Herb gatherers are people who take food from the mouths of the indigenous people.
Because of the hot and humid climate and the densely forested terrain, the indigenous people in southern Xinjiang are not good at farming. Even if they find an extremely beneficial herb, it is difficult to find a suitable place to transplant it, and even if it is transplanted, it is difficult to grow it.
Therefore, they are used to sowing seeds at will. After worshiping the spirit of the sea of trees, the people of southern Xinjiang will sow the seeds wherever they think is suitable and let nature decide whether the seeds can germinate and become useful.
This has been the case for nearly a thousand years.
In other words, in a sense, all the herbs and sublime plants in the redwood forests of the entire southern coast range from the ordinary red nuts that are too filling to the teeth, to the rare and rare ones that can enhance psychic vision.
"Double Leaves" are all the fruits of the sowing of these indigenous people.
Naturally, the empire's herb collectors were despicable bandits who stole the fruits from the natives.
In this regard, Brin found the logic of these indigenous people quite interesting, and he also felt that the other party was right. After all, if the indigenous people had not been sowing seeds for hundreds of years, the various sublimated plants and herbs in the south would never have existed.
Now this order of magnitude.
But so what?
He will grab it!
The speed of indigenous hunters is much faster than that of ordinary people. Although they are not as good as sublime hunters, they are more agile in the jungle because of their thin and light body.
At this moment, there was another surprise attack. In Brin's eyes, the opponent was like a shadow that shuttled through the forest. It came close to his eyes quietly, and then the poisonous snake poked its head out and bit it!
clang!
An extremely loud sound of metal collision suddenly sounded, but Brin took out the medicine-collecting knife from behind in the breath of the indigenous attack, and steadily blocked the opponent's attack.
He even had the energy to roar angrily, pressing forward and down, forcing the attacking natives back, while taking advantage of the situation, he rolled backwards to avoid the blow darts of the second native on the other side.
During the ups and downs, with Ian's reminder, although Brin rolled aside in a state of embarrassment, his body covered with rotten leaves and sand, he escaped and escaped from the unformed encirclement of the natives and retrieved a
Life.
However, Brin, who often interacts with indigenous people, knows very well that this is not the end.
Because there are three people on the other side!
"Ian! Run!"
Relying on his skillful experience, Brin had just finished rolling, and then forced himself to sideways, and a dim light flickered, flying right in front of his eyes, causing a burst of woodiness.
It is the poisonous arrow wood blow dart commonly used by the indigenous people. Although it does not have the same miraculous effect on medium and large creatures like the Terran people as it does on small creatures such as wild geese and grass rabbits, the piercing will cause blood to seal the throat, and Brin carries it with him.
Carrying anti-venom, but being hit by an arrow at this time is basically a death sentence.
Brin's smooth dodge also made the hunter who thought he was sure to hit was slightly startled. In the blink of an eye, after shouting, the herb gatherer had hid behind the palm elm tree and entered a blind spot.
Even Ian, who was frowning in the distance and looking into the distance, couldn't help but be surprised by the opponent's skill after noticing this.
This is not surprising.
If you want to be a herb-gathering robber, you also need basic skills, and snatching herbs and sublimated plants from the indigenous base camp requires considerable skills - otherwise, you are not a herb gatherer, but a meat delivery person.
Use your own blood to water the flowers of the natives, and use your own meat to feed the natives. Perhaps it is the earliest express delivery industry in the Terra continent.
Even though Brin was slapped down by Elder Puder, who was Elder Puder? The top three sublimators in the entire Harrison Port, the inherited sublimated bloodline 'Rock-bearing Lizard' can also reach the third level.
With a high-level inheritance, let alone the other party being an elder, how could Brin dare to hide?
"Looks like I'm going to die here today!"
In a few breaths, he even dodged several consecutive attacks from the natives, and his surprise did not have time to turn into cold sweat. Brin had to fight alone. He could only deal with one native hunter. He risked his life to deal with two, and now three, he
Can't even escape.
