Looking at the minotaurs who had gathered to confront the undead, Li Ziyu fell into silence. These guys... wouldn't they want to snatch the bodies of those black-skinned minotaurs from me?
That's not okay, don't even think about it, the body is mine!
The minotaurs, who were closely watching the undead, discovered a few sneaky undead. They looked like thieves and grabbed the bodies of the demonized minotaurs and dragged them to the fortress.
Some tauren felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more wrong, so they came closer to Mou Mou and asked, "Chief, what should we do now?"
Don't ask me, I don't know. I have never dealt with the undead. I don't even know if these skeletons can communicate.
Mou Mou smiled bitterly in his heart. He had just solved the crisis of the demonized tauren, and in the blink of an eye he was facing a group of undead. There were so many troubles today.
His heart was numb, but his expression was still calm. After all, he was the clan leader. If he panicked, the other tauren would lose their courage.
Be calm, you must be calm.
Mou Mou stared at the undead with bull eyes, without saying a word, just staring, as if he wanted to scare away the undead with his eyes.
The corpses of more than a dozen black-skinned tauren were dragged into the fortress. There was no tauren on the opposite side to stop them. Li Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief and felt safe. At least he had gained something. The fight was not in vain. Now he was going to
The solution is to these minotaurs in front of me, and I don’t know what they mean.
If it can be resolved peacefully, that would be the best. The tauren are still very strong. It is better not to fight. The bloody courage just now passed, and reason once again occupied the high ground, which made Li Ziyu start to think about what to do next.
He has never communicated with an aboriginal tribe before. This is the first time he has to communicate with a tribe. He does not know the rules between tribes. In his mind, such aboriginal tribes have their own rules.
, maybe it will lead to a fight, so it is better to be cautious.
The two sides were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes. When they saw that the tauren had not moved, they stared at it. Li Ziyu decided not to waste any more time. Anyway, he had already obtained the body and went to look elsewhere. Maybe he could gain something tonight, so he headed towards
The undead gave the order to return to the fortress.
After receiving the order, the undead turned back to the mobile fortress. When the tauren saw the undead making moves, they immediately became vigilant. However, when they saw the undead walking back, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the legendary terrifying existence, they still felt
They are very afraid that the other party wants to leave, and they are eager to do so.
"Wait!" The undead had just taken two steps when Mou Mou suddenly shouted.
The tauren next to him suddenly panicked and reached out to hold him, "Chief, don't be overwhelmed by what you want to do!"
Mou Mou glanced at the tauren, shook his arm, broke away from the tribesman's arm, smashed the totem pole to the ground with a bang, and walked towards the undead with empty hands.
The other tauren didn't understand what their family leader was going to do, but it was too dangerous to walk toward the undead without weapons. They all held onto the totem poles in their hands, ready to rush forward to save people if danger arose.
The undead who were originally walking towards the fortress stopped one after another and turned to look at Mou Mou. The soul fire in their skulls was beating, curious and alert. When Li Ziyu in the fortress saw this, he couldn't help but wonder what the tauren was going to do.
From just now, Mou Mou had a feeling that the undead in front of him seemed different from those in the legend.
In legends, the undead are synonymous with death. They hate all living creatures. They have no reason and no mercy. They are forbidden to live in the place they pass. They are the enemy of all living creatures.
But the undead in front of them were obviously not like this. Otherwise, after killing the demonized tauren, these undead would have attacked them regardless. However, the undead did not do so. They just looked at each other and then
To return to the fort.
Maybe we can communicate.
Mou Mou thought in his heart that he would not doubt what the ancestors left behind, but what if these undead souls are not the undead souls mentioned by the ancestors?
If he could communicate, he wanted to know what the Bone Fortress was, and why it appeared next to the tribe. If it would always be here, if it would always be here, he would have to consider the migration of the tribe and be neighbors with the undead.
No matter how you think about it, it doesn't seem very safe.
Arriving in front of the undead, Mou Mou was nervous and his hands were full of sweat, but he still managed to stay calm and continued to ask, "Can you talk, can you communicate?"
If not, then I will turn around and run away.
Mou Mou is already prepared. If the undead in front of him makes any move, he will retreat immediately.
Li Ziyu, who arrived in the mobile fortress, raised his eyebrows when he heard what Mou Mou said, and actually came over to strike up a conversation. It was interesting, and he wanted to see what you were going to say, so he controlled the undead in front of Mou Mou and sent him a message,
"Can."
A message suddenly came from the soul, making Mou Mou widen his eyes in surprise. It was not a voice, but... it was hard to describe. It was as if he suddenly knew that the undead in front of him was expressing this meaning. It was a strange feeling.
Sure enough, we can communicate. It turns out that this is how the undead communicate. It would be great if we could communicate.
Knowing that they could communicate, Mou Mou felt relieved. The undead had no intention of attacking. He quickly said and gestured, "Are you planning to return to that fortress? Why does that fortress appear next to our tribe?"
He was afraid that he would speak too fast and not be able to express clearly, and would appear to be a little stupid by gesticulating and gesticulating with his hands.
"You can speak normally, don't you know what this fortress is?"
Another piece of information was passed into Mou Mou's soul.
Why are you still asking me this? Should I know what this fortress is?
I asked a question and didn't get an answer. Instead, I asked a question. How can I make sense?
"I only know this is a fortress, but it turns out there is no fortress here. It appeared suddenly. Where did you come from?"
"We came up from the Eastern Tang Dynasty... well, from the wasteland."
"Have you been in the wasteland the whole time?"
"Yes."
Mou Mou was shocked. Are there always undead in the wasteland?
How is this possible? If the undead have always existed in the wasteland, why have they become legends? Why has no one seen them? It's hard to imagine.
But even so, it cannot explain the sudden appearance of the fortress.
"Will you always be here?"
"Won't."
Mou Mou was relieved when he heard the word "no". Although he didn't know how the other party planned to leave, as long as they left, it was a good thing. At least they didn't have to think about migration.
And it seems that the undead have no ill intentions towards them, and until now, they have not expressed any intention to attack.
The undead souls that can communicate with each other, including their ancestors, are really magical.
"It's my turn to ask you."
"Oh, you asked."
"Are you really a minotaur?"
"..."
What kind of problem is this? Am I so inconspicuous?
Mou Mou hesitantly reached out and touched the horns on his head. They were still there. He also touched his pectoralis major muscles. They were very bulging. He looked down at his big bull hooves. They were very stable. They were minotaurs.
There's nothing wrong with it.
"Don't you want to answer? Then let me change the question. Why do those black-skinned tauren look different from you? Is it a matter of breed?"
"..."
What is the breed problem? He is indeed an undead, he really can’t speak!