Chapter 280: War Book

"Mr. Lin, Miss Varley asked you if you liked the food." Puth, the old black man, asked in a low voice, and he felt very sad.

Isn't it? He was an adventurous man when he was young, but because of his family and life, he had never left Cairo in his life. After finally retiring, he was ambitious and traveled to the forest alone.

But less than two days after he came to the forest, he was caught by the wolf-like indigenous people, and the reason for catching him was to translate for their messenger god.

"It's okay." Lin Tianchu turned around. He saw the old man early this morning and couldn't help sympathizing when he knew what had happened to him.

The old man translated Lin Tianchu's original words back. Wawari was obviously very happy and smiled sweetly at Lin Tianchu. To be from the heart, in addition to the black and red, nearly brown skin color of the indigenous tribe, Wawari is a stunning beauty. Her sweet smile naturally fascinated the man, and Lin Tianchu, who lost his cultivation, was no exception.

However, when he thought of last night, Queen Wawari's style, he couldn't help shivering in his heart. It turned out that he was right. Women can really be comparable to poisonous snakes and beasts.

Wa Wali changed her way to please Lin Tianchu, but everything she did was obviously in vain.

Just as the two were sitting and eating barbecue, an indigenous man rushed into the cave and shouted at Wawali: "Goo, squeal..."

"Gulu?" Wa Valli showed an unbelievable expression and turned her head to say hello to Lin Tianchu, "Rugugu!" Then he ran out of the cave with the soil.

"What's wrong with them?" Lin Tianchu asked.

The old man came to his senses and said to Lin Tianchu, "There is an enemy coming."

"Emy?"

Lin Tianchu frowned. He remembered that Motu said that the Vasu people are the hegemon of this area. Who dares to come to the door so boldly?

"I heard from the red fan just now that it was the Momo people who came to the door, and the second son of the patriarch, Mochamore."

The old man is a little uncertain. He is a typical African. Naturally, he knows that this area is dominated by the Vasu people. How can a teenager dare to come to him?

"Go out and have a look." Lin Tianchu is also idle when he wants to be idle. It's better to go out and join in the fun.

"Yes, yes."

The old man was a little panicked, but he knew that Wawari and even the whole Vasu people attached great importance to Lin Tianchu. Whether he could go back alive or not also depends on the young man's will, so he also bravely followed him.

Walking out of the cave, she went straight to the bottom of the valley. Wa Wali had already sat back to her throne like a chief. In front of her, more than a dozen elites with eight feathers were lined up.

Why is it said to be elite? Just because they not only put their heads in eight feathers, reflecting their status in the clan, but also because the weapons in their hands are made of animal bone spears, with a bone knife pinned to their waists, and a pair of log shields in their left hand, which is inlaid with a human skull.

Such equipment is definitely a high-end military equipment among the indigenous groups in the African land, and only the elites in the elite can be equipped.

The more than a dozen eight indigenous people's faces were cold, and the devil's face was painted with oil paint on his chest, which looked very ferocious. On the opposite side, a thirteen- or four-year-old indigenous teenager, who is seven or eight points similar to Motu, stands proudly on the field with a rusty iron knife on his back. Next to him is a stone tablet that is about two meters high and not too tightly wrapped in animal skin.

Seeing this rusty iron knife, Lin Tianchu couldn't help thinking, "Is this the race that Motu said communicates with the civilized world?"

Lin Tianchu couldn't accept it, as if these indigenous people's thoughts were not what they outsiders could understand. The teenager was also stunned when he saw Lin Tianchu and the old man. Their clothes were obviously the costumes of the civilized world: "God, they actually have two friends in the civilized world. No wonder they are so powerful!"

"Is it you who came to send the war letter?" Valari asked, of course, Lin Tianchu couldn't understand, but the old man cleverly translated it for him.

"Yes." The teenager nodded and admitted, and then tore the skin of the stone tablet in front of him, revealing the pattern on the stone tablet.

Lin Tianchu was really surprised at this time. He remembered that in the past two days of the Vasu people, he had seen patterns similar to words, and when the old man came, he also told him that only tribes with words were powerful.

