Banished To Another World Chapter 269

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  Chapter 269: Do you want a water tank?

"We dare not." Yan Mo's voice is amplified to ensure that the rear can also hear: "I am a priest given inheritance by the ancestor G.o.d, guided by the ancestor G.o.d and my warriors to build the Jiu Yuan Tribe, the Jiu Yuan people are kind and friendly treasure all things, we strive to make friends with all kinds of intelligent creatures, our tribe and around there are many intelligent races, such as It's not necessary. We will never take the initiative to invade other intelligent creatures. "

Yan Mo said, "So as soon as my warriors and I found out that the Moer-Gan People meant to set fire to the forest, we put people into the forest, regardless of our own safety, and my warriors and I took the risk of catching their leader. If you don't believe it, you can go out and have a look. The Moer-Gan People have prepared a lot of firewood, and we have caught their leader and are about to make him give up such behavior.”

Yan Mo's words of righteousness are also to blame for such a cheeky remark. If in his previous life, he dared to say these words in front of the public, and most of the audience will spit at him.

The Mandrill let out a scream. Yuan Zhan and others thought that the Mandrill was going to launch an attack, but they saw Yan Mo raise his hand and told them to not move.

"It's calling its people." Yan Mo whispered to Yuan Zhan.

Sure enough, in a few moments, two red apes climbed up, and neither of them was very friendly to Yan Mo and others.

What did the Mandrill and the two apes say, and when they heard it, the two apes made angry cries, turned and jumped up the tree and ran away.

This time, without Yan Mo's translation, Yuan Zhan also saw that the two apes were supposed to go outside to see the Moer-Gan People.

The Mandrill also faced Yan Mo, "The Jiu Yuan, why are your people..."

Yan Mo interrupted, "these people are not the Jiu Yuan People, we just rescued them, want to become Jiu Yuan People, they must pa.s.s the test of the ancestors."

The Mandrill stared at Yan Mo and frowned at Yuan Zhan. "Where is the leader of the Moer-Gan? Give him to me. I can let you and your warriors through the jungle, no one else can! "

Yan Mo shook his head. "If I saved the slaves, I couldn't give them up halfway. If you couldn't let all of us through, then neither I nor my warriors would go alone. As for the leader of the Moer-Gan, we left him outside."

"Bring him!"

Yan Mo shook his head again. "Do you want to kill him? I don't recommend you kill him."

The Mandrill elder got angry again, "Human! You really... "!"

"I don't want to kill him, I'm worried about you and the creatures in the forest!" Yan Mo shouted in a louder voice, and when he caught the attention of the Mandrill, his voice was calmed down. "That leader is the son of the Moer-Gan's Chief, and a Chief is your position in your people, if your child is killed by whom. Are you going to let them go?

The Mandrill just wanted to shout that we were not afraid of them.

Yan Mo added, "They can't beat you, but they can set fire, they can poison. We can walk and leave, but can you give up this forest? If it weren't for you and the forest, it wouldn't be hard to kill them all with the strength of my warriors."

The Mandrill shut up.

Yan Mo touched his throat, pulled out his kettle and drank water. It was not easy to be a lobbyist. He not only had a sharp mouth, but also a loud voice and a clear voice. He had to quench his thirst.

The Mandrill saw him shake his hand and he found a strange thing made of stone. He took another step forward curiously.

Yuan Zhan was seized by Yan Mo subconscious defense.

He raised a stone kettle made for him by Yuan Zhan. "This is a kettle, a water-filling device, haven't you seen it? Here you are. "

The Mandrill just wanted to reach out, but he retracted and looked at him suspiciously.

Yan Mo lifted the kettle and took another sip, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and lifted it again. "I can swear to my ancestors with my soul that I have no malice against you." Although I want to dissect you.

The Mandrill was curious about the kettle. He jumped quickly in front of Yan Mo, reached out his paws, grabbed the kettle, jumped back, grabbed it, turned it around and looked for a while, and tried to pour the water into his mouth with his head up.

Yan Mo thought that the mandrill was a wise creature and had no experience. He would be deceived equally. If he put the medicine in the water, u would have had already been disposed of to him.

The Mandrill elder drank his saliva, smacked his lips and held the kettle in his arms, apparently not planning to return it.

