Chapter 822: Thief?

Where to lose?
The brawny man looked at Ye Hao, who was asking his own questions with a plain face.
Just to ask me about this, you ran back holding a ton of iron stone?
The brawny man really doesn't know what to say at this moment. Don't look at just a few steps. He is carrying a ton of iron stone. Don't talk about a few steps. It takes a lot of effort for one step.
But it is also true that the other five boulders have corresponding five circles inside the gate of the tribe. As long as people move the boulders into the circle, they will be successful.
As Tieshi has not been moved for a long time, there is no plan to draw any circle before.
"You just need to move it through the door." The strong man said with a wry smile.
"Oh."
Ye Hao got the answer, and walked straight into the gate of the tribe in three steps and two steps, and threw the iron stone on the ground.
He clapped his hands and turned his head to look at the strong man: "I can go in now."
The brawny man walked in front of Ye Hao, pressing his right hand on his left chest, his head slightly lowered.
"I am the warrior of the Goshawk tribe, Avak. Strong warrior, can you tell me your name."
In the face of the strong, these tribal warriors often show respect from the heart.
"Ye Hao." Ye Hao replied lightly.
"You are not Australian?" Avak looked at Ye Hao.
Ye Hao nodded: "Do you have to be Australians to get in here?"
Avak shook his head. He respected Ye Hao’s attitude:
Here, we don’t care about skin color, race, or tribe. We only respect the strong. I don’t know if you are willing to have a drink with me. Our tribe’s wine is very good. famous."
But he was afraid that his enthusiasm would scare Ye Hao, Avak explained.
"Don't mind, your strength is very strong. I, Avak, likes making friends with the strong."
Avak's eyes were sincere, without a trace of other emotions.
"Sorry, I'm here to find someone. I don't know Avak, you haven't seen a woman with the same skin color as me, long black hair, and maybe wearing a leather coat." Ye Hao asked.
Nightingale is very likely to come to see the war of warriors, then she is very likely to pass here.
"Woman?" Avak shook his head: "There are very few women who can pass this test. There is no such person you describe."
"That's it, then I'll go in first. Next time we have a chance, let's drink again." Ye Hao nodded at Avak and walked into the tribe gate.
The tribal warrior standing at the gate of the tribe raised his weapon and hit the ground with a loud shout.
This battle seems to be welcoming the warriors.
"This year's war of warriors is a bit interesting. The strength of this kid alone is enough to defeat more than half of the people." Avak muttered looking at Ye Hao's back.
The people outside the gate of the tribe slowly recovered from the shock, but a rumor began to spread slowly, that someone moved the iron stone on the eve of the war of the warriors this year. These are all things.
Ye Hao, who walked into the tribe, looked around.
There are very few people inside, not as many outside. It is estimated that most of the people have stayed outside because of the test at the door.
In other words, the war of warriors has not yet started, and they have all gone to the nearby town. After all, the living facilities here are just average, maintaining the tradition of wooden and stone houses.
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A child ran into Ye Hao's arms.
"sorry Sorry."
The child bowed his head and apologized, with a timid expression on his face, as if he was afraid that Ye Hao would hit him.
"Okay, be careful next time you walk." Ye Hao waved his hand.
Seeing that Ye Hao didn't care about it, the child ran away immediately.
Ye Hao didn't care about going on.
He saw a lot of strange things on the road, including stone carvings, weapons, herbs, and strange masks.
Ye Hao saw some interesting masks, which happened to be taken as souvenirs from Australia to Song Yingsu and the others.
They must be full of resentment if they haven't seen themselves for so long. Buying souvenirs for them can calm them down.
"How do you sell these masks?" Ye Hao interrogated the merchant in front of the mask stall.
"An ordinary five Australian dollars, one 20 Australian dollars soaked in animal blood, one hundred Australian dollars worn by a prairie warrior," the merchant pointed to the three areas.
"Five Australian dollars, one hundred Australian dollars? This gap is a bit big." Ye Hao didn't feel sorry for the money, but was curious that the gap was too big.
The businessman glanced at Ye Hao, perhaps because he was a foreigner, he explained patiently.
"Ordinary masks are only cut from wood. The mask soaked in animal blood has the power bestowed by the holy spirit of the grassland. The ones worn by the warriors of the grassland are even more symbols of strength and glory!"
Ye Hao smiled.
Affection is fame sales.
Ye Hao touched the gold with his right hand, and the result of the appraisal was that the material was different.
The one hundred Australian dollar material is a little better, as for what power it is just nonsense.
If that is the case, it is estimated that someone will buy it for several thousand Australian dollars.
But as a souvenir, the more expensive is the more expensive.
"I want these masks." Ye Hao pointed to the three masks, ready to take money out of his pocket.
But this was hard to touch, Ye Hao found that the scabbard with the Nightingale dagger stuck in front of his waist was missing!
what happened! That knife has always been pinned to his waist!
It's the kid just now!
Ye Hao raised his head abruptly, the scene flashed in his mind just now.
Perspective!
Only a few minutes later, the child shouldn't run far.
Ye Hao's eyes passed through a group of people, through the house, and finally saw the child who hit him before in a remote alley, almost less than fifty meters away from him.
At this moment, the child was looking at the dagger stolen from Ye Hao in his hand with joy.
"Sir, sir. Don't you want anything?" Ye Hao recovered from the movement from the side.
He immediately slid the money to the merchant, took a few masks and left here quickly.
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"Bring this thing to my sister, my sister will be very happy." The child was very pleased. He walked in the direction of the tribal wall, and instead of taking the road, he specifically looked for some trails in front of the house and behind the house.
"My kid, your parents haven't taught you, it's not good to steal other people's things."
A voice came, making the child tensed immediately and raised his head.
Ye Hao was standing on the branch of the big tree in front of him.
The child forced his composure and held his head up: "What? I'm stealing something from you. Don't bully our children by relying on you as an adult."
Seeing Ye Hao looking at him with a smile on his face.
The child immediately turned all his pockets out and spread out his hands to show his innocence.
"Look, there's nothing on me, don't wrong me."
"It's three inches above your back. I need to take it myself." Ye Hao smiled and looked at the child.
The reason why he hasn't done anything is because this little kid is very interesting, and he can walk things off of him without Ye Hao noticing it.
This is not something that ordinary people can do, and there is nothing particularly strong in this child.
The child's eyes flashed, he sighed as if he had given up, and stretched out his hand behind his back with a grievance and fear.
"Okay, I know I was wrong. I'll return the things to you, don't hit me."
The child's eyes flashed, and a few small black appeared in his hand, and then threw them towards Ye Hao.
The ball exploded in the air and a white dust appeared. "Quicklime." Ye Hao shook his hand to blow away the dust, and at this moment the child had disappeared without a trace.