Because the written record can be production skills and relatively high-end scientific knowledge, but it is more about the history and former glory of the tribe. Only when the people feel proud of the tribe can the tribe continue to take root in Africa.

"What to write?" Lin Tianchu asked.

"This..." The old man held his glasses and looked at it carefully: "Uh-huh... So it is... This word is a little astringent. I'll think about it again."

Lin Tianchu's face was a little ugly. The old man was so excited that he didn't dare to pull again. He immediately translated and said, "Vicious Vasu, you killed my young patriarch Motu. We will definitely take this revenge. Tomorrow at noon, our Momo will attack the Vasu Valley together with the Dikaka and Lala. Everyone in the valley must be killed.

Hearing the old man's translation, Lin Tianchu did not hear who the author was, which made Lin Tianchu feel that this Mamo people only learned the culture of the civilized world.

"How can that be!" Valli was furious and gave an order: "Kill him!"

"What are you doing?" The teenager was obviously an accident. He couldn't catch Valari's behavior and shouted, "Have you never heard of the two countries fighting for each other?"

The teenager is obviously doomed to die. The Vasu people are so backward that they don't even know what the regular army is. How can they dare to collide with the indigenous tribes of the Cairo army? How can they know the rule that they can't be killed?

Sure enough, several indigenous people grew up and roared up, and the fierce murderous spirit also shocked Lin Tianchu. The teenager came to his senses. He was not a vegetarian. He pulled out an iron knife to meet him.

The teenager waved a knife, and a black knife crossed. The bamboo spears of the two indigenous people were cut off, and then he felt the darkness in front of him, and one of them had been punched by the teenager.

"At stake!" Lin Tianchu praised that the teenager's attack was very methodical, not a random fight. Although it was a shallow effort, it was enough for him to be the king of the African indigenous tribes.

However, this concept of king is only above one-on-one. Soon, under the tactics of the sea of people, the teenager was captured and overwhelmed on the ground with an unconvinced face.

The face that was eight points similar to Motu was full of stubbornness. When Lin Tianchu saw it, he actually thought that Motu was resurrected. There was actually someone else who died on Curica yesterday.

"Forget it, after all, you reminded me, so I'll save your brother."

Lin Tianchu is a person who must repay his kindness. Although he has no friendship with Motu, he has to admit that it was Motu who told him the situation at this moment.

"Please translate it for me." Lin Tianchu whispered to the old man. The old man was shocked and looked at Lin Tianchu in disbelief.

Lin Tianchu responded, "If I can't save him, I'll let Wally put you to death!"

Under the threat, the old man had to run to Wawari and said to Wawari, "Chief, the messenger asked me to send you a message. He said that this teenager is the incarnation of the devil. If he kills him, he will provoke the devil's revenge."

In fact, Lin Tianchu wants to say that the teenager is a god. Those who may fall in love with him may be different, but if this is the case, he, the messenger of heaven, will no longer be noble, and he will become very dangerous in two days to recover his skills.

After hearing this, Wa Valli's face was shocked. She turned her head and looked at Lin Tianchu. Lin Tianchu nodded gently. When Valli saw it, it seemed that it was difficult to make a decision.

In fact, she is a little afraid of the teenager in front of her. She is afraid of the sharp knife in his hand. Her knowledge is limited, and she doesn't know anything about iron weapons, so she regards this worthless iron knife in the civilized world as a magic weapon, and it is said that no one can use it.

He is afraid that the teenager will go to the battlefield at noon tomorrow, so what will her clan do then? And now the messenger god also says that he is the incarnation of the devil. Will the devil show mercy?

"Chief, the messenger said that you can't kill him, but you can imprison him for a few days." When she is old, her head is naturally smart, and the old man knows what she is thinking by looking at Valli's expression.

He was afraid that Wawary would order him to kill the teenager regardless of everything. At that time, he would only let himself be buried with him. I don't know why. He always felt that Lin Tianchu was the master who could say it.