After a feigned surrender and capture, Li Andy and his two companions, as divine sound propagators, were sent into the indigenous tribe.
However, the other party clearly had no desire to communicate.
"Heretics, we have our own gods!"
In the center of the camp, the bonfire flickered.
The shadows of several angry spears impaled the three like hedgehogs.
Other weapons surrounded them, blocking all exits.
"If you ask me, just kill them directly!"
"Feed their bodies to snakes, hang their heads outside, and curse those evil invaders!"
A thick stone spear, wrapped with a bone necklace, roared, its words fully displaying its native style.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Everyone echoed, united in their hatred.
Hatred continued to rise with the bonfire.
Perhaps it was because they were in the domain, but the feeling of being targeted with malice was exceptionally clear.
Those resentful "gazes" made the skin of the three sting.
Sophia swallowed, her expression tense, her legs rubbing gently.
Both she and Youxi had small knives hidden on the inside of their thighs, ready to flip the table and break through at any moment.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly fell silent, respectfully parting to both sides.
A Skull Scepter, wrapped in vines, slowly emerged from the darkness.
The Skull Scepter swayed gently, emitting a dull sound.
"Gurgle..."
By the firelight, one could see that there was another skull inside the human skull staff head.
One large and one small, like parent and child.
Like a mother embracing her daughter, or a father carrying his son.
Utterly evil.
The Skull Scepter's hollow eye sockets looked at the three:
"Our sacrifices are also running low; keep them alive."
The thick spear snorted and issued an order to those behind him:
"You, watch them in shifts, don't let them die!"
"Yes, Father!"
The slightly smaller spears beside him, also wearing necklaces, responded in unison, their voices both male and female.
Li Andy roughly understood their identities.
The Skull Scepter was the priest; the thick spear was the chief;
The slightly smaller spears beside him, also wearing necklaces, were the chief's children;
As for other weapons like bows and arrows and daggers, they belonged to other tribes.
They chose to submit and unite to jointly resist foreign invaders, and their status was relatively low.
Li Andy breathed a slight sigh of relief; they were temporarily safe.
Although they were captives, did they get in or not?
The next step was to follow the plan: gather information, find the anomalies, and leave this godforsaken place.
He scanned his surroundings and saw that the natives were still active, with no chance to sneak away.
So he decided to check on Zorro's situation first.
With a gentle tug on the soul thread, in the blink of an eye, his perspective leaped to Zorro.
At this moment, Zorro was receiving a "pie-in-the-sky" conferment from a flintlock pistol.
This flintlock pistol was inlaid with diamonds and silver, noble and elegant, and was the leader of the gun formation, calling himself a pioneer noble, Baron Flander.
"Not bad, young man, I think highly of you," Baron Flander said.
"We plan to launch a full-scale attack on those barbarians' lair in two days.
The wild west has passed, and the light of civilization will illuminate this land!
If you can make a contribution, I guarantee that when the railway is laid here in the future, you can become the sheriff, or even the mayor, here."
"Yes, Sir!" Zorro responded excitedly, his flattery making the flintlock pistol feel quite pleased with himself.
The flintlock pistol swayed contentedly.
"You go down and rest first.
If you're injured, you can go find our physician, Miss Meilin.
She is the best physician we have here; we couldn't have pioneered this far without her help."
"Meilin..." After receiving Li Andy's instruction, Zorro scurried out of the tent and went directly to find the physician, Meilin.
But as soon as he saw Meilin, Li Andy was stunned by her words:
"Hey, it's a Smith Model III, I haven't seen you before, are you from outside?"
This Meilin's perception was not affected!
She stated Zorro's production model, knowing that he was a gun!
Meilin smiled as she picked up Zorro, her small hands gently caressing him as she examined him closely.
Zorro, on the other hand, was utterly infatuated, giggling foolishly without any Alertly giggling: "Ah, yes! I traveled alone, with only wind and frost as my companions!"
It wasn't until Li Andy sent him a message that he twitched his barrel and asked Meilin:
"Miss Physician, do you know that we... are not human?"
Meilin blinked, then nodded:
"Yes, I know, you are all a bunch of moving weapons.
Hmm, quite cute, actually."
After speaking, Meilin even smiled.
Li Andy swallowed, and continued to have Zorro ask:
"Do the other 'people' know?"
Meilin pointed to her cheek and thought for a moment, then replied:
"Probably not.
Every time I oil, maintain, and replace parts for them, they think I'm bandaging wounds or performing surgery.
You're the first weapon I've seen that shares my perception.
So, little Zorro, where are you from?"
"Me? I don't know, I just woke up here!" Zorro began to feign ignorance, doing it so convincingly it didn't seem fake.
Meilin giggled, her personality like that of a gentle older sister.
"Then, Miss Physician, where are you from?" Zorro asked.
Meilin seemed to like Zorro very much, and while oiling him, she said:
"I'm not actually a physician; I'm a mechanic, and also an alchemist.
How I got here, I don't remember either.
Many memories, I don't know where they went.
But I always feel like I've been here for a very, very long time..."
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