Chapter 1334: Deer King Tribe

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The blink of an eye has entered May. May is the beginning of summer and the most dangerous beginning in the forest. Wendini has been out of Stone Forest Valley with Bimoye for many days. However, although they obtained the star map during the day, they still couldn't get out of this ancient forest.
"We... where are we in the forest, why can't we go out now?" Bi Moye even felt tired of walking, he didn't say he was hurt all over, more was the inner anxiety. He knows that he is in the right direction, but if the direction is correct, it must be that something went wrong during their walk, but where is the problem?
The sun was mottled, the breeze was weak, and the branches and leaves on the treetops were shaken gently. The dazzling light saw the green fruits in the eye. Suddenly there was a rustle in the northwest, and Bimoye was surprised that there was a tree spirit around him, and then he heard a roar of the beast roar.
"This voice..." Bemoyer heard the sound, not like a fight between the beasts, and went to search with Ventini.
Not far away, I heard a heavy beast breathing in front of him, and Bimoye turned away the leaves, and saw a wild boar lying on the ground with a fear of more than a thousand pounds, and a thick iron hook hung on the neck, and the plasma followed. Breathing, snoring, breathing out.
"Iron hook!" Bimoye frowned, waiting to be alert, and suddenly a sharp arrow broke into the sky. With a bang, a long iron arrow pierced the trunk and stuck in the trunk. .
Bemoyer knew that he had been found, and came out from behind the tree: "I have only one person, who are you?"
A few seconds after the voice fell, no one came out. Bimoyer looked around, but saw a deer head slowly rising in the grass.
"Deer?" Wendini, who was with her, widened her eyes, thinking about how a deer would come out. But listening to Bemoyer said: "Not a deer, but a person."
It really turned out to be a person who came out from behind the grass, and he was a tall man, but this person was wearing a deer head hat, and when he first came out of the grass, he thought he was listening to wild deer.
Wen Tini saw this kind of person for the first time, and was very curious. I saw that this person had a complete deer head on his head, the horns on the deer head were all intact, and a face was covered in the shadow of the deer head You can't see clearly. There was rough fur lining wrapped around his waist, and his chest was bare, and he was bleeding from the chest, as if he had been injured when hunting wild boars. However, although the man was injured, he still maintained a high degree of vigilance. The bamboo and wooden bow held in his hand never slackened.
He said a few words to Bimoye Sirigua. Bimoye was stunned. He couldn't understand these words at all, and they were not words spoken on the mainland. Bimoye thought secretly that it was difficult for him to meet any wilderness. It was not like the normal mainlander's dress, like the tribal ethnic group described in the story, who lived in primitive society far from modern social civilization.
Seeing that the other party was silent, the deer-headed man grunted again, and after speaking, Zhang Gong drew his arrows and aimed at the past.
Bimoye did not know how to answer, so he spread his hands and kept saying that he was not malicious.
The deer-headed man seemed to understand the meaning of Bimoye, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and looked around him twice, before he cared about his injury.
Bimoye was nahan, surprised that he would meet such a person in the World of Warcraft, but he thought that if this person were really from a tribe in the forest, it would be a good thing for him at present, but just thought that How to communicate with the deer head in front of you is a problem.
While applying herbal medicine, the deer-headed man was vigilant of Bimoyer's every move. After he got it, he stepped forward and took off the hook on the neck of the wild boar that had been bloodshed to hang it back on the chain around his waist.
Bimoye found that the chain on the waist of the deer-headed man had a hook hanging on one end, and a blade as thin as a silver leaf. Although the workmanship was rougher, the weapon itself was very clever and delicate, unlike a simple tribe.
The deer-head man buckled the hook on the chain, and then used the chain to tie the dead wild boar, it seemed that he was going to drag it back like this. He glanced at Bimoyer again, to the north, and said a few words he couldn't understand.
The words were incomprehensible, but the meaning was clearer than Moyer. He meant that he lived there. Bimoye nodded, indicating that he would go with him, and he followed him.
When I saw the place, it turned out to be a relatively primitive tribal tribe. There were two totem stone pillars standing in front of the main entrance of the tribe, which were covered with colorful paintings. The pillars were covered with wooden frames, and a large white bone deer was nailed to the shelf. head. In fact, on the way to Bimoye, I saw many traces of the tribe, but I didn't see any other people until here.
There are a lot of people in the tribes here, and the scale is also very large. It is stranger than Moyer’s mind. He heard that there are still some primitive tribal groups on the mainland, but he never thought he would meet, and it was still in the Warcraft Forest. Dangerous place. But conversely, it may be that such a primitive tribe exists because it is a dangerous place such as Warcraft Forest.
Bimoye was curious when he entered the tribe, and the tribes were also new when they met Bimoye. They all came up and pointed at Bimoye, saying something that they couldn’t understand, and called timid Vendini. Fearing, hiding behind Bemoyer and daring not to come out.
Bimoye looked at these people. They wore rough fur and lived in wooden houses and cottages, but he heard that in the story of the primitive tribe, those men and women were and bare breasts. There are no taboos, no moral concept of modern people, but looking at these people, although they are dressed in a simple and rough way, they all wear leather skirts and clothes, unlike the very primitive tribe. Moreover, he noticed the deer head masks worn by many people in the village, and the deer bones or deer patterns were hung or painted in front of the wooden cottages.
At this time, the surrounding tribe residents suddenly dispersed and let out a path, in which came a person who looked like a tribal leader.
