"Leader, something's wrong!"
A half-naked native youth with a deerskin robe and a horn wrapped around his waist rushed in. He didn't carry a gun, but a fir short bow instead.
"What happened?"
Looking at the tribesmen who rushed in, the leader couldn't care less about the guests. He stood up and asked with a solemn face.
"You … you should come and see for yourself!"
Looking at the guests in the longhouse, the youth couldn't speak. The situation was too strange.
"I'm sorry, guests! I have something to take care of. We'll talk when I come back. "
As he spoke, Apsois hurriedly followed the young man who came to deliver the message out of the longhouse. The brown bear warrior named Uwakaza, who was as strong as a mountain, followed closely behind.
Although Elvin and the others couldn't understand the native language, they knew that something unexpected must have happened from the way these people acted.
"Mr. Director? Should we follow and see? "
Nekado, who dealt with the tribe all year round, could actually understand part of the Yucatan language, especially the word "hunting team," which made him shudder.
The fur trade didn't need to invade the land. It was one of the few businesses that allowed the colonists and the natives to coexist peacefully.
A large part of his fur trade fell on them. If something happened to the tribe's hunting team, even if it was only a small part of it, it would inevitably affect the fur supply, which would then affect his performance and the company's income!
Hearing Elvin's suggestion, Nekado didn't hesitate and immediately led Elvin and the rest out.
Tap tap … tap tap …
They hurried all the way and followed Nekado to the entrance of the camp without being affected by the trade.
They also saw the hunting team that returned. The "hunting team" that returned with only two people.
They smelled the familiar scent of blood.
Elvin and Milan looked at each other and felt something was wrong.
"How did they come back? When did they come back? "
Staring at the two tribesmen on the ground, the tribe leader Apsova's face was gloomy as he whispered to the shirtless youth beside him.
"Just now, both of them walked back by themselves. The few people who were on sentry duty with me saw it.
After the incident, there was no delay at all. I went to inform you as soon as possible.
From the moment they came back to the moment they collapsed at the door, no one touched them. "
The young man, who was in charge of today's sentry post, was only the first person who discovered it, so he didn't know much more than the others. In just a few sentences, he had already revealed everything he knew.
Moving a little closer, Elvin carefully observed the two native youths who had fallen to the ground, or rather, the two … corpses that had been dead for a long time.
There was nothing else, but this was the first time Elvin had seen such a strange way of dying.
His face was extremely pale, but there was a satisfied smile on his face as if he was offering himself to God.
The bloody beast skin pants were still tied around his waist, but the clothes on his upper body, together with the skin below his neck, had disappeared without a trace!
He could confirm that the two of them had indeed walked all the way back. From here, he could vaguely see the bloodstains and footprints that they had left behind in the forest.
However, by the time they reached the campsite, their blood had already been drained dry.
What supported them to come back here?
"There seems to be something under their bodies?"
Some of the natives who were watching were about to step forward, but they were stopped by the skinny leader.
"Don't touch it!"
Then, the leader personally took a long pole and carefully lifted the two bodies that had fallen to the ground.
"Hiss …"
"Hiss …"
"It's their own skin?!"
Among the gasps, Elvin also saw the bodies being flipped over, revealing the things under their bodies.
It was the original skin on their bodies. It was bloody with pale yellow fat and connective tissue, which made the others, including Elvin, feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, this scene was extremely terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people.
However, in the eyes of experienced hunters, they could tell that this was a very skillful skinning technique. Without a few years of practice and hundreds of prey, it was impossible to master this technique.
Judging from the fact that they could walk back in such a strange state, among the experienced hunters here, they could not rule out the possibility that … the two of them were themselves!
"There's something else!"
The leader used a wooden pole to lift their skins, and there was another thing wrapped inside.
Elvin, who had just arrived in the New World, might not recognize it, but the people here, including Nekado, were very familiar with it.
It was because the two skins belonged to beavers!
How could they not recognize it?
Beavers were the most important part of the fur trade in the New World.
In the countries of the Old Continent, there was even a saying: "Owning a beavers skin product is proof of a man or woman's status in the upper class society!"
Even the royal families of many countries had once issued an edict that beavers skin could only be used by the royal family.
Even now, beavers skin hats were still used as a symbol of social status in many countries.
