The appearance of the wild is as beautiful as a flower [System]

"It's really a big tone, but there are some things you can't change at will, let alone people." Yuan Fei looked directly at Mosang: "I won't give it to you from the Big Wing Tribe. In a word, you can't withdraw it." Withdrawal?" Yuan Fei didn't want to deal with him more, so he simply spoke bluntly.

Mosang stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

"It seems that there is no agreement." Mosang's gaze did not conceal any desire, which made Yuan Fei feel sick and uncomfortable. He stood up from the vine, his eyes darkened instantly, and a vine flew out, straight towards Mosang Sang's direction flew.

Mosang grabbed the person next to him without hesitation, and stood in front of him, then retreated a few steps to stabilize his body, and the flying vine had penetrated the chest of the person in front of him.

Tick-tock blood slid down the tip of the vine.

Killing the wrong person, Yuan Fei frowned. During the moment of being stunned, Mosang drew out the long bone knife hanging on his waist, and chopped off the tip of the vine with a sound of "shua". The speed was like lightning, half of the vine It fell to the ground, shriveled instantly, and lost moisture.

However, to Yuan Fei's surprise, the vine whose tip was cut off seemed to be infected. Even though Yuan Fei had called him back, it slowly shriveled and lost its moisture in the process of crawling back.

"It's really dangerous, Yuan Fei, how much do you want my life?" Mosang said with a chuckle: "Compared with these vines, I prefer you to do it yourself. You can come here and grab my neck with your own hands. I will definitely not resist."

"Madman." Yuan Fei spat out two words with thin lips, squinted his eyes at the long bone knife in Mosang's hand, and then stopped fighting, and quickly turned into the Dayi tribe with the help of the rising power of the vines.

Yuan Fei disappeared from sight, and Mosang immediately put away his smile.

"Patriarch, what should we do now?" The man next to him with a spear asked tentatively. They had besieged the Great Wing Tribe for a long time. Now that it was winter, they had limited food, so it would be useless to drag it on.

Mosang: "Is the patriarch of the Great Wing Tribe sure about it?"

"Well, it's resolved, but he has a cub who was just put in. Some of us went to catch him, but he didn't succeed, and his throat was cut. Now the bone whistle is in the cub's hand." I said it, but the meaning is obvious. Before he died, the patriarch of the Dayi tribe gave the bone whistle that could represent the identity of the tribe patriarch to that cub. If he got the bone whistle, everything would be easy. Now——

Mosang caressed the blade of the long bone knife with his fingers, and his tone was full of calculations: "Now Yuan Fei is here, let's put aside the matter of the Great Wing Tribe, and I will try to see if the things in the priest's land can perform its magic. the power of."

***

Yuan Fei rolled over and entered the tribe, just in time to jump onto Qi's arm who was about to jump out.

Qi immediately clasped his waist tightly to prevent him from falling, Yuan Fei put the vine back after sitting firmly, and said in the most concise words: "Meet an old acquaintance."

Qi put him down: "Who is it?"

Yuan Fei thought for a while: "I forgot, I didn't remember the name." He remembered the appearance, but really didn't pay attention to what the name was.

Qi's ferocious face became softer: "I don't remember well."

Yuan Fei: "?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Yuan Fei finally turned his peripheral vision to the people surrounding him and Qi. There were quite a few people who were not in the same tribe, and they held weapons for defense. Obviously, If Yuan Fei and Qi do something, they will attack immediately, but some of them have already seen the vines on Yuan Fei just now, and Yuan Fei's expression is weird, even a little frightened.

Yuan Fei turned around and stood still, looking at a group of yellow and thin people: "We are not your enemy."

Among them, the fire witch, who will see the original non-existence, stared wide-eyed, as if he has not recovered from the shock: "You are the one from the Yanyi tribe, the messenger of the father god?!"

Yuan Fei: "I think it should be me."