The head of this tribe wears a large stag horn crown. It does not look very old, and it is about fifty years old. He first talked to the deer head hunter who brought Bimoyer in, then looked at Bimoyer and said a few words.
Bimoye still didn't understand after hearing it, but then he found a few words written on the clothing and leather of the tribal leader.
The evolution of ancient scripts to modern scripts is a gradual process, one is the integration of multiple civilizations, and the other is the gradual improvement of the script itself. Although the text on the tribal leader is not a modern one, it has a similarity of four or five points. It is more knowledgeable than Moyer. I have seen this typeface from books. It is a fashionable mainstream text on the mainland before the Holy Garden calendar, and the predecessor of modern text.
Bimoye moved his heart, looking at the text on the clothes as if it said ‘Hame... Deer...’, and asked by pointing at the stroke.
Sure enough, the leader of the tribe drew a few words on the ground, and more than half of Bimoye could distinguish it. Although the people in this tribe were completely unable to communicate with him in language, the words in their speech originated from the same heritage.
In this way, Bimoye first briefly communicated with the tribal leader in words. The chief asked Bimoyer's origin and identity, and Bimoyer asked the current situation and where he was, and the two sides could barely read it. But many people in the tribe are surprised that there are other tribes in the outside world, but the leader seems to know this.
After a brief understanding of each other, although the tribes were a little wary of outsiders, they were more enthusiastic and surprised, and did not mean to hurt Bimoye at all, while the leader took Bimoyer to the quiet house of the chief to talk.
After a long, half-guess, half-understanding writing conversation, Bi Moye had a better understanding of the environment here. It turns out that this is an ancient tribe that is completely isolated from the world. The tribes in the tribe have never left this forest for generations, and they don't know anything about the outside world. Many people even think that only humans in this world are theirs. But the chief patriarch knew much more than the average clan.
The chief told him that in the forest a long time ago, it was not only the tribe of Deer King, but other tribes had been forcibly conquered by them and merged with them over time, or because of disasters and beasts. The raid disappeared. The Deer King tribe relied on this ancient forest, using the protection of the tree spirit and demon for hundreds and thousands of years in the forest to survive safely until now.
Bemoyer heard that although he didn’t understand how they used the forest saplings to protect themselves, but thinking that they lived in such an environment, they naturally had their own wisdom and methods to make the original threats become their own barriers. It's as if a person can domesticate a dog and use it for his own.
The chief patriarch erased the words on the ground and continued to write with branches, which probably means: "I am surprised that people from the outside world can come here. It has been a long, long time since no one from the outside world has come."
Bemoyer asked curiously: "Have anyone from the outside world been here before?"
The chief patriarch said: "I don't know, I haven't seen it. I just listened to the stories that the ancestors have handed down. These stories are very long and long, and there are many, many others in the tribe don't know, only each leader. To inherit these stories."
For the next few days, Bimoye stayed in the tribe to recuperate, and he also listened to stories told by the tribal chief. It seems that this patriarch, because he saw an outsider for the first time, wanted to say a lot, so in addition to eating and sleeping, he took Bimoyer to talk in his chief's house. It's just that this writing conversation is very slow, and I haven't finished two stories after a few days. But the point is that Bimoye figured out the true birth of this tribe, or the tribal culture.
The birth of this tribal culture is probably like this. It was probably a long time ago. At that time, they were still living in this big forest. At that time, they didn’t understand anything. Used weapon. Then one day a lot of people from the outside world came. Those people stayed here for a long time and built a lot of things here. At the same time, they also taught them to use words and taught them to make and use tools. At that time, there were many different tribes in the forest. After those outsiders taught them many things, I hope that people from various tribes can guard the various buildings built in the forest for them, including temples, shrines, miracles and the like. thing. The leader of the tribe gave thanks to the outsiders because of gratitude, and the deer tribe was assigned to guard a miracle. But with the passage of time, after several generations passed on, the people of all tribes have gradually become indifferent to the mission they undertake. They began to compete with each other for expedition. Over time, the rise and fall of each tribe, the things to be guarded have long been forgotten, including The miracles to be guarded by the Deer King tribe have also been lost due to relocation and various reasons.
After Bimoye heard it, the patriarch said these stories too much like a story legend, and could not tell whether it was true or false, or half-true, but he wrote these stories in his eyes, but not him The most important thing right now. The most urgent thing in his heart now is to find a way out of this forest and meet his companions.
After learning that he was eager to leave, the tribal chief told him the secret of the forest. There are many kinds of tree essence hidden in the forest. Among them, there is a charm of pink purple flowers. The scattered buds can emit a colorless and odorless smell. Those who smell will lose it without knowing it. Accuracy of direction judgment. People who walk seem to be walking in the right direction, but if they walk far away, they will slowly go in the wrong direction. It is likely that you will walk towards a mountain during the day, but at night you will find that you have not walked. To the foot of the mountain, but deviated from the direction. To solve this difficulty, you need to use a herbal juice specially made by their tribe to smear the forehead and eyelids, and then draw the deer king's totem with sacred deer blood.
Bimoye’s estimate of what totem is a tribal custom, and he is now anxious to find the direction to leave, and he readily accepts it.
The people of the tribe didn't embarrass him, and they gave him some food before leaving. Bimoye also had nothing to give back, so he had to give the patriarch a magic ring he wore on his finger as a thank you. This made the patriarch delighted. Obviously, he had never seen such a precious treasure.
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