Other than that, there were no umbrellas in the countries of the Old Continent.
A waterproof felt hat made of beavers skin was not easily deformed. Not only was it a symbol of status, but it could also be used as a rain gear.
The social atmosphere had gradually taken shape. Now, every upper-class person above the middle class was proud of owning a beavers skin product.
Moreover, if one looked closely, they would find that the two beavers skin wrapped in human skin looked exactly the same. There was not even a trace of blood on them. They could be said to be the perfect and flawless fur!
Even though they were surrounded by such a terrifying scene.
Among the natives who dealt with beavers all day long, some of them could not help but exclaim:
"Ah! Such beautiful fur, this is the first time I've seen it. It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful! "
"Yes, I've been dealing with beavers skin for 20 years, but I've never seen such quality. Is there a group of treasures in our hunting ground? "
“.....”
Even the director who saw all this held back his fear of the bloody scene. He took two steps forward and murmured with a strange light in his eyes, "If such beavers skin can be made into a gorgeous fur coat and presented to Her Majesty, it wouldn't be a dream to return to the mainland and become a senior executive of the company, right?"
Not noticing the reaction of the people around them, Milan and Elvin, the two wizards, were completely focused on the two "perfect" beavers skin.
"Elvin, the tribal leader did the right thing.
The two beavers skin carried a terrible curse! If you touch it directly with your hands, something bad will happen.
Perhaps this is the reason why the two natives died in such a strange way. "
Through the telepathic connection, Milan quietly told Elvin her thoughts.
Seeing through the fog was Milan's specialty. The moment he saw the two beavers skin, his [Spiritual Detection] and [Mental Warning] gave him a very clear signal.
Moreover, he felt that the seemingly ordinary or even skinny tribal leader might not be an ordinary person.
Such a way of dealing with the "strange" was not something that could be explained by caution alone. At the very least, it should be an apprentice-level spellcaster who had activated Spiritual Vision or had similar abilities!
"Human skin and beavers skin? The walking dead? Is this a warning from an unknown existence? "
After a preliminary examination of the two dead bodies, Apsova's face was solemn. He had already guessed that there might be a problem with the hunting ground that produced the beavers skin.
Especially this strange change … It seemed to be somewhat familiar.
Apsova, who had lived on this land for many years, vaguely remembered a strange legend among the Atrian hunters. Also …
"There were five people who went to the hunting ground today. Now, two of them are here. What about the other three?
Maybe … they're not dead yet.
Uwakaza, get ready. You're coming with me to Coldwater Bay. "
The skinny tribal leader ordered the brown bear warrior beside him. Then, he turned to Nekado, who was very surprised, and said, "My apologies.
I won't be able to entertain you. As you can see, I need to confirm the safety of my tribesmen.
I have a rough idea of the root of the problem. We'll take care of the rest. It shouldn't affect our future business. "
However, as soon as he finished speaking …
Nekado, who seemed to be pampered and pampered, acted out of character.
"For the sake of our friendship, I'll go with you! The guards I brought are equipped with the most advanced weapons. They should be able to help. "
"Eh?"
Elvin squinted his eyes. He sharply noticed that something was wrong with the director. Since when did a civilian like him have this kind of courage? Especially when they were faced with such a strange event that was full of evil.
However, he did not raise any objections.
Because from the two beaver skins, Elvin vaguely sensed the smell of some kind of spirit.
Although there might be some danger, his own spirituality did not give him too strong of a warning. At least, it was not as strong as when he heard the terrifying legends in the "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern".
If he ran away when he encountered strange things, his "Psychic Potion" and wizard advancement would be really far away.
Moreover, with the tribal leader as a local snake, it was much better than going into the inland to search for those strange things.
After hearing the director's volunteer, Apsova only hesitated for a moment before he agreed. Of course, the more reinforcements, the better.
He only said one thing to his tribesmen.
"Before we come back, no one is allowed to touch them."
Then, he carried a colorful Atelian Drum on his back and a white oak cane in his hand as he rushed out of the tribe.
Behind the leader.
"Brown bear warrior" Uwakaza, director Nekado, Elvin, half of the natives, and the guards of Faletis followed one after another.
It was now 4: 15 in the afternoon in the New World.
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