In winter, even with the sun hanging high during the day, the temperature is not high. The Dayi tribe is surrounded by mist and filled with a sense of death. A bright fire is raised outside the tent, and a bone pot is placed on the fire. The leaves and some scattered pieces of meat, sitting next to Yuan Fei, smelled a unique fishy smell from the tip of his nose, which went straight to his brain.

The priest of the Great Wing Tribe was also sitting next to him, his hair was disheveled covering his entire face, his wrists were like dead wood, he scooped up some contents of the bone pot, first handed it to Huowu, and then filled it to Yuan Fei, almost all of it was water, Floating bits of flesh and scattered leaves.

The fire witch first saw the meat in the bone bowl, and was taken aback for a moment. He gave the priest a strange look—he remembered that their tribe had no more meat.

Priest: "Eat quickly, you will have the strength to fight the intruders when you are full."

The fire witch nodded, but when he saw what the priest had given to Yuan Fei, he was silent for a moment, and handed over the one from his own bone bowl, which had more meat.

Yuan Fei refused, he lowered his eyes and lifted the bone bowl close to his mouth.

As a result, Qi, who was next to him, stretched out his big hand, took the bone bowl in Yuan Fei's hand, and handed it back to the priest with a bad expression on his face.

Yuan Fei couldn't figure out Chu Qi's meaning for a moment, he paused, and gave a more reasonable explanation: "Your tribe lacks food, so you don't need to give it to us."

After hearing this, the priest nodded, took the bowl, poured the contents of the bone bowl back into the bone pot and said, "I understand what you Yanyi tribe means, but the Dayi tribe will not submit to anyone, even if you are Godfather Messenger." He raised his head, his stooped back straightened a little, and a pair of gloomy eyes were exposed in the messy hair.

Yuan Fei: "Even if your tribe is about to be captured?"

The priest closed his eyes: "The Great Wing Tribe will not be captured." When the time comes, he will light the fires around the tribe and bring everyone together to destroy them.

Yuan Fei rubbed his fingers and fell into thought: "How about cooperation? Priest, you should know that you have no leverage to negotiate with me now. If I want to do something, no matter how fast you move, you will not be faster than me. If you don't believe me, you can try."

"What do you want to do?!"

Yuan Fei stood up, and his chin outlined a hard curve like a sculpture: "It's not what I want to do, but what you want to do. The right to choose is always in your hands."

"We work together!"

When the priest and Yuan Fei were in a stalemate, the Fire Witch who was supposed to sit obediently yelled out a few words. He grabbed the bone whistle hanging around his neck, looked at Yuan Fei with his dark eyes and said word by word: "Our big wing The Horde works with you."

***

Yuan Fei stood on the steep wall of the Big Wing Tribe, standing steadily. Qi, who was sitting next to him with bent knees, took out the dried meat wrapped in animal skin and handed it to Yuan Fei's mouth.

"Is there something wrong with the bowl of soup that their priest handed over?" Yuan Fei bit the jerky and looked at the places around the tribe that were slightly moving because they were hiding people.

Qi: "No problem, you won't like to drink."

Yuan Fei's eyes slanted: "I haven't even drank, do you think I won't like it?"

Qi grabbed Yuan Fei and squeezed the meat on Yuan Fei's forearm: "He cooked the meat in the bone pot."

"..." Yuan Fei looked down at the place Qi was holding, and frowned, "Is it human flesh?" Yuan Fei was more than half sure about the questioning tone.

Qi: "En."

Yuan Fei bit the jerky in his mouth, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He pulled his arm and pulled it away from Qi's hand: "You know quite well, you can tell where the meat is on your body at a glance."

The sturdy Qi immediately shook his head like a rattle: "I'm not, I haven't eaten, I—"

"Well, I know." Yuan Fei intends to say: "I didn't say you ate it."

"Original non."

There was a low voice, Yuan Fei looked down, it was the fire witch, he stuffed the half-bitten jerky into Qi's mouth, and jumped down.

"Is something wrong?"

