Chapter 863: Traveling to Tianyuan (sixteen)

Chapter 863 Traveling to Tianyuan 16
lb! The last one [arm burst] gave the canine juvenile's big sword the greatest power.
It smashed down with the momentum of breaking the army, and instantly smashed the already badly wounded head of the scorpion!
The transparent and colorless Warcraft blood splashes everywhere, and the dog-man and the leopard are a boy. The monster finally fell into disarray, twitching on the rock floor, and died!
Countless props are scattered all over the place!
"H, ha, ha, ha." Husky gasped heavily. He is a bit grateful that this game has not yet joined the olfactory system, otherwise the sticky poisonous blood on his body must smell very disgusting, and he will surely suffocate him.
There are countless strange sounds in the cave, and there seem to be more bugs coming close.
"It’s awful." Although he was too tired to die, Husky climbed up and tried to smash the props: "Come on these things, you have to sneak away!"
"Okay, good." Hal also squatted on the ground to search for props. In this piece of blood that was made by Warcraft, it was difficult to move on the ground like mud.
"Ha, Husky," the little leopard whispered, "Thank you."
"Hey, thank you what?"
"Hal is very happy today. Although it is terrible, but very happy." Leopard teenager smiled gratifiedly: "This is really a good game, I really want to play with you!"
"Hey, hey," the face of the canine boy has also turned red. He shook his tail and said, "I thank you too, Halwan."
The strange sounds in the cave are getting closer and closer. The two teenagers used up their skills. If they met the monsters again, they would not have the power to fight back.
They quickly slammed the props on the ground and ran away in a hurry.
At the same time, above the floating islands of the plateau of East Africa, in the villages of the pilgrimage cannibals.
The real [infernal landscape] is exposed in front of everyone.
Like a horror film, lightning and thunder, under the dark and gray sky, is a village of strange horror.
The village is surrounded by pillars with countless human skulls.
Roughly, at least 3,000 such spikes surround the edge of the floating island, and at least ten hoes are inserted into each of the pillars. That is, the cannibal village fence is at least 30,000. A scorpion!
The spikes are of course more than just furnishings. They are lightning rods made of rough iron! These lightning rod skull pillars not only endlessly draw energy from the thunder of the sky to support the flight of the floating island, but also play the role of "lighting": the light of lightning lights up the spodumene hidden in those hoes. Let the shine from the inside out!
Of course, this golden light is also a horrible light: they are shot from the hollow of the two eyes of Shantou, not to scare people!
The house of the Pygmies is also the structure of the wood with mixed bones. The arm bones and leg bones of various large beasts are the best materials for the pillars of the house.
Under the support of four huge pillars, a frame made of wood and bones is built, and a huge animal tooth is decorated on the roof, which is estimated to be from a giant African elephant.
It’s a bone village here, full of death! Even the "slate" paving the road in the middle of the village, under a closer look, is also the shoulder blade of some kind of Warcraft!
Beddyville swallowed. Paramitis curled his tail uneasily and rolled the cat's tail into a standard circle.
"Look at these terrible skull columns. Do you dare to say that these wild people are not evil?" Biddyville walked behind Professor Paul and asked with anger.
"Oh, don't talk nonsense, these skulls are from their people." Professor Paul did not show any surprise at all. He seems to have long been accustomed to it: "According to their tradition, not only must they eat the sick and dying people, but also It is necessary to keep a part of the body of the tribe - and this is usually the skull - in doing so, the souls of their dead people will last forever with these Pygmies.
They decorate the skull column around the village for the same reason: they think that the dead people will guard them forever. "
"And this is still very disgusting, and the horrible thing is still terrible." Bedieville retorted in a cold tone.
"Whatever you say," this time it was Paul's turn to be too lazy to argue with the werewolf, and let it go.
As they squashed their mouths, they walked into the square of the village. This square has another circle of relatively thin bones. There are about two hundred pillars, which are surrounded by circles that are not very regular.
The light radiating from the gimmick on the column illuminates the periphery of the square like a street at dusk, neither bright nor excessively dim.
auzw.com Together with the bonfire protected by stone piles in the center of the square, the entire square was wrapped in a burst of orange-red light, full of strange atmosphere.
