Chapter 53: hunting team

  Chapter 53 Hunting Team

  A herb picker is a person who snatches food from the mouth of the aborigines.

  Because of the hot and humid climate and dense jungle terrain, the aborigines in southern Xinjiang are not good at farming. Even if they find an extremely beneficial herb, it is difficult to find a suitable place to transplant it, and even if it is transplanted, it is difficult to grow it.

  So they are used to sowing seeds at will. After worshiping the spirit of the sea of ​​trees, the people of southern border will spread the seeds to any place they think is suitable, and let nature decide whether the seeds can germinate and become useful.

   It has been like this for nearly a thousand years.

In other words, in a sense, all the herbs and sublimated plants in the entire southern coastal redwood forest, from the ordinary red nuts that are too full to eat, to the extremely rare "foreseeing" that can strengthen spiritual vision Futaba', all are the fruits of the sowing of these aborigines.

  The herb collectors of the empire are naturally the despicable robbers who took away their fruits from the aboriginals.

In this regard, Brin thinks the logic of this group of aborigines is quite interesting, and he also thinks what the other party said is right. After all, if the aborigines hadn't been persistently sowing seeds for hundreds of years, there would never be a variety of sublimation plants and herbs in the south. Now this order of magnitude.

   But so what?

  He will grab it!

  The speed of the indigenous hunters is much faster than that of ordinary people. Although they are not as good as sublimators, they are more agile in the jungle because of their thin and light body.

  At this moment, it was another surprise attack. In Brin's eyes, the other party was like a shadow traveling through the forest.

  clang!

  An extremely loud metal collision sounded suddenly, but Brin pulled out the medicinal dagger from behind in the breath of the aborigine's surprise attack, and firmly supported the opponent's attack.

   Even, he still had the strength to roar, and pressed his body forward, forcing the raiding natives back, while he took advantage of the situation and rolled back to avoid the blowing arrow of the second native on the other side.

During the ups and downs, relying on Ian's reminder, although Brin seemed to roll aside in embarrassment, his body was covered with rotten leaves and sand, but he escaped unharmed, escaped from the unformed encirclement of the natives, and retrieved a Life.

  However, Brin, who often deals with indigenous people, knows very well that this is not the end.

  Because the other party has three people!

   "Ian! Run!"

  Relying on his skillful experience, Brin had just finished rolling, and forced a sideways dodge, and a dim light flickered just in front of his eyes, bringing a smell of wood.

  It is the poisonous arrow wood blowing dart commonly used by the aborigines. Although it doesn't have the miraculous effect on medium and large creatures like the Terrans and the small creatures like the mountain geese and grass rabbits, the piercing will seal the throat with blood, and Brin even carries anti-venom with him, but at this time he was hit One arrow can basically pronounce the death penalty.

  Brin's smooth dodge also stunned the hunter who thought he was sure to hit. In the blink of an eye, the herbalist who had finished shouting had hidden behind the brown elm tree and entered a dead corner.

  Even Ian, who was looking into the distance with his brows tightly furrowed, couldn't help being surprised by the opponent's skill after realizing this scene.

   This is not surprising.

  If you want to be a herb-gathering bandit, you also need a solid foundation, and snatching herbs and sublimation plants from the indigenous stronghold requires considerable skill-otherwise, you will not be a herb-gatherer, but a meat-deliverer.

  Use your own blood to water the flowers of the natives, and use your own meat to feed the natives. Perhaps it is the earliest express delivery industry in Terra Continent.

  Don’t look at Brin being slapped to the ground by Elder Purdue, but who is Elder Purdue? The top three sublimators in the entire Port of Harrison, the sublimated bloodline of the sublimation "Volcano Bear Lizard" is also a high-level inheritance that can reach the third energy level, let alone the other party is an elder, how dare Brin hide.

   "Looks like I'm going to die here today!"

In a few breaths, even dodging a few rounds of attacks from the natives, the shock did not turn into cold sweat. Brin thought to himself that he was fighting alone, and it would be fine if he could deal with one native hunter. He was desperate to deal with two, and now three, he There is no escape.

