Chapter 582: Early Warning from the Strange Face Clan
“What does it say?” Ted looked confused.
He said that he regarded Babaka as his "son", but in fact he knew nothing about the Qimian language, and his daily communication relied on gestures and guessing.
Simpler things, such as eating, drinking, and sleeping, are certainly easy to express, but Babaka's long list of dancing made him completely miss the point.
“Its original words were, ‘The big dragon is about to wake up.’” Maka’s face no longer had the playful smile on her face. She held Babaka’s shoulders and confirmed again in the Qimian language.
Babakar answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
Maka looked at Ted and nodded. She trusted Babaka just like Gordon and the others trusted Pork Chop.
Ted did not hesitate and decided to issue an early warning immediately.
In order to attract everyone's attention as quickly as possible, Ted used a "rather drastic" method to sound the alarm.
He unfolded the Noble Lady's Mingzhu, pointed the gun into the sky, and directly activated the dragon cannon's mechanism.
“Boom!”
The ear-splitting roar instantly swept through the silent night sky all around.
Everyone looked over. Even those who were resting in the tent were called by their companions and began to gather here.
Ms. President was one of the first to arrive.
She sniffed, there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, and glanced at the barbecue Hayata had hidden behind her, her eyebrows raised.
But she had no time to pursue these matters at the moment. She stared at Ted and asked straight to the point: "What's going on?"
“The old mountain dragon is not dead, it is about to wake up.” Ted replied simply.
Ms. President carefully looked at the untouched pile of ruins and asked, "Based on that?"
Gordon was worried that the smell of alcohol in Ted's mouth would affect the president's judgment of his statement, so he said from the sidelines: "It was Babaka who gave the early warning, this little strange-faced tribe."
Everyone’s eyes were focused on Babaka.
The little Qimian tribe was a little nervous, waving their hands and gesturing: "Baka Gaka Gaga!"
“Huh? It said.”
Just as Maka was about to translate, the president's lady had already frowned, "What did the other Strange Face Tribes tell you? Are there any other hunting partners from the Strange Face Tribe in this battle?"
Hayata who was beside Gordon asked him in a low voice, "It turns out Madam President knows the Qigian language."
Looking at Ms. Fanti who was communicating smoothly with Babaka across Maca, Gordon touched his chin and said: "After living for a long time, is it normal to master more languages?"
“Wild strange-faced tribe?” The president’s brows deepened.
The Strange Face Tribe has a high IQ and has even developed a primitive society. However, most of the tribe has an unfriendly attitude toward humans, so they are also defined as "small monsters" by the guild.
It is one thing to be more vigilant with an attitude of trusting others, but it is also really difficult for her to fully trust the wild strange-faced tribe that has never shown up.
Pork Chops emerged from Gordon’s feet and scratched his ears.
It felt like it had guessed who it was.
“Come out, meow!”
Pork Chop climbed on top of Gordon's head and shouted around: "Don't worry meow, we won't attack your meow!"
At this time, everyone’s attention shifted to the pork chop.
In full view of the public, Gordon, who was treated as a cat climbing frame by a pork chop, also felt a little numb.
There was silence in the square. Five seconds and ten seconds passed without any response.
“Kababa Chaka!” Baba Ka also shouted, but there was still no response.
Ms. President glanced around, twirling the pipe on her fingertips. After a moment of reflection, she also spoke a Qimian language.
“The president said he would ensure the other party’s safety.” Maka whispered to her companions to translate.
There was another moment of silence.
ifies
It wasn’t just it, several more strange-faced tribesmen emerged in the blink of an eye. They shook off the sand and soil on their bodies and guarded nervously around him.
Several hunters subconsciously drew their weapons. They realized that the wild strange-faced tribe that appeared in front of them was no ordinary small monster.
There is also a strange-faced king with a very high danger level.
"Put away your weapons, there will be no danger." The president lady glanced at the nervous hunters.
Not to mention that there are more than fifty hunters gathered here, but those high-ranking hunters alone have the strength to deal with the King of the Strange Face Clan on their own. The fact that the other party dares to show up is considered quite sincere.
“It’s really you, meow.” Zhupa scratched his head, the newly scarred wound on his forehead was still itchy.
The king of the strange-faced tribe in the bone mask took a deep look at it and said, "Chaka, Gabachagala."
Gordon, Hayata, and Ted all looked at Maka, and the meaning in their eyes was obvious—can you please translate?
Maka looked confused, "The accent is so weird, I, I don't seem to understand?"
“Is it possible that the language of the Strange Face Tribe here in Xiuret is somewhat different from that in your hometown in the desert?” Hayata guessed.
The two regions are separated by thousands of kilometers.
Maka caught Babaka and asked a few questions, with a delicate expression: "It seems to be for this reason, it is the first time I know that there are dialects among the Qimian tribe in different areas.
Qimian is Babaka's native language, so he can understand it roughly, but I can't understand it very well. "
"How can the president communicate without any barriers?" Ted asked curiously, looking at Ms. Fanti who was communicating seriously with the King of the Strange Face Clan with a serious look on her face.
Gordon smiled dryly, "If you live for a long time, it's understandable that you can master a few more dialects of the Strange Face Tribe, right?"
Ted: "."
Over there, the lady president, who had finished communicating with the King of the Strange Face Clan, looked extremely ugly.
She directly began to issue instructions, "Enter combat status. Senior hunters, get ready. Others, gather the artillery and ammunition that can be used before and surround them."
Everyone took action immediately without much hesitation.
Non-combatant members such as medical staff began to retreat in an orderly manner. The hunters were making a series of preparations for the battle. The upper-level hunters were called together by the president's lady.
"Pigpa, please go reconnoiter and confirm." President Fan Ti said to Pigpa.
“I understand, meow!”
Seeing Pig Chop getting into the rubble, the president's lady said to everyone: "According to the king of the strange-faced tribe, the aura of the Laoshan Dragon is gradually returning to strength. At dawn, or noon at the latest, it should be completely wake."
"At least it's not the worst case scenario. It spent four days in slumber. As long as we delay it for a few more days, the construction of the new village can be completed." Xia Zuo nodded.
“I just don’t know how much its injuries have recovered.” Gordon said with a wry smile: “I hope what we need to face is not an old mountain dragon in its prime.”
"If that's the case, we can only risk our lives to deal with it."
“Let’s confirm the division of labor and turns.”
While the upper level hunters were discussing tactics, Pig Chop got out of the ground and ran over quickly.
“How is the situation?” the president asked hurriedly.
“What the King of the Strange Face Tribe said is true, Meow.” Zhupa shook off the dust on his body, “I still can’t feel my breath, but the sense of intimidation is much stronger than the previous few days.”
“Where is the wound? Is the wound healed?” Gordon asked.
Pork Chop gave a not too bad answer, "The wound has stopped bleeding, but it has not healed. It may be because there are too many gravels and foreign matter in the wound, which affects the wound."
The hunters were slightly relieved when they heard this.
If Laoshanlong really recovered from his injuries, how could they break through the defense without artillery, dragon-killing carbon, city walls and dragon-killing guns?
“No matter what, prepare for a tough battle.” Yamos said in a deep voice.
"Meow?"
Pork Chop’s ears twitched and he suddenly raised his head.
A black shadow was slowly descending under the cover of the night sky.
That's a fast airship.
(End of this chapter)