The fire witch's entire eye sockets were red and bloodshot. He grabbed the bone whistle on his neck, ruthlessly tore off the bone whistle, and held it in his hand: "You are the messenger of Father God, I will take you to a place." He said and looked up at Qi, and his eyes met with Qi's four eyes, and the dark tide surged: "You alone, don't bring other people."

Qi: "..."

The place Huo Wu took Yuan Fei to was the rear of the tribe. Along the way, more and more bones appeared on the ground, and Yuan Fei even saw a few human skulls.

Walking out from the Bone Land, the field of vision becomes wider. Because of the winter, almost all the leaves here have fallen off, leaving only some bare poles.

The fire witch stopped at a place similar to the altar for worshiping the gods. The altar for the altar was made of dead branches and long bones of prey, in a trapezoidal shape.

Yuan Fei: "Are you here?"

"En." The fire witch tore off the bone whistle from his neck and asked, "Does your tribe have food?"

Yuan Fei remained silent.

The fire witch murmured: "The tribe has no food. Even if the outsiders leave and retreat now, even if we find food in winter, it won't be enough—" He lowered his voice as he spoke, covering his face with his hands, as if recalling When he saw something, there was a nausea in his throat: "I ate, I ate the people I grew up with, I, I don't want to." At first, he thought there was something wrong with the contents of that bone pot, but he never thought it would be all right. It was someone who used to play and hunt with him. He reached into his throat, trying to spit out the contents of his stomach, but he couldn't spit out anything except retching.

In addition to humans, domesticated beasts were killed almost as well.

After listening to the fire witch, Yuan Fei immediately thought of the stew in the skull pot, and his throat felt a little dry: "The food of every tribe is limited, especially in winter."

"I know." The fire witch handed the bone whistle in front of Yuan Fei, and raised his head to look at him: "Whether you are the messenger of the Father God or not, our Great Wing tribe only surrenders to the real king."

Yuan Fei glanced at the yellow and white bone whistle. The person who owns the bone whistle is the next patriarch recognized by the tribe chief. The patriarch has the ability to control beasts—just give it to him, Yuan Fei said: "Your priest knows this something?"

"If you can use the bone whistle to summon the Lord of Great Wings, the priest will not say anything."

It was not immediately clear that the Big Wing tribe could control and domesticate beasts. Legend has it that in this land, there is a ferocious beast with sharp teeth that are as big as the wings of a forest, but no one has actually seen it.

"Has anyone in your tribe successfully summoned?" Yuan Fei took the bone whistle from the fire witch, saw the fire witch shook his head, and thought to himself: Even if the members of the tribe have not succeeded, he doesn't think he can succeed.

Facts proved that Yuan Fei was right. When the bone whistle blew, the surrounding area was quiet and there was no movement. Yuan Fei calmly returned the bone whistle to the fire witch: "It's useless."

The fire witch looked disappointed, and his face was frighteningly pale.

"I wonder if your so-called Lord of Great Wings has died a long time ago. Regardless of what it is, how long has it been? Not to mention humans, even prey with a longer lifespan will not survive. For thousands of years, if you use a bone whistle to summon it, it may already be a dense bone, so naturally it cannot be summoned." He touched the head of the fire witch as he spoke: "It is meaningless to expect these far-fetched things." The last sentence With a loud voice and clear facial features, the Fire Witch had never felt such aura from a female, so he couldn't help being stunned.

"Fire Witch! Not good, the enemy is attacking the tribe!"

An anxious and sharp voice broke the silence between the two, and Yuan Fei seemed to feel something in an instant, raised the corner of his eyes slightly, moved his wrist flexibly, pulled out an arrow from the back of his waist, aimed it in one direction, vertically The bow turned flat with a "shua", and shot out with a sharp arrow.

There was a "touch" sound in the distance, and the heavy object fell to the ground.

The action is fast and in one go.

Immediately, he grabbed the fire witch's arm and hid behind the tree trunk. The person who came to report was hit by several flying spears and fell to the ground.