They are smart, but they can only do some very simple tools, drinking water mostly with leaves, usually directly drinking water near the source, with this thing, it can drink water in the nest without running out.

The Mandrill elder let out another scream, and its people had been waiting nearby for about a long time and came running when they heard the scream.

Several apes came this time. They all grabbed a human in their hands, jumped forward and threw them between their eldest brother and Yan Mo.

Several people cried out in pain. After seeing Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan clearly, they cried happily again. They should have been saved!

The Mandrill elder held the kettle and pointed to four people on the ground, "Exchange."

Yuan Zhan's mouth twitched, but Yan Mo smiled and nodded, "Okay, exchange. Do you want more and bigger water-filling tools? It can be placed in a hole or in a tree. Large water tanks can also collect rainwater.”

"You have it?"

"My warriors can make it for you, but the bigger it is, the harder it is to make it. A large water tank needs at least 500 people to make."

"Five hundred?" The Mandrill elder couldn't count.

Yan Mo had to say, "I can ask my warriors to make two big tanks for you, but you have to give them back to me."

"No!" The Mandrill elder did not count and felt that it was not cost-effective to replace so many objects with only two tanks.

"What are you going to do with those people? Can you eat them? Or keep them? Even if you eat them, it will be gone out, but two large tanks, as long as you do not break them, you can use for a long time, hundreds of thousands of years, no problem, can be pa.s.sed on to many generations.

The Mandrill elder meditated that the reason why it is a wise creature is because it can think. It wants the big water tank in the human mouth very much, and it wants to leave those caught characters. These people will fight with him, so it's better to change the water tank.

"I want this big." The Mandrill elder opened his arms and drew a big circle.

Yan Mo... You are really not greedy.

Yuan Zhan thought, with ability, I can give you the size of the water tank.

Yan Mo had wanted Yuan Zhan to start, but when he swept one of the four, he suddenly changed his mind. If The Mandrill found it so easy for them to make water tanks, who knows if there would be another exchange?

"It's impossible to be so big. It's very troublesome to make a water tank. You can see it." Yan Mo waved to the warriors behind him to take the four back. "It will take some time. I hope you can keep my men on the edge of the forest for a while making the water tank, because I want to help you solve the problems that the Moer-Gan People may cause thoroughly."

"Kill them!"

"I told you just now that you can't kill them, even if you kill them, you can't kill them all, you have to threaten them. I'll bring their leader in a minute, and we'll try to scare him so that he won't dare fight this forest again."

The Mandrill's expression is much more peaceful than when he jumped out. Although his hideous face is as fierce as before, he has no strong killing spirit as before.

Just then the two apes came back and brought the Moer-Gan People to The Mandrill, who had collected a lot of firewood and piled it somewhere on the edge of the forest.

The Mandrill was furious, shouted at Yan Mo, asked him to restore the place to its original state, then make a water tank for him, and went with his men to find the Moer-Gan People in gloom.

Jiu Feng's voice came from the air. He was telling Yan Mo that he was going to follow him.

As soon as the Mandrill left, Yan Mo leaned directly behind Yuan Zhan. "Huh, Laozi is exhausted. I'd rather have three major operations in a row. This not what I should do."

Yuan Zhan picked him up with one arm. "You're The Priest." The Priest does more than just cure.

Yan Mo knows this too. He threw his old face aside and put his hands around Yuan Zhan's neck.

Yuan Zhan's heart seems to have produced a small velvet ball, which rolls around on the tip of his heart, itchy and soft. He thought the little priest wasn't talking to him. Are you being coquettish?

The Mandrill elder led his men to watch out for The Moer-Gan People while Yuan Zhan worked hard to restore the thrown plants. Fortunately, his ability to control trees had reached 2nd Rank. As long as they were replanted in the soil, Yan Mo did not want to listen to the pain and complaints voices of the trees and left it to Yuan Zhan alone.

Yuan Zhan didn't feel much hards.h.i.+p either. When he made the s.p.a.ce, for convenience, he lifted the gra.s.s directly from the deep soil. The roots of the gra.s.s were not hurt by much.

Only when the trees were restored, he moved them a little bit, leaving room for so many of them to camp.

Dda had come back with the bucket, but he had a good look at Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan confronting that foot. He did not rush to join the fun. Instead, he handed the bucket to Ding Fei and let him use it. Until Yan Mo came back, he continued to pretend to be a bodyguard close to him.