  So without hesitation, he immediately yelled: "Go, Ian, go to the nearby breeding factory and call someone! The two brothers of the Aubrey family should still be there, tell them to bring a bow and shield to avenge me!"

  The surrounding area of ​​this tidal flat was originally taken care of by the Bai Zhimin, and beside it was an oyster and shellfish farm. If Brin remembered correctly, there would be seven or eight people stationed there every day, including several experts.

  But where did Ian need his reminder, long before he reminded Brin to be careful of sneak attacks, he had already made up his mind to go to the breeding factory for help.

   But the current situation is obviously not right.

  Because the farm is burning.

  It was already evening, and the sun gradually sank into the sea, spreading a dim halo of orange-red.

However, just near the sea, there is a group of bright golden-red flames spreading. The scorching flames bring a column of hot wind and smoke that soars into the sky, and countless flying golden-red embers rise upwards, making the surrounding sea area They were all clearly photographed.

What was burning was the wooden house where the former garrison personnel of the breeding factory lived. The fire reflected, dragging Ian's shadow extremely long behind him, but the boy did not stare at the situation at the breeding factory for a long time. He turned his head and looked at To a sea area farther away.

  The crimson fire distorted the air, and the black smoke column rolled upwards.

  Fishing villages farther away also burned.

  With Harrison Port as the center, the immigrants of the empire founded many small villages. They were originally outposts, forts and aboriginal gathering places that were built when they fought against the aborigines in the past. Now they are all villages and towns.

  Now, dots of flames ignite in many places, and Ian can see five of them in one breath.

   Natives didn't just attack them. They attacked all the outreach villages of Port Harrison.

   "Are the natives attacking? Much faster than I expected."

   His heart sank slightly. Although Ian had been vigilant since seven days ago, so it was not surprising that the natives attacked, but he was still puzzled: "But it's basically a warning. How could they break through the city defense of the port?"

   Before he had time to think about it, Brin had just issued a second warning, telling Ian to ask for help quickly, but he didn't intend to leave.

  —The breeding factory is estimated to have been completely wiped out, so he can only go back to Port Harrison, but how can he escape the tracking of the natives in the open coastal areas or in the forest? Use it as a dart target?

  So now, what he has to do is very simple.

   "I'm just an engineer."

   Turning his head to the side, Ian looked at the three aboriginal hunters who had already surrounded Brin, intending to deal with this threatening herb collector before going to deal with his own child: "I don't have any fighting skills."

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened the vision horizon, and locked the opponent's position. The rhythm of breathing became long and gentle, and his heart heaved powerfully: "It's not as powerful as the genetic warrior."

   "So, we can only use a smarter way."

  At this moment, Brin was struggling to support himself. He rolled and climbed in the jungle, dodged left and right, and swung his knife from time to time, but not to block the enemy, but to cut through vines and clumps of air roots to escape.

   Anti-kill?

  If he can really kill three times with one hit, what kind of medicine collector is he? Wouldn’t it be good to be a small captain of the city defense team! He, Brin, is a bit talented, but not that talented. He can't get up and down. He is unwilling to be a farmer and is not good at force.

  However, during the hasty chase and escape, he had already figured out that the three indigenous hunters who hunted him down used knives and short guns, one with blowing arrows, and the other with blowing arrows and bows. They were a standard hunting team for medium and large prey.

   They cooperate quite skillfully and should be the backbone of a tribe.

but why? There are not many backbone hunters of the natives, there are only a few dozen in a large tribe of a thousand people, why would three of them come here to attack him?

  Brin couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to fight, but he was too tall, and he was destined to be faster than the natives in walking through the jungle.

  Following a gust of wind mixed with the excitable screams of the natives coming from behind, he didn't need to turn his head to know that the fastest-moving native with a knife had already caught up with him, and it was very likely that he had swung the knife towards his back.

   This time it was really like a light on his back, he even had the illusion of the blade piercing his own flesh and blood.

   "Looking for death!"

   At this critical moment, Brin turned around abruptly, gritted his teeth, stopped abruptly, then opened his arms, and turned around to embrace the attacking native knife hand!

  (end of this chapter)