The Tough Claw Tribe had never come into contact with the Protectorate before, but in the battle sixty years ago, the Blood Sun Ancient Kingdom that had recovered from the Turbid Tide was buried alive by the Dongting Protectorate.
The effects of this battle were too far-reaching. Not only did the structure of the Protectorate change, the native tribes in the northern part of Mount An were also greatly shaken.
Thus, later on, even those who lived in the depths of the continent and had never been to the west of Mount An heard of the two words' Tianxia '.
After Xuanxiu grasped the 'Light of Heart', because of that layer of light that was close to divinity, as well as the various abilities that mortals could not achieve, he was equivalent to a god in the eyes of the natives.
However, the Light of Heart of a cultivator was different from those spiritual radiances. It had a unique, pure, and bright light, which made it easy for the natives to distinguish them from EsGod.
Zhang Yu urged his horse forward, raising the sword in his hand toward the barbarians near the fence. Then, he put it down again, expressing his friendliness.
When the native guards in front saw him, they immediately let down their guard and bowed to express their respect and welcome.
Zhang Yu did not enter the camp. Instead, he stood in front of the gate and said some strange and complicated words to Wu Shijiao and the others.
After a while, an old shaman with a face full of wrinkles came out. He wore a feathered crown on his head and wore leather clothes on his body. In his hand was a bone spear tied with feathers and leaves. Although he was very old, his body was full of muscles, and his spirit was vigorous.
Zhang Yu rode on his horse and exchanged a few words with this old shaman. The old shaman was extremely polite and respectful, nodding repeatedly. He then carefully glanced at Su Zhu, who had been following beside Zhang Yu, and then shouted into the camp.
A short while later, a tall warrior walked over. He patted his chest and pointed in a certain direction. It was obvious that he was hinting for Zhang Yu and the others to follow him.
Wu Shijiao hurried over and said, "Envoy, where are we going now?"
Zhang Yu replied, "To the main camp of the Tough Claw Tribe on the open plains."
Wu Shijiao asked, "Envoy, will we be able to meet the Great Chieftain?"
Based on the information Zhan Zhitong had sent back, it wouldn't be easy to meet the Great Chieftain. Now that these Earth Barbarians were so close to Guang Yao Town, he was worried that a conflict would break out between the two parties. Once the war started, it would be difficult to stop it.
Zhang Yu didn't answer. Zhan Zhitong couldn't meet the Great Chief because he didn't have any fighting power. The Tough Claw Tribe wouldn't really treat him as an equal. The fact that he was able to communicate with the Great Chief was already a feat.
But this time, he had shown that he possessed extraordinary powers the moment he arrived. Moreover, he had arrived before dawn. According to the tradition of the Tough Claw tribe, anyone who arrived at this time was considered an important guest. If the chief of the Hard Claw tribe still refused to see them, then someone was deliberately obstructing this matter. They needed to be more vigilant.
Under the guidance of the tall and sturdy clawed warrior, everyone walked towards the south. At this moment, the rain had temporarily stopped, and the sky was gradually brightening. However, the sky was still occupied by thick lead-gray clouds, and there were puddles everywhere under their feet, which were extremely muddy.
That Tough Claw warrior, however, didn't seem to notice this at all. It was as if he had long since become accustomed to this kind of thing. He walked forward with great difficulty, but his speed wasn't slow at all.
Wu Shijiao discovered that up until now, he hadn't seen anyone from the Tough Claw tribe riding any horses. There were so many wild horses on the open plains, so it shouldn't be difficult to find some. Perhaps they still hadn't mastered the method of taming horses? He made a mental note of this.
After walking like this for almost an entire morning, the warrior stopped and pointed forward, shouting something in an imposing manner.
Wu Shijiao hadn't slept the entire night, and after walking on horseback for half a day, he was also feeling drowsy at this moment. When he heard the shout, he immediately became alert and looked over. He saw a simple encirclement made of stones that could be seen everywhere on the open plains. It was about the height of his chest, and there were flags made of fur stuck on top of it. There were also many barbarians standing behind the stone wall, with bone spears placed on top.
