Out of respect for tradition, or the respect of the indigenous races for the important act of communication with each other, this small group of harpies finally agreed to guide Prell and his party.
But they did not give up hunting the poor prairie lion, but asked Prell and his party not to act rashly. When they saw the harpies continuing to hunt down the prairie lion that had injured its hind legs, they were not far away.
There were two harpies following closely, and the Black Cow Hunter became a little impatient.
She took off the bow and arrow from her back and said, "They are really a bunch of useless guys!" Prell quickly stopped her and said, "You will make the harpies nervous." Sure enough, the two watching hawks
The Shenren had already taken a few steps back, staring nervously and suspiciously at the Black Cow and several other people.
Prell said loudly: "My companions just want to help you." One of the harpies responsible for surveillance said angrily: "I don't need your help, don't act rashly, kobolds!"
Prell ignored her and turned back to the tauren and said: "You see, the harpies are severely short of food. Now that the migratory army of grassland animals has passed, they even have to start hunting grassland lions. I think our negotiations are over.
I feel more confident.”
He looked at the harpies besieging the prairie lion in the distance, and sighed: "Lion meat is terrible to eat!" The tauren druid asked curiously: "You have actually eaten lion meat?"
Prell said: "Of course." During Gazrouin's time, Kapellan, who was the supervisor of the logging team at the time, was responsible for providing food for the mine transportation. The transport caravan once hunted prairie lions that tried to attack in the barrens and got stuck.
Perrin shamelessly sold the carcasses of two lions to the kobolds.
He claimed that eating lion meat could strengthen their courage, so the deceived kobolds spent a lot of money to buy it. They found that lion meat was not easy to cook, and it took a lot of firewood to roast. More importantly, the meat of the lion was too tight, and the meat of the dog's head was too tight.
No one's teeth can bite it.
But even so, the kobolds who had been deceived by the goblin Kapellan still rushed to eat, and Prell was lucky enough to get a small piece. Now he feels a toothache when he thinks about it.
Now that the harpies have actually begun to pursue the idea of prairie lions, it can be seen how serious the food shortage within their group is. For the harpies who lack effective social organizational forms and institutions, it is easy to launch a war. Their logistics
The pressure will be immense.
Finally, this group of harpies killed the poor prairie lion, then spread out, "escorting" Prell and his party as they continued to the north.
The bored Prell observed carefully with his observation eyes, and he noticed an interesting place. Among the Witch-Wing Harpies, the feathers of the awakened spellcasters were all sky blue, and they looked very beautiful;
Those who are not spellcasters have black feathers.
Whether they are blue or black harpies, the color of many of their feathers is not bright, but rather dull. Thinking of those bright feathers picked up on the battlefield more than two months ago, Prell is even more certain that this
It is the lack of food supplies that causes the harpies to lack sufficient nutrition, and they even no longer have the energy to take care of the beautiful feathers that they are most proud of.
The grassland in the Barrens has the flavor of the African savannah, with clusters of low, yellowed grasses, scattered unknown trees with similarly low leaves and sparse leaves, and occasional large and small ponds.
With one exception, there is not much water accumulated in these ponds.
Then they saw the first harpy village, or a gathering point that would be more appropriate. In a sparse forest at the foot of the mountain, the harpies had a unique nest built in the middle of the tree trunks, which looked very much like that of some kind of bird.
The nest is like a half-open hanging basket hanging in the air.
There is a circle of sparse and low wooden stakes outside the woods. Prell estimated that with the height of the tauren, he could step over it with just one lift of his legs. This was obviously not a defensive facility, but a simple circle.
Territory markings.
Prell and his party were not allowed to enter the wooden pile. The harpies who had returned from hunting left them outside. After a while, a large group of harpies poured out of their nests in the woods, far away.
Looking at the tauren, the height of the kobolds was barely higher than the grass, so they were easily ignored.
That night, Prell and his party slept on the grassland. The harpies sent nearly 50 people to watch nearby. Perhaps because of the war, the harpies showed great hostility and vigilance, but they still sent them away.
A piece of prairie lion meat came as dinner for Prell and others.
Prell and the tauren druid did not eat, but Snu ate the most. Seeing him holding a piece of barbecue that was slightly smaller than his fist and chewing it for a long time, Prell was speechless.
Snoo thought that Prell and Belga were so calm when facing the tauren and harpies, it must be because they ate lion meat back then, so in order to be brave, he decided to eat a few more pieces.
After a silent night, Prell did not relax his vigilance. He divided his 7-man team into 4 squads. He was burdened and stayed on duty for the entire second half of the night, also monitoring the nearby harpies.
