchange salt this time made Qin Tian think that if the Shark clan continued to work behind closed doors like this, they would have been exterminated without waiting for the Beast Temple to find out.

Just as he was thinking about whether to establish diplomatic relations with the Chinese tribes, someone knocked on the open wooden door.

Qin Tian looked around and saw that the good-looking male orc appeared again, with a decent smile and a gentle tone, "Hello everyone, our tribe has prepared a dinner and invited your tribe to come. Please come with me."

Everyone in the Qinhe tribe looked at each other, what is the dinner?

Qin Qiao had just grown up and had no image baggage at all. He didn't understand and asked, "What is a dinner party?" It sounded very high-end.

The arc of the smile on Mao Bai's face didn't even change, and he didn't seem to laugh at them for not understanding, "It's just for dinner." Because before coming here, when Qiao Xin taught him what to say, he didn't understand it either. It was still Qiao Xin. He didn't know until Xin explained.

When they heard that they were eating, everyone swallowed unconsciously. They walked all the way, worried about whether they could eat or sleep well. Just now, for the sake of face, they didn't touch the dried fruits and meat on the table, and only drank a few bowls of sugar water. Just hungry.

The entire tribe did not stop moving because of the arrival of foreigners. They still did what they had to do. They just did not leave the tribe to go out to collect. Some tribesmen carried water to the platform.

The people of the Qinhe tribe came to the large platform in front of the cave, where a burning fire had been set up.

A group of people were busy there, washing vegetables and cutting meat.

The Qinhe tribe has not been living a good life. Seeing the piles of plants and fresh meat, their eyes glanced there unconsciously, saliva secreted involuntarily, and they swallowed silently.

Seeing them coming, everyone showed friendly smiles, and Mao Bai led them to sit down at the long table used for entertaining.

Qin Fan in the team did not focus on the food, but on the ferocious slave marks on the faces or necks of those people. He found that there was no class distinction between these slaves and ordinary orcs, and everyone worked together. Life was nothing like what he knew.

Mao Bai bent down to pour them tea. Today he was not wearing a robe, revealing the circular slave mark on his neck.

Qin Qiao's eyes widened, filled with distress. With such a big scar, it must be painful when injured!

When Niu Biao came up with a sheep on his shoulders, he saw the foreign boy staring at Mao Bai's neck. He was so angry that his nostrils were about to smoke. He glared at Qin Qiao fiercely and snorted. If Master Qiao Xin hadn't said This is a guest, and he promises to tear off the head of this guy who covets Mao Bai and use it as a ball.

Qin Qiao felt the anger and scratched his face inexplicably. Why was this person so mean to him!

Qin Fan held his hand under the table and said, "Don't stare at them, it's rude."

Qin Qiao whispered to him: "It's not because he is so good-looking, but he has such a big scar on his neck. It's a pity!"

Qin Fan was speechless. The Shark tribe lived in isolation and there were no slaves in the tribe, so it was normal for Qin Qiao not to recognize the slave mark. But it was a pity that it was your turn. "That's the slave mark."

Qin Qiao's eyes widened suddenly, "Such a beautiful orc is actually a slave!" He had never seen a slave, but he had heard that slaves generally had endless work to do, but they ate less than cubs.

Qin Fan: "...it's just that good-looking but weak orcs are most likely to become slaves."

Qin Qiao: "Really? Are there many good-looking but weak orcs building the city in Black Jing City to the west?"

Qin Fan fixed his eyes on the ceramic bowl in front of him and did not answer Qin Qiao. There were indeed many slaves in the Black Jing City under construction. When he traveled there, he was almost captured and used as a slave to fill the gap. A city.

After a long time, Qin Fan blinked and came back to his senses, "There are many black-armored warriors there, filling the city walls with dead slaves. You'd better listen to the patriarch and don't be curious about the outside world, because you have neither Strong and ugly, he is the best choice for a slave."

Qin Fan rolled his eyes at him and said, "You sound like you are very powerful. If you can go, why can't I go?"

Qin Fan sighed, "It's up to you. I've already warned you. If you want to die, no one can stop you."

Qin Tian gave the two of them a warning, "When you go back this time, you should go to the river to make rice flour and bring as much as you can to exchange for salt with the Chinese tribes. You are not allowed to go anywhere."

Qin Qiao snorted and did not respond. Although he experienced some dangers this time, it did not alleviate his desire for the outside world at all. Especially after Qin Fan went out, he came back again, which made him want to go to the outside world even more. travel!

Mao Bai's sensitive ears had heard their conversation a long time ago. Still maintaining etiquette, he poured tea for them and retreated.

Yesterday, he heard that this man named Qin Fan had been to the west, so he told Lang Rui the news.

Lang Rui asked him to always pay attention to what these people were talking about and see if he could get any useful information.

When the sky was getting late, the fire on the platform was emitting warm light. Lang Rui, Qiao Xin and Lu Yao came together. A dinner party to establish diplomatic relations with the Qinhe tribe was in full swing in the summer.

After the dinner, Mao Bai was waiting in Wu's cave. When Lang Rui and Qiao Xin came in, he quickly saluted and told them the news he had heard word for word.

"Black Thorn City!" This was not the first time Qiao Xin heard about this city. Last winter, the Green Deer Clan was captured by the Rock Dog Clan to build this city, which aroused her interest.

Qiao Xin looked at Lang Rui.

Lang Rui pondered for a moment, "Maybe we should go there and have a look. This is a hidden danger after all! It would be great if we could get some news. As for Black Rock City, wait until this year's Harvest Fair before going there."