At the same time that the Betdiville group entered the Cannibal Square, the leader of the Pygmies, or the elders, had led a group of entourage to meet.
In addition to a large, windy feather hat, and a scary necklace on the chest, the elders, like other wild people, are almost naked. Of course, the leaf roll used to protect the important parts was also scary. Biddyville blinked and immediately rushed to look away. He instantly learned the reason why the elders were able to become elders.
The Pegmi elders went to Paramitis, and Beddiville was the one to salute, and the followers behind the elders fell to the ground and worshipped.
"Chulu, Chuchu Lushu, Diablohas, Sonohasta!" The elders said excitedly, but the indigenous languages ​​he said, Bedieville could not understand.
"The elders are saying, [Welcome to you, Sonohasta (God of Heaven).]" Professor Paul on the side of it is a logical translation: "For this day, we have been waiting for three thousand years."
"That, his simple sentence, there is so much meaning?" Biddyville asked wonderingly.
"Don't underestimate the Pygmies, their language is simple but profound, and a sentence can contain the meaning of a book." Professor Paul gave a look at the werewolf: "The monks studied here for thirty years, and they just understood." It's just fur."
The "Wow Thib" leopard warrior issued a low-pitched admiration, but there was a lot of ridiculous meaning: "So, Professor Paul, can you translate it for us?"
Tell the elders, we are just passing by, really not their legendary [Sonhasta]. This is a big misunderstanding. "
"Are you sure you can say this?" said the old scholar: "They are likely to be angry and yell, and you are besieged to death?"
"It doesn't matter, let's talk." Paramitis has secretly prepared for the battle.
"Chululuk, Dhaka, Casamisone Hasta!" Professor Paul said in a decent manner.
The face of the elders did not change significantly and did not seem to care. He said to the crowd again: "Da Lalun, Brenson Habasa!"
Professor Paul continued to translate: "He said, [Whether you have the conscious of being a Sonohasta, you will definitely be. It is fate that brings you to such a place, so they will follow the guidance of fate. .]"
"God, his words have been extended by almost three times your length." Bedyville asked with suspicion: "Are you sure you are not in Hussein?"
Professor Paul has whitened the young man of the werewolf.
"Oh." Paramitis sighed: "It’s a bunch of savages who talk to themselves."
"Sonhasta, Badakasnocha!" said the senior elders of Bergmi. The savage behind him immediately madly waved his hands and seemed to be celebrating.
"Hey, what is this?" The werewolf was confused.
"The elders said that the banquet was about to begin. This is a special banquet to comfort the two [Sonhasta]!" Professor Paul replied in a tone that did not change at all.
"What?" Paramitis and Bedieville face each other and have a bad feeling.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, the entire square was surrounded by hundreds of Pygmies. A large group of people danced wildly around the campfire and danced very hard.
But Bediwell and Paramidis, sitting cross-legged on a large altar on the square, built of boulder, were worshipped by countless wild people.
Professor Paul, who is responsible for the translation, sits aside, and Professor Paul is next to the great elder.
The Pegmi elders announced a few words, which were unintelligible to Bedieville. Great idea but very good guess: celebrate it, bring all the food and drink!
Bedieville’s face has changed. In this cannibal village, is it something to eat? !
Sure enough, several savages came over with a few large stone plates. What are the barbecues on the stone plate?
Human flesh? ! Bedieville swallowed a sip. If you go on like this, things will become out of control!
"Relieve, not human flesh." Before the meal came over, Professor Paul explained first: "Pygmies only eat their own people, and only allow their own people to eat their own people. They will not take human flesh." For outsiders.
The monks have been here for decades, and have never eaten a bit of human flesh, let alone your two new [Goddess]? - And, don't you disrespect the meat of the people who died of their illnesses to the gods? "
"Are you sure?" Bedieville still questioned in a low voice. How do you know the difference between the values ​​of these wild people and the people in civil society? In this wild tribe, anything can happen!
The wild people put the stone plate in front of everyone. The large and rough stone plate was covered with a large banana leaf, which was a string of banana leaves, which were strung together with sharp branches, and the meat of unknown origin.
Bedieville swallowed a sip.