Chapter 85： : First contact with aborigines

Everyone marched toward the village vigorously.

carelessly, upright and upright.

has no meaning to hide.

The arrival of 　　 quickly attracted the attention of soldiers patrolling outside the village.

Especially Zong Shen, who is riding a blood-tooth wild boar, is particularly eye-catching.

The five-meter-long wild boar is not easy to mess with wherever it is placed.

The person who can take this terrifying creature as a mount is definitely not small.

Not to mention the few people who followed behind on prairie horses. Every one of them looked extraordinary, and they were definitely powerful people.

The soldiers who patrolled were only Avalon Tier 1 armed militias. The most common professional soldiers were trained by the Avalon Tier 1 Barracks.

These soldiers wore light leather armor with the roaring emblem of the Avalon dragon, armed with long swords, and stepped on leather boots.

is indeed more mighty than the average farmer, but for Zong Shen, who is used to seeing the second-tier and even the third-tier fighters, these first-tier soldiers are nothing.

Zongshen looked at the leading soldier casually.

This is a slightly thin blond young man about 1.8 meters tall.

Zongshen has a panoramic view of his attributes.

【Avalon Armed Militia: Colin】

[Faction: Avalon Kingdom]

【Current Status: Neutral】

[Level: 10]

【Power: 16】

[Agility: 12]

【Wisdom: 7】

[Charm: 7]

[HP: 235]

【Cleave damage: 36】

【Head armor value: 0】

【Upper body armor value: 18】

【Lower body armor value: 10】

[Magic Resistance: 5]

[Skill: Dragon Chop lv1 (Quickly split three swords, each sword completes 1.05/1.1/1.15 multiples of slash damage, cooling time 1h)

Passive skills: basic swordsmanship lv1 (increases damage by 5% while holding the sword)]

(Avalon’s recruit, who has completed barracks training, but still lacks combat experience)

There are a total of twelve armed militias in this squad.

They held up their weapons and stopped in front of Zong Shen and others nervously.

The famous soldier headed by 　　 looked at the hideous blood-red fangs of Ba Jie, and their calves were a little squiggly.

"This...this lord..."

"Please explain your intentions!"

He drew his dagger, held it horizontally in front of him, and asked baffledly.

Zongshen heard this and showed a gentle smile.

"I am a lord near here, and I want to come to Sitano Village to buy some food, and I want to talk to your village chief."

"These people are my subordinates."

Zong Shen said straightforwardly.

His tone was very gentle, which relieved the tension of the militiamen.

These aborigines all have their own thoughts and feelings and follow the rules of this world.

For these simple guys, Zong Shen never thought of despising him.

"Good lord, but you and your subordinates may not be able to enter the village..."

The soldier named Colin headed by 　　 said cautiously.

"Okay, we will leave the mount outside the village, please don't worry, this big chubby guy is very obedient."

Zongshen smiled, and quickly turned over and jumped off Bajie's neck.

Bajie hummed Zong Shen affectionately, and touched his arm with his big nose.

Everyone tied the grassland horses to the fence outside the village. On the nearby watch tower, the sentries holding the short bow looked at Zong Shen vigilantly.

Especially the bloodtooth wild boar, this kind of beast is often very destructive.

Zong Shen looked relaxed, and led everyone into the village along the street that ran through the village.

Behind them, the group of armed militiamen followed them hundreds of meters behind them.

looked at the background of Zong Shen and others with a trace of fear and alert.

Zongshen didn't take this seriously, he was not afraid of shadows, he had no malice towards this village.

The street is still very lively, there are various shops along the street, and there are hawkers selling along the street.

The main products for sale are some village specialties, such as woven baskets, sturdy earthen jars, various dried beef and mutton, and even milk and crude bread.

In addition, there are blacksmith shops and sewing shops in the village, selling some common equipment for whiteboards.

The houses on both sides of 　　 are made of stone and wood, and the tallest building is only two floors. The ground along the street is paved with rough bluestone.

The residents of the village all looked at Zong Shen and the others with curious eyes.

This is especially true of some young hairy boys. They are dressed in simple linen, with youthful vitality on their faces, and they are full of curiosity about the outside world.

These villagers can see their identities as outsiders at a glance.

From the eyes of those hawkers, there are some curiosity, some greed, and even Zong Shen sees some people with unkind looks in their eyes.

Zongshen casually stopped an oncoming middle-aged villager carrying a basket.

The villager smelled of cow dung, he had a hay stick in his hair, his face was shaggy, and he chewed on unknown objects.

Walking with his head down, he suddenly saw a hand in front of him blocking the way.

looked up impatiently, trying to see who was blocking his way.

When he saw Zong Shen's fully armed appearance, he obviously showed a surprised expression, and the trace of impatience disappeared.

Zongshen stretched out a hand to him

He quickly vomited the rotten leaf-like thing he was chewing in his mouth Both hands rubbed and wiped on the waist of the black trousers with invisible colors.

Only then tentatively stretched out his right hand and held Zong Shen's hand.

"Hello sir..."

"What can I do for you?"

Zongshen nodded, retracted his hand unmovingly, and the corner of his mouth curled, revealing a smile.

"Do you know where the village chief is?"

The sloppy villager scratched his head, turned and pointed to the other side of the street.

"You have to keep going. There is a square not far from this street. The village chief is in the tavern in the square."

"Very good, one more question."

"What did you chew just now?"

Zong Shen pointed to the rotten leaves on the ground and asked curiously.

"Dear sir, this is a kind of leaf, called betel hemp leaf. Cows always like to eat some of this leaf. Chewing occasionally can make people feel refreshed."

Zongshen heard the words, and the smile on his face became even worse.

"How many cows have you raised?"

Hearing this question, the sloppy villager's body shook subconsciously.

"No...not many cows."

"There are five cows, three of which are still calves..."

"If the village has the most cattle, it is Master Mars.

But he has been very unlucky lately. Last night, a group of bandits in the wilderness robbed him of his cattle, and the village guard's militia couldn't get out to help him. "

untidy villagers wisely chose to change the subject, first cried for a wave of poverty, and then gave Zong Shen a new clue.

Zongshen's eyes lit up. He wanted to take the cattle back by the way, and it seemed that there were some tasks hidden in it.