Chapter 551 Magical Weapon

Hearing the translator repeat what Xu Ze said, the chief was stunned, his black and white eyes full of doubts.

He naturally knew the special feature of his short sword. It was indeed much lighter than an ordinary steel sword, but this wouldn't make the foreigner in front of him so interested, would it?

But since the other party asked to take another look, he naturally would not refuse. He smiled and nodded, then took out the short knife from his waist, pointed the tip of the knife towards himself, and passed the handle backwards.

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Xu Ze carefully took the dagger, held it in his hand, and then began to admire it carefully.

The first time he held it in his hand, he was embarrassed to look at it carefully, but now he was naturally not polite and carefully explored the entire dagger from beginning to end in detail.

This knife was just like Xu Ze holding it in his hand for the first time, giving him great surprise. He carefully looked at the blade of the short knife under the light, but in the end he discovered that the dark color on the knife

The color does not look like the color of the plate at all, because even the entire blade is black, without any metal reflection at all.

And the edge of the blade, even at a very far distance, Xu Ze can feel the coldness coming from the blade. He knows that this knife is definitely not ordinary sharp without trying it. Even if it can't cut iron like clay, it can't be cut.

There shouldn't be any problems with blow-drying or breaking your hair.

Xu Ze took another look and saw that the piece of animal skin wrapped on the handle of the knife had been touched until it was extremely smooth and old. Even the skin lines on it had been worn away. It looked like it was at least ten years old.

history and above.

Seeing this, Xu Ze couldn't help but take a breath. He was now certain that this knife was definitely not a modern product. With the current technology, such a knife could never be made.

Now Xu Ze is becoming more and more curious about this knife. He can now determine that this short knife is probably inseparable from the temple. Otherwise, with the technology of the indigenous people and Lima, it is absolutely impossible to have such a knife.

A precious sword.

But Xu Ze still felt that this short sword was definitely not as simple as what he saw so far.

Then he stretched out his hand and flicked the blade gently, and there were two crisp sounds of "dang-dang" without any noise at all.

"Solid..." Xu Ze sighed again. Such a light knife was actually solid, not hollow as he imagined. This made Xu Ze more and more amazed and curious about this knife.

This kind of alloy material is definitely not something that can be synthesized by modern technology.

"Knife...check this knife..." Following Xu Ze's order, the vision in Xu Ze's glasses suddenly darkened, and then the entire knife in Xu Ze's hand gradually began to emit a dim light.

Come.

As these dim lights emitted, the animal skin on the handle gradually became transparent, and Xu Ze could see the real handle.

There is no special pattern on the handle of the knife, but it gradually becomes brighter and brighter in the field of vision of the glasses. The dark light is getting stronger and stronger, and is much brighter than the light emitted by the blade.

Much more intense.

Soon, Xu Ze's glasses world became clear again and returned to its original appearance, and then the solemn voice of the knife sounded in his ears: "Xu... this is an energy weapon!"

"Energy weapons?" Xu Ze's pupils shrank slightly and he said in a deep voice, "How is that possible?"

"The handle of the knife has excellent energy permeability, and at the same time, a complete energy dispersion structure has been formed on the blade. If the energy is enough, it can trigger a huge energy reaction to form an energy blade, and it may even be able to

Carry out long-distance attacks..." Xiao Dao said in a deep voice: "I am now certain that this is a personal weapon that far exceeds your modern technology, but this native does not know how to use it, and cannot use it!

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"You mean, this should also be related to that temple, right?" Xu Ze said again.

"Yes... except this, I can't imagine any other possibility!" Xiao Dao chuckled and said: "You can ask this native where this knife came from, I think he should tell you!"

Xu Ze took a deep look at the short knife in his hand, then handed it back with a smile, and watched the chief insert the knife back into the scabbard on his waist. Then he looked at the chief and smiled: "I'm right

I’m very interested in this knife. I wonder where the chief’s knife came from?”

The translator carefully translated this sentence to the chief.

Hearing Xu Ze's question, the chief laughed, then showed his white teeth and said a few words.

"The chief said that this is the temple guardian tribe. The weapons of each tribal chief are handed down from ancient times and are the symbol of the tribal leader..."

