wild trail

Chapter 93 Conversation with the Old Man

After riding a giant deer for most of the day, his physical strength was severely exhausted. After dinner, Wang Lang lay on the hay and fell asleep not long after.

The next day, Black Horn and the others brought the three captives to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang was fiddling with a sling in his hand, and beside him was a stone spear with exquisite workmanship. When he saw these weapons, he was very surprised. The workmanship of these weapons was already very mature. The level is already very advanced.

Putting down the sling in his hand, Wang Lang squinted his eyes at the three captives who were kneeling on the ground, their faces pale with fright. He pointed to the man in the middle and said, "You! Come here."

The person Wang Lang pointed at was frightened out of his wits, his body shaking like chaff.

Seeing that the man didn't respond to Wang Lang's words, Jian Ya grabbed the man's hair and dragged him over. This action scared the other two into silence.

Looking at the prisoner who kept kowtowing for mercy on the ground, Wang Lang said: "You raise your head, if you are obedient, I will not kill you." After speaking, he glanced at Kong San and asked her to translate to the prisoner.

After hearing this, the prisoner immediately raised his head tremblingly, and looked at Wang Lang in fear.

Looking at the young face in front of him, Wang Lang guessed that he was only in his teens, and primitive people are relatively precocious. Although he looks young, in the eyes of others, he is already an adult.

"What's your name?" Wang Lang asked in a flat tone.

The young man bowed his head and just remained silent.

"The leader asked you something, and you dare not answer it."

Jian Ya went up to punch and kick the young man, but Wang Lang held him back and said, "Why are you so irritable?"

Jian Ya wanted to say something else, but seeing Wang Lang's stern face, he could only give the young man a hard look, and stood aside resentfully.

Wang Lang looked at the young man with a smile and said, "You can keep silent, but if you don't want your companion to die, it's better if I ask you what you say."

The young man seemed to have forgotten the fear in his heart after listening to it, and straightened his neck and yelled at Wang Lang.

"What did he say?" Wang Lang asked.

Kong San said hesitantly: "This...he said..."

Wang Lang frowned and said, "Just tell me what you have, I won't blame you."

Kong San swallowed his saliva and said: "He said that he is a warrior of the tribe. His patriarch and father will lead his tribe to kill us all. Even if they die, their souls will be admired by the tribe. Let us These people are ready to receive the wrath of the gods."

After the translation, the people were furious immediately, Jianya kicked the young man down, and cursed: "You people are worthy of being called warriors, if you want to kill us all, our tribe is a big tree, you Just cowardly bugs under the big tree, better let them come, I'm just trying to see if my spear is sharp."

Wang Lang asked someone to pull his strong teeth away, and calmed down the others. He looked at the young man lying on the ground and said, "I wanted you to suffer less, but you asked for it."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the other two prisoners with pale faces, and said, "Say it or not."

Like the young man, those two people just confronted each other with silence.

Wang Lang sneered, "Tie them up and hang them on the wall."

Jian Ya grinned, and called a few people to drag the three captives down. After a while, amidst a burst of screams, the three were trapped and hung upside down on the wall.

Wang Lang looked at all this calmly, and he didn't know why he didn't feel agitated in the face of these things. He would scold others for a while when he saw others mistreating animals.

Now he treats the same kind like this, but he doesn't feel it at all. He can't figure out when he became so cold-blooded. Could it be that he stayed in this wild world for too long and was influenced by them?Unable to understand, he could only shake his head and walked towards the escaped slaves who were watching.

Those fugitive slaves looked at those who had enslaved them before, and now they were hung up like wild animals waiting to be slaughtered. Their moods were very complicated now, with excitement and panic.

Seeing Wang Lang approaching, these fugitive slaves stood aside in fear.

Wang Lang called the old man over and moved a wooden pier for him to sit opposite to him.

Said: "Elder, I want to know the situation of the fire tribe, can you tell me?"

The old man said nervously: "Great leader, I'm just a lowly ant-like slave, how can I bear such a title, what do you want to know, as long as I know, I will tell you."

Wang Lang nodded in satisfaction and said, "Tell me about the situation of that tribe."

The old man thought for a while and said: "The Raging Fire Tribe is one of several powerful tribes in the west. When I was a child, my tribe was attacked by the Raging Fire Tribe, and all the tribesmen were captured as slaves. It was a long time ago."

"Are there many tribes in the west? How many people are there in each tribe?"

"There are many tribes in the west. Among them, the tribe with as many fingers as one hand is the most powerful. The Fire tribe is one of them. There are many of them, and they are as crowded as the stars in the sky." The old man said in his poor language described.

Hearing this news, Wang Lang was silent for a while, and asked, "How far are they from here?"

"I don't know how long I've been away, but I remember that it was a moonless day when I escaped."

Kong San’s translation was a bit stumbling, Wang Lang felt it, trying to understand the old man’s words, he guessed that the moonless day mentioned by the old man should be the first day of each month, after thinking about the moon last night, he guessed that The tribe was at most half a month away from here, and he was surprised by such a short distance.

Thinking of having so many powerful enemies by his side, Wang Lang's heart sank, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped his heart.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, he said, "I remember you said before that you can plant. Do those tribes also grow edible food, is it the same as the ones we grow outside?"

The old man shook his head and said, "They also grow edible plants, but they are different from those outside. We were caught by them to grow a plant called Ugu."

"What does Ugu look like?" Wang Lang asked.

"They grow in the soil, they are round, and there are finger-sized Ugu growing under one tree, but we have never eaten it, so we don't know what it tastes like," the old man said.

"Round, growing in the soil? Could it be that this Ugu is a potato?" Wang Lang muttered to himself.

The yield and adaptability of potatoes are very strong. If it is really potatoes, the number of people who can support them will be extremely terrible. This is definitely not good news for Wang Lang.

(End of this chapter)