Start the game with the goddess on a deserted island!

Chapter 392
And I quietly left the wooden house and walked to the room where the horse man lived.

At this moment, a horseman was seen riding Shen Jun's war horse, ready to leave the small tribe.

Without saying a word, I quickly caught up with him five miles away from the tribe.

"Huh? My friend, don't you sleep at night? What are you doing here?"

The man touched his waist while talking.

I noticed that a wooden box was tied to each side of his horse, and there were many air holes in the wooden box.

"It's nothing, in fact, I was sent by the Duoyan Department to meet you."

I said tentatively.

The man in that set of horses breathed a sigh of relief, but his face immediately changed.

"No, your skin color? Could it be that you are a foreigner who joined the Duoyan tribe more than ten years ago?"

This set of horsemen said strangely.

"Huh? An alien? An alien with the same skin color as me?" I asked back.

"Yes, not all of them. Some are very fair, some are very dark, and some are yellow like you."

said the horse man.

I understand that the aliens he mentioned should be people from a civilized society like me.

"Well, you're right, I am, so give me the things." I stretched out my hand.

But that set of horsemen shot without hesitation.

I saw him swinging his hand and slashing at me, his strength is not weak, he is equivalent to the strong man in the red collar.

It's a pity he met me.

I finished him with a single punch, and then unloaded the boxes on both sides of the horse.

The moment I opened the box, my eyes lit up and I was overjoyed.

Inside the box were actually two seedlings of golden trees.

After seeing me open the box, the little tree burrowed into the soil under the box as if alive.

There is also something wrong with the soil, it smells very heavy, otherwise it would not be able to support the absorption of the golden saplings.

"The box is not simple!"

I stroked the box again. Although it was made of wood, it was cold and hard.

If I guessed correctly, it should be made of gloomy wood that is thousands or even more than ten thousand years old. No wonder it can provide nutrients for the golden tree.

This set of horsemen should be preparing to send the golden saplings to the Duoyan Department. Doesn't it mean that there are experts in the Duoyan Department who can cultivate holy fruit trees?
If he is allowed to cultivate successfully, doesn't it mean that there will be a steady stream of mature body sacred fruits in the future?
Thinking of this, I cherished the two wooden boxes and returned to the small tribe lightly.

After another hour, those harness horses were kneeling in front of me with their hands tied behind their backs.

"Tell me, what formula is used for the wood of this box and the soil inside? If you tell me, I will spare your lives."

I said coldly.

These horsemen were not warriors, so they were very afraid of death, and all lowered their heads and did not speak.

"If you don't say anything, I will peel your skin."

I emphasized my tone, and drew out the blood knife again.

Finally, the first horse trapper couldn't bear it any longer, and he cried: "We don't know, this box and the soil were given to us by the dignitaries of the Duoyan Department, and we are only responsible for sending these things back to Duoyan." Go to Yanbu."

"Yes, yes! We don't know anything. It's useless for you to arrest me. If you have the ability, you can deal with the adults of the Duoyan Department. We are just ordinary people."

These horsemen began to pretend to be garlic.

Before I could make a move, Cheng Libin slashed at me with a single knife.

A man with a horse was decapitated.

The other horse trappers were frightened and softened at once, and they collapsed on the ground and shivered.

"Say it quickly, or I will kill them one by one." Cheng Libin said fiercely.

"I don't know, I really don't know, we are just in charge of delivering the goods, please spare us, woo woo woo."

These tamarinds are very soft, not like the warriors of the Duoyan tribe.

Cheng Libin killed another one.

"It's useless, you kill us, we don't know!"

These horsemen still said, it seems to be true, they really don't know the core secrets, they are just pawns.

Cheng Libin was about to swing the knife again, but I waved my hand to stop him.

"Well, let me ask you, who is the person contacting you? Will he know the synthesis of this soil and the origin of this wooden box?"

I looked at the only remaining horse man and asked.

"I only know that the person who contacted us is a big leader with a very distinguished status, and he is just an intermediary, not a person who cultivates the sacred fruit tree." A horse man said.

"What chief? What are his characteristics?" I asked.

"It's the big boss! In the entire Duoyan tribe, there are no more than thirty big bosses. The characteristic...is that they have purple collars around their necks, and they have great power."

After hearing this, I instantly understood that the one who is above the ten thousand husband is the chief, that is, the purple collar.

And there are almost thirty chiefs, it seems that this Duoyan tribe is really powerful.

No wonder some small tribes would rather die than dare to fight against the Duoyan tribe.

The Xueshan tribe was forced to exterminate at that time, and they also resisted hesitantly.

"Okay, tell me everything you know, maybe I can spare your life." I said.

Several Taoma people thought about it for a while, and then said: "The chief who is responding to us, his name is Shi Huoyun, it seems that he and another chief are in charge of 47 affiliated tribes."

My expression changed, and I asked, "Just the two of them can manage 47 affiliated tribes? What about the other chiefs?"

"I don't know much about the other chiefs, but they all have their own business. Some are in charge of cavalry fighting, some are in charge of aggression, and some are in charge of building something. And as far as I know, the thing they are building , seems to have exhausted the financial resources of the entire Duoyan Department."

The old horse man said hesitantly.

"Then how about their force? How many chiefs can a big leader deal with?" I continued to ask.

"I'm not sure, but five or six ten thousand commanders shouldn't be able to deal with the big boss! Because I've never seen a battle of that level, I just heard from the elders." Said the horseman.

My face turned black.

Just the four ten thousand captains alone caused me to be seriously injured.

If there are two big bosses against me, I'm afraid I'm no match at all.

If the four big bosses deal with me, I won't even have a chance to escape.

"If you have any other information, tell me all of them. The more information you tell me, the greater your chances of survival."

I continued to urge and yawned.

I didn't sleep all night, and my spirit couldn't keep up.

If I can get one more holy fruit, my permanent mental damage can be restored.

"It seems that there is some kind of disease that has spread to the tribe. The Duoyan tribe is killing that kind of patient. I heard that thousands of people have been killed now."

Next, there is no nutritious information, it is nothing more than blowing the people of the Duoyan department into gods.

(End of this chapter)