Above The Sky

Herb collectors are those who take food from the natives.

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

Therefore, they are used to sowing seeds at will. After worshiping the spirit of the sea of ​​trees, the people of the southern border will sow the seeds wherever they see fit, and let nature decide whether the seeds can germinate and whether they can become useful.

It has been so for nearly a thousand years.

In other words, in a sense, all the herbs and sublimation plants in the entire southern coastal redwood forest, from the ordinary, red nuts that are too boring to eat, to the extremely cherished, can strengthen the 'foresight of psionic vision'. Futaba', all of which are the fruit of the seeds of these aboriginal people.

And the herb collectors of the empire were naturally the despicable robbers who took their fruits from their group of aborigines.

In this regard, Brin felt that the logic of this group of indigenous people was quite interesting, and he also felt that the other party was right. After all, if the indigenous people had not been planting seeds persistently for hundreds of years, the various sublimation plants and herbs in the south would never have been found. Now this order of magnitude.

But so what?

He grabs it!

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

At this moment, it was another raid. In Brin's eyes, the other party was like a shadow traveling through the forest, and it was already in front of him without a sound, and then the poisonous snake probed and bit down!

clang!

An extremely loud metal collision sounded suddenly, but Brin took out the medicine-collecting knife from behind in the breath of the native raid, and firmly held the opponent's slash.

Even, he still had the energy to roar, his body pressed forward and down, forcibly forced the raiding natives to retreat, and he took advantage of the situation to roll back and avoid the blowing arrows of the second native on the other side.

Between the ups and downs, with Ian's reminder, although Brin rolled to the side in an embarrassed manner, his body was covered with rotten leaves and sand, but he escaped, breaking out of the still-unformed encirclement of the natives, and regaining his life. .

However, Brin, who often deals with natives, is well aware that this is not the end.

Because the other party has three people!

"Ian! Run!"

With his skillful experience, Brin had just finished rolling, and forcibly flashed sideways, and a dim light flickered just right in front of his eyes, bringing with it a smell of wood.

It is the poison arrow wood blowing arrow commonly used by the indigenous people. Although it does not have the same miraculous effect on small creatures such as mountain geese and grass rabbits on medium-to-large creatures like Taila people, piercing it is to see blood and seal the throat. An arrow can basically declare a death sentence.

Brin's smooth dodging also made the hunter who thought he was sure to hit it for a moment.

Even Ian, who was looking into the distance with his brows furrowed in the distance, couldn't help but be surprised by the opponent's skill after he noticed this scene.

This is not surprising.

If you want to be a herbal robber, you also need a solid foundation, and stealing herbs and sublimated plants from the indigenous base camp requires considerable skills - otherwise, it will not be a herbalist, but a meat giver.

Water the natives with their own blood, and feed the natives with their own meat. Perhaps the earliest express industry in Terra Continent.

Don't look at Brin being beaten down by Elder Pude with a slap, but who is Elder Pude? The top three sublimators in the entire Harrison Harbor, the inherited sublimation bloodline 'Fuyan Bear Lizard' is also a high-level inheritance that can reach the third energy level, not to mention that the other party is an elder, where can Brin dare to hide.

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

In a few breaths, even dodging a few combined strikes from the natives, the surprise was too late to turn into a cold sweat. Brin paid himself to fight alone. It was enough to be able to deal with one native hunter. He fought two, now three, he Can't escape.

So without hesitation, he immediately shouted: "Come on, Ian, go to the next farm and call someone! The two brothers of the Aubrey family should still be there, and tell them to bring bows and shields to avenge me!"

Bai Zhimin was taking care of this tidal flat, and there was an oyster and shellfish farming factory on the side. If Brin remembered correctly, there would be seven or eight people stationed in it every day, including a few experts.

But where did Ian need him to remind him, 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 clearly not right.

Because the farm is burning.

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

However, just near the sea, there is a group of bright golden-red flames spreading. All were thoroughly photographed.

What was burning was the wooden house where the guards lived in front of the breeding plant. The fire was reflected and dragged Ian's shadow behind him for a long time, but the boy did not stare at the situation on the other side of the breeding plant for a long time. He turned his head and looked towards A farther sea.

The crimson flames distorted the air, and the jet-black plumes of smoke billowed upwards.

Farther fishing villages also burned.

Centered on Port Harrison, the settlers of the Empire founded many small villages. Their original origins were outposts, fortresses, and occupied aboriginal gathering places that were built in the past when they fought against the natives. Today, they are all villages and towns.

And now, with the sparks blazing in so many places, Ian could see five in one breath.

The natives didn't just attack them. They attacked the entire extension village of Port Harrison.

"Has the natives attacked? Much faster than I expected."

His heart sank, although Ian had been vigilant since seven days ago, so it was not surprising that the natives attacked, but he still wondered: "But it's just a matter of frightening the snake. How could they break the city defense of the port?"

Before he could think about it, Brin had just issued his second warning, asking Ian to hurry up and ask for help, but he had no intention of leaving.

——It is estimated that the breeding factory has been completely destroyed. He can only go back to Port Harrison, but how can he escape the tracking of the natives in the coastal open space or in the forest? To be used 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 native hunters who were already encircling Brin, planning to deal with the threatening herbalist, and then deal with his child: "I don't have any fighting skills."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened the vision of vision, locked the opponent's position, the rhythm of breathing became long and gentle, and his heart was vigorously heaving: "It is not as powerful as the genetic warrior."

"So, you can only use a smarter method."

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

Anti-kill?

If he can really fight and kill three times, why not be a herbalist? Wouldn't it be better to be the captain of the city defense team! He Brin just had some talent, but he didn't have that much. He couldn't get up or down. He wasn't willing to be a farmer, but he wasn't very good at force.

However, during the hasty chase, he had already figured out that the three native hunters who were chasing him, one with a knife and a short spear, one with a dart, and the other with a dart and a bow, were a very standard team of hunting medium and large prey.

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

but why? There are not many hardcore hunters of the indigenous people, and there are only dozens of them in a large clan with 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 unable to travel faster than the natives in the jungle.

With a gust of fishy wind mixed with the excited screams of the natives coming from behind, he didn't have to look back to know that the knife-wielding native who was the quickest had caught up with him, and it was very likely that he had swung a knife towards his back.

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

"court death!"

At this critical moment, Brin turned around abruptly. He gritted his teeth, stopped abruptly, and then opened his arms, turning around and hugging the attacking native swordsman!