So without hesitation, he immediately shouted: "Come on, Ian, go to the breeding factory next to you and call someone! The two Aubrey brothers should still be there, tell them to bring their bows and shields to avenge me!"
The area around this tidal flat was originally managed by the White people, and there were oyster and shellfish farms next to it. If Brin remembered correctly, there were usually seven or eight people stationed inside, including several experts.
But Ian did not need his reminder. Long before he reminded Brin to be careful of sneak attacks, he had already made up his mind to go to the breeding factory to ask for help.
But the current situation is obviously not right.
Because the breeding plant is burning.
It was already evening, and the sun was gradually sinking into the sea, spreading a dim orange-red halo.
However, just offshore, a bright golden-red flame was spreading. The bright flame brought up a column of hot wind and smoke rising into the sky, carrying countless scattered golden-red embers upwards, causing the surrounding sea area to rise.
All were clearly illuminated.
What was burning was the wooden house where the garrison lived in front of the breeding plant. The fire reflected back and dragged Ian's shadow very long behind him. However, the boy did not pay attention to the situation at the breeding plant for a long time. He turned his head and looked.
To a sea farther away.
The crimson fire distorted the air, and dark smoke columns rolled upwards.
The fishing village further away also burned.
With Harrison Port as the center, the settlers of the empire founded many small villages. They were originally outposts, fortresses and captured indigenous gathering places built during the past battles with the indigenous people. Now they are all villages and towns.
But now, little bits of fire were burning in many places, and in one breath, Ian could see five.
The natives didn't just attack them. They attacked all the villages outside Harrison Port.
"Did the natives attack? Much faster than I expected."
His heart sank slightly. Although Ian had been vigilant since seven days ago, so the attack by the natives was not surprising, but he still wondered: "But it was just a warning. How could they break through the port's defenses?"
Before he had time to think about it, Brin had just issued his second warning, asking Ian to quickly seek help, but he had no intention of leaving.
——The breeding factory is estimated to have been completely wiped out. If he wants to leave, he can only go back to Harrison Port. But how can he escape from the tracking of the natives in the open space on the coast or in the forest? Is he used as a target for others?
So now, what he has to do is very simple.
"I'm just an engineer."
Turning his head, Ian looked at the three indigenous hunters who had already surrounded Brin, planning to deal with the threatening herb collector before dealing with his own child: "I don't have any fighting skills."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his precognitive vision, locked the opponent's position, his breathing rhythm became long and gentle, and his heart rose and fell powerfully: "It is not as powerful as the genetic warrior."
"So, we can only use smarter methods."
At this moment, Brin was struggling to hold on. He was rolling and climbing through the jungle, dodging left and right, and waving his knife from time to time, but not to block the enemy, but to cut through the vines and thick aerial roots to escape.
Counterattack?
If he could really kill three people in one attack, why would he be a herb gatherer? Why not become the captain of the city defense team? Brin has some talent, but not that much. He can't get up and down, so he is unwilling to be
The farmer is not very good at using force, so he is stuck here and can only live as a herb gatherer.
However, during the rapid pursuit, he had already figured out that the three indigenous hunters chasing him, one with a knife and a short gun, one with a blow dart, and the third with a blow dart and bow, were a very standard team for hunting medium and large prey.
They work very well together and should be the backbone of a tribe.
But why? There are not many backbone hunters among the indigenous people. There are only a few dozen in a large tribe of 1,000 people. Why would three of them come here to attack me?
Brin couldn't figure it out and didn't want to fight. However, he was too tall and could not move faster than the natives in the jungle.
As a gust of fishy wind mixed with the excited screams of the natives came from behind, he knew without looking back that the fastest-moving knife-wielding native had caught up with him, and it was very likely that he had swung the knife towards his back.
This time it was really like a light on his back, and he even had the illusion of the blade piercing his own flesh and blood.
"court death!"
At this critical moment, Brin suddenly turned around, gritted his teeth, stopped abruptly, then opened his arms, and turned around to hug the incoming native swordsman!