Chapter 1130 Quack!
What the hell is this!
Feng Ying and Aiden, who were ready to face the ancient dragon, looked at the dull eyes of the monster in front of them, and they themselves fell into a daze.
Ai Bo, who was hiding in the rear passage, stuck out his head, took a closer look at the fat and bloated monster, and said loudly to his companions: "That's the Rock Thief Dragon!
Yang Dragon monsters eat rock ores as their main food. They store the explosive components in the ores in their mouths and spit them out like cannonballs.”
Feng Ying hesitated for a moment and made a gesture to indicate to Aiden not to initiate an attack.
She is not Lieyan's "violent" temperament, who rushes over and kicks every gas frog she sees. The purpose of their operation is investigation, not hunting, and she does not intend to cause trouble.
However, just because the hunters had no intention of launching an attack, it did not mean that the rock thief dragon was not hostile to them as intruders.
It used its front paws to support its bloated body, held its head high and its fat belly, and approached them half-walking, half-moving, with hot and bright red reflected in its throat, chest and abdomen. Light.
This is obviously a precursor to some kind of attack.
Feng Ying narrowed her eyes. Since you took the initiative to stir up trouble, you can't blame us.
"Quick victory." Feng Ying raised her sword and gathered momentum, and was about to launch a charge when bursts of chaotic footsteps and roars came from around her.
"Gah!"
"Kabah!"
A large group of strange-faced tribesmen rushed out from all directions and surrounded them.
A second ago, Feng Ying thought that these strange-faced tribesmen were running out to help, because she kept hearing Gordon and the others say, "The strange-faced tribesmen in the New World are very friendly and loyal."
But the next second she realized something was wrong. The blowdarts and cannon barrels in the hands of these strange-faced people were not pointing at the rock thief dragon in front of them, but at them.
Amber and Mushroom immediately rushed out upon seeing this, baring their teeth and arching their backs to intimidate the strange-faced tribe.
But it was of no use. When the leader of the strange-faced clan gave an order, the surrounding strange-faced clansmen would open fire.
“Quack!”
"Wait a minute!" Feng Ying inserted the sword in her left hand on the ground, but did not lower her shield.
She raised her hand and said loudly: "We are not enemies! Do you know Piggy Gordon and the others? We are friends!"
It's a pity that those strange-faced tribesmen don't understand the common language at all. , thought she was roaring in provocation, and impatiently fired the blow dart, Feng Ying's quick eyes raised her shield to block it.
At this time, Ai Bo also ran out quickly, and she shouted a few Qimian language at the Qimian tribe.
This finally worked.
The strange-faced tribesmen looked at each other for a few times. Although they did not put down their weapons directly, they were finally not in a hurry to attack.
"Gaba! Kakoba!" The leader of the strange-faced tribe shouted several times.
Immediately, several strange-faced tribesmen ran out and jumped in front of the rock thief dragon. The rock thief dragon also miraculously calmed down and was attracted by the strange-faced tribe. elsewhere.
The rest gathered around Feng Ying and her party, staring at them warily, their eyes still vaguely hostile, but they were no longer as irritable as before.
"What did you just say to them?" Feng Ying asked Ai Bo in a low voice.
Ai Bo also lowered his voice and replied: "I said that we know the king of the Strange Face Tribe and are his friends."
Feng Ying nodded in understanding. Ai Bo's statement was indeed smarter. These strange faces The tribe may not know the name of Gordon Pork Chops, but they will definitely know the King of the Strange Face Tribe.
And if they really have to confront the King of the Qimian Clan, they are not afraid. Then they can just move Pig Chop and the others out.
The leading Qimian clan called Ai Bo a few more words.
Ai Bo translated: "It asks us to follow them, what should we do?"
Aiden also looked at Feng Ying and secretly showed the shot magazine loaded on the heavy crossbow in his hand.
If Feng Ying decides to fight her way out, these dozen odd-faced tribesmen will not be able to stop them.
"Follow us." Feng Ying put her sword and shield behind her. "It's impossible to kill without causing casualties. We could have become friends. There is no need to intensify into a blood feud. There will be a lot of trouble later."< br>
"Okay." Aiden put away the heavy crossbow, but did not remove the magazine.
Always prepare for the worst.
The group of people was led, or escorted, by the Strange Face Clan, and headed deeper into the cave.
Feng Ying and the others originally thought that this giant cave was an independent cave, but they did not expect that it was just an insignificant part of the maze-like underground space of the Dragon Crystal Land.
They followed the strange-faced people around, coming to the ground for a while, then going underground again, passing through one cave after another, until the sun set in the west, and finally came to another closed cave. In the underground cave.
Compared with the cave where I encountered the rock thief dragon before, this place is much "narrower", with a ceiling height of only eight or nine meters and a total area of only six or seven hundred square meters.
On the ground in the center of the cave, an altar-like totem painting was drawn with unknown white paint, and a bonfire was lit in the center of the totem painting.
The firelight swayed, reflecting between the domes composed of strange-shaped crystal pillars, making the entire cave warm and bright.
Many strange-faced tribesmen gathered around the bonfire, dancing strange but interesting dances.
With the arrival of Feng Ying and his entourage, a fat and strong strange-faced tribe stood up beside the bonfire. The mask totem above his head was piled up almost two meters high.
Following its movements, all the Qimian clan became quiet and looked at their king.
The king of the Qimian Clan stared at Fengying and the others, and then looked at the Qimian Clan who was leading them, "Kaga?"
Feng Ying, who didn't understand the Qimian language, could also guess that the fat man was asking who they were.
The strange-faced tribe leading the way jumped around angrily, waving their weapons, as if they were going to kill the rude people who dared to pretend to be friends of the king of the strange-faced tribe, on the spot.
Ai Bo quickly took two steps forward and explained in the unfamiliar Qimian language.
When he heard Gordon Hayata's name, the King of the Strange Face Clan still seemed a little confused, as if he "seems to know him, but can't remember it for the moment".
But when it heard "pork chop" and "Gale", its reaction was different.
"Pork chop? Gala?!" He repeated the two names in surprise, then twisted his fat body, waved and kicked his legs, and danced on the spot.
The mask totem above its head also kept shaking with its movements, and even bright flames shot out from it.
The surrounding Qimian tribe felt the joy of the king and danced together. Some of the Qimian tribe even grabbed crude percussion instruments, banged and banged, and played primitive music. .
The slightly tense atmosphere before was swept away, and the bright bonfire suddenly turned into a scene of feasting.
The odd-faced clansmen who were angry at them half a minute ago were now jumping around their legs, no longer as hostile and irritable as before.
The king of the Qimian Clan swayed and shook the fat on his body, and walked toward them step by step, "Zhupa is a good brother, and Gala is a relative. You guys know each other. They are from the Qimian Clan, and they are honored guests." !"
"So you can speak Common Language!"
"Yes!"
"By the way, 'Gala' refers to Sister Feng? Ying asked curiously.
Although the King of the Strange Face Clan does not speak fluently in the common language, his pronunciation is quite standard, and it is this "Gala".
"Gala, it's Gale's name from the Strange Face Tribe!" The King of the Strange Face Tribe explained carefully, carefully.
“?”
The surrounding Qimian tribe cheered again.
“Gala Kaba!”
“Gala Kaba! Quackaa!” (End of this chapter)