Back on the shore, there was a rotten smell, and half of an arm squirmed out of the newly dug soil on the ground, with traces of gunpowder burns on it.
Hermione subconsciously covered her nose, avoided the area and headed directly into the forest, at least waiting until she got something before starting a fight.
Several "slave soldiers" who were on sentry duty near the forest saw regular Union Army troops patrolling over and quickly picked up the loot and made observations.
The tribal guards who were lurking close had no choice but to give up and leave. Although the attack could be successful, there was no need to sacrifice their own lives.
The sounds of beatings and scoldings were heard, and the servants on the other side who were not so lucky were caught slacking off and were dragged back by the patrolmen.
Realizing that she had been watching for too long, Hermione quickly turned around and left. She used to be a bayonet fighter and had certain requirements for soldiers, but now she is almost the same as the modern wars studied in history at that time.
There are many teams hidden in the forest inside, each of them is discussing how to effectively harass the other party, so as to hit them without causing too much loss to themselves.
In order not to make her sudden appearance too embarrassing, she made an appointment with Wayne and asked him to find a guide for her to avoid the other party's overly excited behavior.
Waiting by the pool where the flowing stream was stagnant, Wayne, who was dressed fairly in line with the times, was waiting. The woman next to him was wearing brown-gray local coarse cloth and a few patches of patched animal skins.
Her brownish-black hair was braided into many small whips and tied together into a ponytail. Her skin tone was dark yellow, and there were some graffiti painted on her face with white paint.
Her black eyes are sharp and full of energy, her face has good outlines, her facial features are attractive, and her body is strong and slender, like a well-trained female warrior.
"Sir Austin, this is the Oneida of our tribe. She is a famous brave person on the island. The people of the Pu'er tribe will recognize her."
"Thank you for your help, Wayne. Go ahead and do your work. We still need you to contact us for the battle ahead. Be careful not to be found in the dark."
"Oneida, you must protect Mr. Austin. I'm leaving first."
Wayne learned some of the Northern Continent's talking skills and said a few words politely. From the analysis of how Hermione came out to solve the problem that night, he concluded that this person must be very strong, and he would be able to help along the way.
"Sir Austin, my name is Oneida. If you have any questions, just tell me and I will show you the way."
After Oneida finished speaking, the muscles in her body bulged, and her whole body bounced forward as if full of power, leading the way without too much nonsense.
Hermione followed her shadow, covering herself in it, trying not to be too conspicuous to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The dense forest that blocks most of the sunlight is unbearably hot and humid, and there are many hunting animals hidden in the darkness of the plants below.
Oneida was familiar with walking on a safe road, covered with sweat due to the continuous consumption of physical energy. She wanted to grab the vines above and swing through the swamp blocking the ground below.
The green vines suddenly dissipated and she was about to fall into the bubbling swamp underground.
A huge mouth covered in rotten mud opened below to welcome the falling Oneida, and rows of fangs emerged from it.
Oneida realized that her catch was empty and did not panic. Instead, she threw the spear she was holding into the pile of vines above. Before she could finish, she felt her body light up and was lifted directly to the fallen rotten wood on the opposite side.
superior.
"I can do it myself, let you see a shameful scene. There are ooze monsters living in the swamp, but I didn't expect that the vines above were moved."
"Don't worry, there is no need to fight with these instinctive things. Someone from those coalition platoons should be harassing you. It seems that you have done a lot in a short time."
Hermione appeared behind her, then moved further into the shadows, allowing Oneida, who felt insulted by her reputation, to continue on her way.
The other party's actions in these places are nothing more than distracting the forest tribe, so just be careful.
When they left this area, they happened to appear next to the largest river on the island. The forest in front of them was the mountain tribes. The terrain inside was somewhat undulating, which was different from the flat area on one side.
"Follow me and just take a look at the historical sites in these places."
"I'll find a tree to paddle across. Mr. Austin, wait a moment."
Oneida, who was talking at the same time, noticed that Hermione stepped directly on the river, leaving a frozen block where she stepped.
She quickly stepped on it to keep up, but did not fall. She felt relaxed and hurried to keep up.
When I stepped on solid ground and looked back, I found that there were no traces of ice on the river, only flowing water.
"The elders in the clan can't do it. You are too powerful, Mr. Austin."
"That's because they have too many restrictions. I just got some opportunities, which are not worth mentioning."
After sorting out her thoughts, Oneida continued to lead Hermione forward. Hermione was no longer in such a hurry.
She thought of the murals and texts used by these tribes to record events, and she wanted to see if she could leave a trace in the Puer tribe's mural epic, which could be used as an anchor point for herself.
This is how I used to sneak into the mythological murals that were passed down orally by others and leave some traces to use it to orient my own understanding.
If you can't get too many ordinary people like those in the church, you have to use certain things to get special ones.
Although I am now striving to be recognized as an enlightener of modern sports, I certainly can’t have too many anchors, and who knows what will happen in the end.
Not long after they walked into the forest, they encountered a group of natives dressed a little wilder than Oneida and stopped them.
"Oneida, what brings you here today?"
"Wally, I want to take your distinguished guest to the Volcano Tribe. Did something happen to you?"
Oneida communicated with the leader Wall-E. Although the two belonged to different regions, their relationship was not too bad, and they could still communicate with each other in a friendly manner.
"Some outsiders have sneaked in here, so we have to be vigilant. And you are obviously alone, why do you say you have distinguished guests?"
Walli looked around for a while, and when his eyes returned to Oneida, he found that there was a taller woman beside her. She was wearing a top hat and black gauze that obscured her face.
The clothes of these outsiders were strange. Although the body contours of the people in front of him made him feel beautiful, they were not as in line with his feelings as the Oneida next to him.
The companions around him became vigilant and pointed at the strangers who appeared with some old guns they had obtained.
"Put it down, don't be rude. Let Oneida and the guests go away."
Walli led a few people to continue to clear those traps. For someone who could do this, how could he be his opponent?