Hearing this, Xu Ze couldn't help but feel a little regretful. There is a temple guardian tribe. This short sword sounds like it has four handles, but since it is the symbol of the tribe leader, it seems that he wants to get it.

I'm afraid it's unlikely.

However, the origin of this short sword is almost certain. It must be a weapon passed down from ancient civilizations, and was later designated as the symbol of the tribal leader by the four guardian tribes.

At that moment, Xu Ze couldn't help but smile regretfully, and then said with a smile: "This knife is very magical. It seems to be a treasure given by the gods. I really hope that I will have the opportunity to visit the sacred mountains and temples in the future..."

Hearing the translation, the chief grinned, then reached out and patted Xu Ze's shoulder, and chirped a few more words.

But this time, Xiaodao completely converted the chief's words into Chinese: "Of course... you healed the prophet of our Mokli tribe, and you are the true friend of our Mokli tribe. We welcome friends to visit us at any time."

Our temple!”

"What? You have collected enough information to form a translation system for this language?" Xu Ze couldn't help but said in surprise when he heard Xiao Dao translate the entire sentence smoothly, which was almost the same as what the translator said.

"Yes... with the help of this period of analysis and data collection, we have just completed a complete translation system for this dialect..." Xiaodao replied with a chuckle. This is indeed not too difficult for him.

As long as he has enough information, he can easily complete things.

It was just a few words translated by this translator, plus Xiaodao's own analysis and some information accumulated first, and the entire language translation system was easily completed.

"That would be great..." Xu Ze became excited when he thought about how he would be able to communicate directly with these natives without bringing any translators when he used to protect the tribes in the past; and the languages ​​of these natives were completely

Different from the local language in Lima, it seems to be two different language families. Xu Ze has a deep suspicion that this dialect may be related to the language of that civilization thousands of years ago.

If Xiaodao can master this language smoothly, then it would be a great thing.

After figuring out most of what he wanted to know, Xu Ze talked to the chief about the prophet's condition and told him that the prophet would need infusion treatment for two more days before he could be completely out of danger.

The chief understood this very well. He naturally knew that the tribe's witch doctor had confirmed that the prophet could no longer be treated. However, after they were sent here, the other party opened a knife in the prophet's stomach and temporarily saved the prophet's life. Naturally,

It is impossible to treat it all at once.

Immediately, he nodded in agreement with Xu Ze's statement, and then gave Xu Ze a warm kiss before leaving. He walked out of the camp and formally informed the other natives about the prophet's situation.

After learning the accurate situation of the prophet, these natives were all very excited. After kneeling in the direction of the sacred mountain, they set up small tents one after another outside the medical team's camp. It seemed that

They were planning to camp on the spot and wait for the prophet to recover.

Captain Pan, who was guarding the door, couldn't help but grimace when he looked at the dozens of small tents outside the camp. Although it was unlikely that these natives would invade the camp at will, no matter what

Well, with so many armed natives outside, he, the captain, would never feel at ease.

But there is no other way. He now knows the identity of the old man. A tribal prophet is more important than a chief. A tribe can live without a chief, but it cannot live without a prophet.

Because the chief can be re-elected at any time, but the prophet cannot be elected; the prophet is the spokesperson of God and has supreme power and prestige among the tribe; and the emergence of a prophet must be from the ancestors to the previous generations.

The prophets are selected and trained from an early age. Only after the previous generation of prophets is confirmed as a Christian can they be qualified to inherit the position of prophet.

Now that such an important old man lives here, it is naturally impossible for these natives to leave. They must wait until the prophet recovers and is discharged from the hospital.

Therefore, Captain Pan also gave up the idea of ​​asking Xu Ze to communicate with these natives. After discussing with the guard captain in Lima for a while, he made an arrangement. All the guard members were divided into two shifts a day.

Fourteen hours of non-stop patrolling to prevent any unexpected incidents.

Anyway, the medical team will only stay here for two more days. After these two days, they will pack up and return home. Everything will be fine...

At this time, Xu Ze did not completely relax. He once again entered the tent where the prophet was and visited the prophet's condition.

However, when he walked into the tent, he discovered that it had only been half an hour. The prophet had already woken up and had just undergone surgery. No other painkillers were used. However, the prophet's face turned out to be...

There was no sign of pain, and there was still peace and calm in his eyes.
Chapter completed!