The range of the entire camp was relatively large, enough to accommodate seven to eight thousand people. However, there weren't any watchtowers or watchtowers.
In the middle of the camp, there was a huge hut made of wood and mud. It took up a lot of space, and the roof was covered with some kind of feathers. Strands of feathers trailed down, making it look barbaric and gorgeous.
There were more than a dozen wooden sheds around the hut, and further outside, there were thousands of big and small tents.
At this time, he noticed that in the open space not far away, there were two strange creatures that looked like wolves and apes. They were as tall as hills, and were sitting there, eating the flesh of an unknown creature. He saw that a barbarian who was delivering the meat was also grabbed, kneaded together, and stuffed into his mouth. He couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea in his chest.
Zhang Yu said, "This is' Bi An ', a kind of spiritual creature that usually only lives to the west of Mount An. You should be careful not to get too close. This thing doesn't recognize anyone except its master."
Wu Shijiao nodded at once, and said a few words to the people behind him.
That warrior went up and negotiated with the guards of the camp for a while, and then repeatedly waved his hand at them.
Zhang Yu urged his horse forward, and a group of people followed behind him into the camp.
When they arrived at the camp, Wu Shijiao carefully observed the surroundings. However, he was surprised to see that the barbarians of the wilderness were never particular about their food and excrement. However, this Tough Claw tribe was not like this. He saw that they had specially dug ditches and pits for excrement. They were covered with covers, but there were still a lot of strange smells left behind.
At this time, he suddenly found that the barbarians in the camp saw them coming in, and surrounded them one by one. Some of them even blocked their way. He couldn't help but feel nervous.
Zhang Yu turned a blind eye to it, and rode his horse towards the hut located in the middle of the camp. The barbarians who were originally huddled together saw his horse coming over, and automatically separated. However, they didn't disperse, but stood on both sides and looked at them.
Wu Shijiao also followed closely behind. Seeing so many barbarians at such a close distance, he also trembled with fear. Under the cloak, his hand tightly gripped his sword.
When he came, he also complained that Zhan Zhitong didn't do a good job, but now he found that in this kind of environment, being able to freely communicate with these barbarians was already good enough. Zhan Zhitong not only stayed for more than a month, but also took the initiative to find a way to contact the chief.
At this time, a middle-aged priest came out and pushed aside the barbarians beside him. He came to the front and bowed. Then, he said something to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu nodded to him, and the priest led them to an open space. The priest took a pole and inserted it into the ground. Then, he bowed to Zhang Yu, and left after saying a few words.
Wu Shijiao said: "Envoy? What does that mean? "
Zhang Yu was now used to using his heart to sense people's emotions. When he came over, he felt a lot of auras. However, most of the auras were filled with the simplest desires and emotions of human nature. Only a few were calm and rational.
However, there were also some that were incompatible with this tribe, and even had a strong hostility towards them.
He looked around and said: "Wu Shijiao, you can arrange for people to set up tents here. After tonight, we will know the result."
Two barbarian men were sitting in a tent in the same camp. They were dressed in colorful clothes, and had a distinctive hooked nose on their faces. There was a small red bloodstain between their eyebrows. They looked like a bird that was about to spread its wings and fly away.
The person sitting on the left said: "I didn't expect the Dongting people to send their god's descendant as an envoy. 'Aikulu's' position is not very firm."
The other person wore a black half-mask, and his voice was strangely trembling and hoarse. "We can't let them negotiate. Only if there is a war in the south can the Dongting people withdraw their army from the north. "
"What do you plan to do?"
The masked man's eyes were cold. He took out a small knife and stabbed it into the wooden stake beside him. He said: "What do you think will happen if something happens to this god's descendant in 'Aikulu's' camp?"
"Good idea, but 'Toloti' hasn't made up his mind. We are near his altar, so we can't hide from him."
"We can offer enough sacrifices to 'Trotti' so that he won't interfere in this matter."
The man on the left thought for a while and said: "But we didn't bring many people. Can we deal with a god's descendant?"
The masked man was very confident. He said: "I have already checked. His spirituality is not very strong. This time, we brought three blood feather warriors who have drunk the blood of god. They are enough to deal with him!"
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