#1142 - Chapter 1142 Arriving at the Bandit Tribe
"Yes, then why is that?" the boy was also a little confused.
"Could it be related to that blue stone?" the little girl asked.
"That's possible." The boy pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Great! My brother is so amazing, he will definitely be able to avenge Papa and Mama!" the little girl shouted happily.
"Let's wait a bit. There are too many of them. If we rashly go back and can't beat them, it might not be easy to escape again," the boy said, shaking his head.
In reality, he didn't want his sister to follow him back to risk her life.
If he wanted revenge, he had to settle her down first.
After the boy finished speaking, he walked up to the two men lying on the ground, pointed his sword at the long-haired man, and asked:
"I'll ask you one last time, where is your tribe located?"
"I I I... It's on the other side of the mountain."
The long-haired man didn't dare to resist at all now, and stammered as he pointed to the mountain in the north.
"How many people are there in your tribe?" the boy continued to ask.
"There There There are two hundred... more people," the long-haired man replied.
"Are they all like you, robbing others?" the boy asked.
"...Yes." The long-haired man nodded.
In the northern border area of the Nata tribe in the Central Plains, there are many mobile small tribes. Due to the scarcity of food, they often infiltrate southwards and rob other tribes.
Moreover, they themselves are often robbed by other tribes.
Therefore, in the entire northern border area, there are frequent cases of mutual killing and conquest.
In addition, these tribes are small in scale and have relatively little communication with the large tribes in the Central Plains, and they have not received support from the large tribes.
They have no chance to see the chief, let alone seek the chief's help.
Therefore, they can only keep moving, or make themselves fierce.
The Frost Land tribe where the boy belonged was a small tribe that had no ability to rob others and could only keep moving.
He was very familiar with the situation here and had no sympathy for these bandits at all.
Immediately, after learning the specific location of their tribe, he directly raised his knife and cut the long-haired man's neck.
"Ah! Ah! Help!"
The other man saw that the boy killed without blinking an eye, stood up and ran.
"Thud!"
The boy strode forward and directly stabbed him in the back with his sword.
"Pfft!"
The man spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot before he could shout a word.
The little girl was watching from the side. At the age of four, she wasn't even a little scared to see someone being killed.
Now that all four robbers were dead, the boy put away his bronze sword, carried his sister on his back, and walked towards the mountain in the north.
This mountain is not high, nor is it big.
In one hour, the two of them reached the top of the mountain.
Looking down from the highest point, you can indeed see wisps of smoke rising from the foot of the mountain. This shows that there is indeed a small tribe here.
Judging from the number of smoke columns, the tribe is indeed not big.
Of course, this is relative.
Even if it is not big, it is much larger than their Frost Land tribe.
The boy carried the girl on his back and began to descend the mountain, heading towards the tribe.
He has a plan to occupy this tribe.
Anyway, the people in the tribe are all robbers. He has no psychological burden to kill those who don't obey.
Another hour later, the boy finally entered the tribe.
It was noon at this time, and many people were in groups of three or five, burning bonfires in the open space. It seemed that they were preparing to cook lunch.
The boy wandered aimlessly in the tribe, and soon attracted the attention of others.
There was no way around it, it was rare to see a new face in this remote area. Especially in their bandit tribe, new faces were all caught back.
Like the two of them, children who were both unfamiliar and not tied up, looked strange no matter how you looked at them.
Especially the bronze sword with a cold light on his waist, was not something ordinary people could possess.
Many people stopped what they were doing, threw away the firewood in their hands, stood up straight, and looked at him.
Some people who looked strong and sturdy and not easy to mess with, slowly gathered in the direction of the little boy.
The boy saw that everyone was looking at him, and knew that he, an outsider, had attracted everyone's attention.
But he was not afraid.
He slowed down, hugged his sister tightly, and sized up the various directions out of the corner of his eye.
"Boy, who are you? Where did you come from?" A burly man with a beard stood opposite him and spoke first.
"I'm here to find my uncle," the boy replied.
"Your uncle? Who is your uncle?" The bearded man frowned.
It was the first time he had encountered someone looking for relatives.
"His name is A'Mao," the boy replied.
"A'Mao? Never heard of him!" The bearded man showed a malicious smile.
If the relative they were looking for was not in this tribe, then these two little ones would become his prey.
"Impossible! He once told me that he was in this tribe!" the boy denied.