Yan Mo was busy with the treatment of the seriously injured. When he was almost busy, he asked DHe to bring the young slaves he had saved. He also asked Dda where the water was fetched.

Dda gestured, pointing to the northeast, whispering a few times.

Yan Mo heard that there was a small valley not far away, so he moved the idea of temporarily transferring more than 1,000 people there, but he also needed to communicate with The Mandrill elder. By the way, he also wants to ask if the mandrill knows the Salt Mountain Tribesmen. It's reasonable that the Salt Mountain Tribesmen should be known when they enter the dense forest. They did not expel the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, did they have any deal with the Salt Mountain Tribesmen?

The teenager came, and after more than twenty days of recuperation, he has completely recovered. At that time, the child was mainly hungry, full of food and drink, improved physical immunity, plus Yan Mo powder, and carefully cared for, whiplash soon recovered.

The teenager was a little nervous. He wondered what Yan Mo had specifically asked him to come.

In the distance, his brother and Tribesmen looked anxiously at this side and dared not approach at random.

"What's your name?" Yan Mo motioned the teenager to sit down.

The teenager dared not sit down, he went half crouching and half kneeling, "DRen, my name is Xia Yu."

"Do you have a surname?"

The teenager was at a loss. He doesn't have the concept of surname yet.

Yan Mo saw this and asked, "What's the name of your tribe? Where is it?"

The teenager dare not hide, mainly it's because there was nothing to hide, his tribe has disappeared, his tribesmen either died, or were caught as slaves, all scattered, now there are only a dozen of them left here.

Yan Mo wrote down his direction, which should be a tributary river just above the Moer-Gan and separated from the middle reaches of the river.

"So we've probably pa.s.sed your old home all the way?"

Xia Yu nodded and shook her head again. "Yes, but it's still inside. It's four or five days' walk before we can see the White Mountain where we live."

Yan Mo thinks that the White Mountain where the people live is probably made of natural porcelain clay. "Can you make pottery?"

"Pottery?" Xia Yu apparently never heard the words.

Yan Mo explains simply, "I know you'll make tools out of clay and water and then burn them with fire. Now I need you and your Tribesmen to make some of them out your way."

Xia Yu's face turned pale. How could this person know? It is the secret of their clan that they can burn utensils with fire, and he is the chosen disciple of the witch. Since the witch was killed, he is the only one who knows how to burn utensils in the clan. His Tribesmen would protect him that way, and that's why. He and his brother are still thinking about the future opportunities...

Yan Mo has taught so many students that he can't hide his eyes from the changes in his face. He can also guess his mind. He just wants to keep his skills and lead Tribesmen to rise again in the future, or take a place in The Jiu Yuan, and so on.

He laughed and said directly, "I'm the ancestors' Priest, and of course I know how to make utensils. Even your G.o.d treasure, the ball, I can make them. But I want to give you and your Tribesmen a chance. The Jiu Yuan is not accessible to everyone. If you want to be the Jiu Yuan People and accept the Jiu Yuan asylum, you must behave more useful than others. Of course, you can also choose to give up this opportunity..."

Seeing that the teenager was shaking a little, Yan Mo raised his hand. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Since you don't want to be the Jiu Yuan People, I won't reluctantly let you go, I will trade you back to other tribes."

"No!" The teenager called out immediately when he heard that Yan Mo was going to trade them back to other tribes.

This time they spent enough time for him to discover how kind and powerful the Chief and the Priest of the Jiu Yuan Tribe are. They ate and drank the same food and drink as the slaves along the way. They did not let the slaves serve them, and even took care of them in turn. For example, this time they were injured by big monkeys, so many injured people, the two people could have totally ignore the injured, but they helped them themselves.

If another tribe changes, they may not be able to find such a good master.

And Ding Ning Ding Fei once told them that Jiu Yuan was without slaves, even if they will not Jiu Yuan become the real Jiu Yuan People in the short term. When they returned to the Jiu Yuan, they could also do long-term work. As long as they worked hard, no one would beat them with a whip or starve them of food.

More importantly, Mo DRen can also burn utensils. He can even make the mouthwatering bone objects of The Moer-Gan People. Why can't he burn mud? Mo DRen was so kind to give them the job of burning utensils, probably because he knew something about it. If they don't. Mo DRen can find someone else.

