Chapter 582: Early Warning from the Strange Face Tribe
“What did it say?” Ted looked confused.
He said he regarded Babaka as his "son", but in fact he knew nothing about the Qimian language, and his daily communication relied on gestures and guessing.
Simpler things, such as eating, drinking, and sleeping, are certainly easy to express, but Babaka's long list of dancing made him completely miss the point.
"Its original words were, 'The big dragon is about to wake up.'" Maka's face no longer had the playful smile before. She held Babaka's shoulders and confirmed again in the Qimian language. After a while.
Babaka answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
Maka looked at Ted and nodded. She trusted Babaka just like Gordon and the others trusted Pork Chop.
Ted did not hesitate and decided to issue an early warning immediately.
In order to attract everyone's attention as quickly as possible, Ted used a "rather drastic" method to sound the alarm.
He unfolded the noble lady's candle, pointed the muzzle in the air, and directly activated the dragon cannon's mechanism.
"Boom!"
The ear-splitting roar swept through the silent night sky all around.
Everyone looked over. Even the people resting in the tent were called by their companions and began to gather here.
The president’s lady was one of the first to arrive.
She sniffed, there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, and glanced at the barbecue Hayata had hidden behind her, her eyebrows raised.
But she had no time to pursue these matters at the moment, so she stared at Ted and asked straight to the point: "What's going on?"
"The old mountain dragon is not dead, it is about to wake up." Ted replied simply.
The president looked cautiously at the untouched pile of rubble and asked, "Based on that?"
Gordon was worried that the smell of alcohol in Ted's mouth would affect the president's interpretation of his statement. After making a judgment, he said from the side: "It was Babaka who gave the warning, this little odd-faced tribe."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Babaka.
The little Qimian tribe was a little nervous, waving their hands and saying: "Baka Gaka Gaga!"
"Huh? It said."
Maka was just about to translate, but the president lady was already wrinkled He raised his eyebrows and said, "What did other Qimian Clan tell you? Who else's hunting partner in this battle is a Qimian Clan?"< br>
Hayata next to Gordon asked him in a low voice, "Madam President, it turns out that she knows the language of the Qimian tribe."
Looked past Maka and was communicating smoothly with Babaka. Ms. Ti, Gordon touched his chin and said: "After living for a long time, is it normal to master more languages?"
"Wild strange-faced tribe?" The president's brows deepened.
The Strange Face tribe has a high IQ and has even developed a primitive society. However, most tribes have an unfriendly attitude towards humans, so they are also defined as "small monsters" by the guild.
It is one thing to be more vigilant with an attitude of preferring to believe it, but it is really difficult for her to completely trust the wild strange-faced tribe that has never shown up.
The pork chop emerged from Gordon's feet and scratched his ears.
It felt like it had guessed who it was.
"Come out, meow!"
Pork Chop climbed on top of Gordon's head and shouted around: "Don't worry, meow, we won't attack your meow!"
This Next, everyone's attention shifted to the pork chop.
In full view of the public, Gordon, who was treated as a cat climbing frame by the pork chop, was also a little numb.
The square fell silent. Five seconds and ten seconds passed without any response.
"Kababa Chaka!" Babaka also shouted, but there was still no response.
The president lady glanced around, twirling the pipe on her fingertips, and after thinking for a moment, she also spoke a Qimian language.
"The president said that he will ensure the safety of the other party." Maka whispered to the companions to translate.
There was another moment of silence.
“Puff Suosuo”
Amidst the slight churning of earth and rocks, a strange-faced tribe member wearing a complex bone mask and larger than his fellow tribesmen emerged from the pile of rubble.
Not only it, but several other strange-faced tribesmen emerged in the blink of an eye. They shook off the sand and soil on their bodies and guarded nervously around him.
Several hunters subconsciously drew their weapons. They realized that the wild strange-faced tribe that appeared in front of them was no ordinary small monster.
There is also the King of the Strange Face Tribe with a very high danger level.
"Put away your weapons, there will be no danger." The president lady glanced at the nervous hunters.
Not to mention that there are more than fifty hunters gathered here, but those high-ranking hunters alone have the strength to deal with the King of the Strange Face Clan on their own. The fact that the other party dares to show up is already considered to be quite sincere.
"It's really you, meow." Zhupa scratched his head, the newly scarred wound on his forehead was still itchy.
The King of the Strange Face Tribe in the bone mask took a deep look at it, "Chaka, Gabachagala."
Gordon, Hayata, and Ted all looked at Ma Ka, the meaning in his eyes is very obvious - please translate?
Maka looked confused, "The accent is so strange, I, I don't seem to understand?"
"Is it possible that the language of the Strange Face Tribe here in Xiuret is somewhat different from that in your hometown in the desert?" Hayata guessed.
The two regions are thousands of kilometers apart.
Maka caught Babaka, asked a few questions, and said with a subtle expression: "It seems to be for this reason, it is the first time I know that there are dialects among the Qimian tribe in different regions.
Qimian is Babaka’s mother tongue , so it can understand roughly, but I can’t understand it well.”
“Then how can the president communicate with you without any barriers?” Ted looked at you, the king of the Strange Face Tribe, with a serious look on his face. Ms. Fanti, who communicated seriously with each other one by one, asked curiously.
Gordon smiled dryly, "After living for a long time, it's understandable that you can master a few more dialects of the Strange Face Tribe, right?"
Ted: "."
Over there, it's over with The lady who is the president of the exchange with the King of the Strange Face Clan has an ugly expression on her face.
She directly began to issue instructions, "Enter combat status. Senior hunters, get ready. Others, gather the artillery and ammunition that can be used before and surround them."
Everyone did not hesitate and took action immediately.
Non-combatant members such as medical staff began to retreat in an orderly manner. The hunters made a series of preparations before the battle. The upper-level hunters were called together by the president's lady.
"Pig Chop, please go reconnaissance and confirm." President Fan Ti said to Pig Chop.
“I understand, meow!”
Seeing Pig Chop getting into the rubble, the president’s lady said to everyone: “According to the king of the strange-faced tribe, the aura of Laoshan Dragon It is gradually returning to strength. At dawn, the last It should wake up completely by noon.”
“At least it’s not the worst case scenario. It spent four days in slumber. We just need to hold it back for a few more days.” The construction can be completed." Xia Zuo nodded.
"I just don't know how much its injuries have recovered." Gordon said with a wry smile: "I hope what we need to face is not an old mountain dragon in its prime."
"If that's the case, then it's just I can risk my life to deal with it.”
“Let’s confirm the division of labor and rounds.”
While the upper-level hunters were discussing tactics, Pork Chop got out of the ground and ran away. come over.
"How is the situation?" the president asked hurriedly.
"What the King of the Strange Face Tribe said is true, Meow." Zhupa shook off the dirt on his body, "I still can't feel my breath, but the sense of intimidation is much stronger than the previous few days Meow."
"Where is the wound? Is the wound healed?" Gordon asked.
Pork Chop gave a not too bad answer, "The wound has stopped bleeding, but it has not healed. It may be because there are too many gravels and foreign matter in the wound, which affects the wound."
The hunters were slightly relieved after hearing this.
If Laoshanlong really recovered from his injuries, how could they break through the defense without artillery, dragon-killing carbon, city walls and dragon-killing guns?
"Anyway, prepare for a tough battle." Yamos said in a deep voice.
“Meow?”
The tips of Pig Pork’s ears twitched, and it suddenly raised its head.
A black shadow was slowly descending under the cover of the night sky.
That's a fast airship. (End of chapter)