Chapter 1691: We want to eat sheep and sheep, the kind of sheep and sheep that can run

The iron-headed eagle made a complete turn around the blue grassland, and McGonagall stared down attentively almost all the way, but there was still no trace of the polar black goat.
If they really live on the blue grassland and are about to become a kind of supply material for Mai Mi Restaurant, then they have at least an objective holding amount, shouldn't it be so difficult to find?
"System, isn't your information wrong? Or is it ... you lost your sheep?" McGonagall asked in his heart.
"Please ask the host to complete the task independently," the system replied.
McGonagall rolled his eyes. "If the sheep is not on the blue grassland, you are a dog."
"Please host respect this system. This system is not a dog system!" The system said seriously.
"Hey, I boast that your sheep are well raised, it's a shepherd." McGonagall laughed.
"That's natural. This system is a omnipotent kitchen breeding system, shepherd ..." The voice of the system was suddenly agitated, "Isn't shepherd a dog?"
"I don't know if the shepherd is a dog, but you are a real dog." McGonagall rolled his eyes, and in such a large grassland, the ghost knew where the system kept the sheep.
"Look, there are tents there, as if there were shepherds." Abeia Mia said, pointing to the right.
Meg looked in the direction of her finger. It was already close to the northwest border of the grassland. In the distance there was a towering snow mountain. The melting snow water of the snow mountain melted into a river, meandering into the grassland, and those Tents made of various animal skins were set up along the banks of the river.
"Since there are herdsmen, let's go and see. Maybe they know where the goats can be caught." McGonagall had an idea in his heart and signaled the iron-headed eagle to descend.
"Woo"
Harsh horns came from the herder's tent. Women and children ran back to the tent. The men came to the tent with their long bows and spears, and watched the subdued giant eagle with vigilance and fear. .
They have never seen such a huge hawk on the blue grassland, and their domestic snow hawk is not even as good as one of its paws.
But they have nowhere to go, and behind them are their homes and loved ones.
"Chief, what is that ?!" a young man asked with a quivering voice as he looked at the old man standing in front of him.
"Maybe it's from the back of the snow mountain. Don't panic. If its target is a flock of sheep, let it eat. If its target is a tent, we will stop it if we die!" Yi Di Shen said.
"Yes!"
The herdsmen answered in unison.
However, the giant eagle did not come directly to the tent, circled around, and slowly landed on the side of the mound, and then came down from the giant eagle a group of people.
"Chiefer, there are still people on the eagle's back!"
"Those people don't seem to be hostile to us."
The herdsmen were surprised when they saw this scene, but their expressions were relaxed a lot.
"Don't relax your vigilance, it's not yet certain whether they are good or bad." Edie groaned, as sharply as the falcon stared at the group of people coming down from the hawk.
There are a total of twelve people, a man, nine women, and two children. Seeing that their clothing should not belong to the grassland, being able to domesticate such giant eagles as mounts is definitely not an ordinary person. They are just on this grassland. How an ordinary nomadic tribe can provoke such people.
"They seem to be afraid of us?" Amy hugged the ugly duckling and looked at the herds with a bow and arrow and spear in a distance looking at them with a puzzled expression. "We are so cute."
"Meow meow ~" The ugly duckling sold a cute in her arms.
"Excluding you." Amy glanced at it without hesitation.
"Meow" The ugly duckling was discouraged, rolled her eyes and lost her dream.
"We are considered uninvited guests, and it is normal for them to be vigilant, and we will be normal in a while." McGonagall smiled and led the crowd toward the tent.
These herders do not seem to differ much from herders elsewhere. Blue silver grass provides them with a fertile pasture that is hard to find in the northwest, and snow water solves their drinking problems.
However, it may be because of the blue-silver grass. In addition to the blackness of the herdsman, the skin color of these herdsmen is also a little blue, but it is not nearly as human as the Pandora aborigines.
"Stop! Who are you? Why did you come!" Edie yelled.
"Hello, we came here for a holiday, and we were attracted by this blue grassland, not malicious." McGonagall stopped with a distance of about 20 meters from the herders and said with a smile.
He was also worried that the herdsmen would not speak the common language, but it seems that the older herder is proficient in the common language.
Edie looked at McGonagall. This young man didn't look like a strong man. He was not as physically fit as a young man in the tribe. He didn't have a sword. He smiled mildly and didn't look like a bad person.
And there was a little girl, about four or five years old, with a strange little thing in his arms.
Behind is a group of beautiful women.
Yes, a very beautiful woman, there is no such water-like woman on the prairie. Whether it is a knife-like cold wind blowing from the snowy mountains, or a long day of hot sun, the woman on the prairie Lost refinement.
Of course, being able to have such a group of beautiful women shows that this man must have a very distinguished identity, and it is definitely not something they can provoke from this little tribe. This is the truth he learned when he was young and aggressive.
The herdsmen looked at the women behind the men, and they all looked a little stunned. This is a beautiful scenery never seen on the grasslands, and it is also a beauty that they may never see in their lives.
After confirming that the other party is not hostile and that their tribe can't provoke them, Edie puts down the longbow, motions her herders to lift his guard, puts one hand on his chest, and bows slightly towards McGonagall, respectfully: Guests, you are welcome. "
When the herdsmen saw that Edie was so humble, he quickly put away his inappropriate expression and eyes, bowed his head and bowed nervously.
"No need to be polite, we just passed by accident, and heard that the roast lamb on the grassland was very good, so I wanted to try it." McGonagall said with a smile.
"Well, we want to eat sheep and sheep, the kind of sheep and sheep that can run." Amy stepped forward, pointing at the sheep who were grazing in the grass not far away.
"What a lovely little girl!" Herdsmen looked at Amy with bright eyes. The herdsmen's children grew up on horseback and crawled and rolled in the grass. They are all muddy ghosts. How can they look like this? Delicate little girl like a snowman.
"Roasted sheep, this is what our Buck tribe is best at. Please do it from the distinguished guests. I will immediately call the tribe to slaughter the sheep. I will roast them for myself." Edie's eyes brightened and he patted his chest confidently.