Most importantly, it's a magical priest. He cannot only do many magical things, but also talk to The Water G.o.d and the monsters. The Water G.o.d and the monsters listen to him, not attacking him, and even returned his Tribesmen.

He thought that the Jiu Yuan Tribe of the magical priest must be very powerful. If they join in, no matter how many tools they burn, they don't have to worry about being robbed and attacked by other tribes. In winter, they don't have to worry about not having enough to eat, do they?

"I, we want to be the Jiu Yuan People, really!" Xia Yu was dying of anxiety, instead of half crouching and half kneeling the young man went on to kneel on both legs, "DRen, please don't sell us to other tribes, we are willing to do it! We'd like to make your utensils for you! "

Yan Mo motioned Xia Yu to get up. He had some questions in his mind. "Do the other tribes not know that you can burn utensils? I thought it was easy."

Xia Yu still knelt, thinking that this is not easy, just wanting to control the heat of this point is very difficult, let alone wash the soil and other steps. But maybe they find it difficult, not in Mo DRen's eyes.

Yan Mo also knows that it's not easy to make good pottery and porcelain. He said that only to deter teenagers.

Xia Yu calmed down and quickly answered, "The witches say that we are not strong enough. If we exchange these fired instruments with other tribes, we will be attacked by stronger tribes and turned into slaves. The way of burning instruments will be robbed later. Even if we don't say so, they will force us to speak out. It's like the Weavers Clan who were wiped out by The Moer-Gan."

Yan Mo raised his eyebrows. "The Moer-Gan's weaving technology was stolen from another clan?"

Xia Yu nodded. "I heard that in order to get the weaving method, the Moer-Gan killed their Tribesmen one by one and took out their intestines in front of the Weavers Clan's Chief and the Priest. The Weavers Clan' chief and the priest could not bear the wailing of Tribesmen, so they could only speak out. When the Moer-Gan People got the method and found the loom, he took all the weavers women and killed all the others.”

"No wonder."

Xia Yu's eyes were sad. "For this reason, when we were attacked by the Yun people, my father and the witch DRen told everyone to smash all the utensils and throw them into the cave, except for our signs."

Yan Mo sank into silence for a moment, took out the porcelain ball from the package, grabbed the juvenile's hand, and put the ball in his hands. "Do good work, The Jiu Yuan does not raise useless and lazy people."

Xia Yu is happy and incredible holding the porcelain ball.

Yuan Zhan planted the trees and went to see the excitement. When he came back, he shared what he had seen with Yan Mo.

"You say that the Mandrill's ability is very strong?"

"Yes, I saw it rush into the Moer-Gan warriors and catch them..." Yuan Zhan made a tearing motion. "The Moer-Gan warriors probably lost Qi Hao and were a bit confused. They probably didn't expect a group of big monkeys to attack them. Those big monkeys would hit people with stones, and even I didn't know where they got so many stones."

Yuan Zhan spoke with a smile on his face, as if he was relieved to see the Mandrill tearing people apart.

"Who's the best on both sides?" Yan Mo didn't want to hear that. He was afraid that he would have to save people.

But since the apes fought with The Moer-Gan People, The Guide has not given any hints that he would not save anything if he saw death. In the judgment on the other side of The Guide, The Moer-Gan should belong to the right side. Even if he did not lend a hand to help, he would not be dead or helpless.

Yan Mo suspects that the Moer-Gan's failure may be due to the fact that they prepared dry wood to set fire to the forest.

When he thought of it, he patted his head and found that the Moer-Gan was going to set fire to the forest, they could do nothing, as long as he said that he wanted to protect the forest.

Yuan Zhan grabbed his hand and patted himself on the head. "Outside the woods, the Moer-Gan warriors may be a little more powerful, but the Mandrill is so powerful that even the whips that goes around it can break it. The big monkeys are hiding in trees. The Moer-Gan warriors have no bows and arrows and can't kill them by spears. The Moer-Gan Peoples also knew that when they entered the woods, they could not win the big monkeys and fled.”

"Be on guard against them setting fire. The Mandrill will surely come back to us later. You bring Qi Hao with you. Doesn't he think we dare not kill him? Let the Mandrill elder talk to him in his way.”

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