When the dawn sun cast its first ray of light, Prell finally breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, this group of hostile harpies did not attack the envoy team sent by the tauren. This shows that the harpies followed the
Some ancient morals and unspoken rules that are common among all intelligent races.
Then a harpy with blue feathers and wings appeared in front of a group of people. She said to Prell in the rapid language unique to harpies: "You stay here, I have sent someone to report to the mistress.
, if the mistress agrees to receive her, we will take you there. During this period of time, you'd better be more honest."
Prell decided to respect the harpy's response. After he translated these words to the tauren and two kobold companions, he said: "We don't carry much dry food, so we need to go out hunting. I hope it won't cause any trouble."
Your misunderstanding."
The blue-winged harpy mage hesitated for a long time before reluctantly saying: "Okay, but you must go with our people." Prell nodded in agreement.
So for the next four or five days, Prell and his team followed the harpies out to look for prey. On the first day, their harvest was extremely limited, and they only caught one disturbed hare. The main reasons were two reasons
Each other is wary of each other, and each suspects that the other has any bad intentions.
The next day was a little better. The black cow hunter used his expertise in tracking prey and discovered a mixed herd of zebras and wildebeests outside a valley. So the tauren shaman first inserted an earth-binding totem.
The tauren warriors charged, and the black cow hunters kept shooting arrows, driving the group of animals towards the shaman's totem range.
Prell and Belga cooperated skillfully, and followed the druid who turned into a cheetah to outflank them. Only Snu was a little slower and barely missed a fireball. He wanted to help the hunter drive away and scare the prey, but this group of
The animals were so frightened that they scattered in all directions.
A harpy with blue wings took over in time, used wind-attribute spells to roll up two or three zebras one after another, and then threw them to the ground.
So after a period of confusion, the kobolds, tauren and harpies actually cooperated tacitly and stopped six zebras and eight wildebeests.
Prell said with a smile: "You see, the tauren and the harpies are not always enemies. We can cooperate and hunt together." The harpy mage glanced at Prell and rarely refuted.
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After a few days of hunting together, the attitudes of both parties have softened a lot. At least the number of harpies monitoring the team at night has become smaller. Prell keenly discovered that the hunting methods of these harpies are a bit unfamiliar, but they are still doing it.
Little by little, he learned from the tauren how to find, track, and round up prey.
After waiting in this small harpy settlement for almost 10 days, Prell finally received the good news. The harpy matron of the Witchwing clan agreed to meet with them.
Being willing to meet showed that the harpies were inclined to negotiate. Regardless of whether it was a trap set by the harpies or not, Prell felt that the matter was over and he had to make this trip.
Perhaps after arriving in Wushuiling and coming into contact with more harpies, he will have a better understanding of this race. Only with understanding can there be communication, and only with communication can peace talks be possible.
When Prell and his party were escorted by the team sent by the Harpy Matron to Waterless Ridge, a large group of harpies came out of the harpy settlement again. Prell was still a little moved, but he heard that the harpies
People were chattering, and this emotion was quickly replaced by anger.
"Ah! Look, that strong man with yellow skin, look at the pair of huge horns. If you ride on him and hold the two big horns...ah, I almost fainted! What would that be like?
What an experience!”
"Yes! It's absolutely great to fly into the sky!"
"I like that druid better. He can transform into a leopard! Do you think he can transform into other strange forms? Oops, I get hot all over when I think about it!"
"I really envy those cows! Look at that black cow, my God, she is so dark. I think she must not be to that scalper's liking. When it comes to style, I am more attractive!"
"You shameless little goblins! I would say that the shaman is more to my taste. He can stick all kinds of sticks! Haha, the sticks are used well, and the old cow will break his waist!"
Prell's face changed. He felt that these harpies were exactly the same as the rumors. They said all kinds of nasty things without any taboos and were driving anytime and anywhere.
Some sentimental tauren shamans exclaimed: "Look, the harpies are sending us off! It seems that this race is not what the rumors say, there are still many rays of humanity shining through!"
Prell immediately translated the words of the Harpy veterans. Bosak Running Wolf, the giant, strong tauren warrior with yellow skin, suddenly turned red. He said repeatedly: "Ah, what...
How can...how can you say these unreasonable things?"
The black cow hunter laughed so much that he knelt on the ground: "Haha, the stick is used well, the old cow is tired and broke! If it were not a war, I would be happy to be friends with these harpies, they are so interesting!"
The shaman turned and left with a dark face. He really couldn't stand the harpy's dirty words. On the contrary, the deputy envoy, the tauren druid, said slowly: "Prell, I don't think these words are right for you."
There is no need to translate it for us! Oh my God, the harpy is really..."
In the end, he still did not speak out the comments about the Harpy that were rumored around the world.