Chapter 969 Underground cave
According to the Golden Strange Face Clan, the piece of gold fell off the body of the earth god, and the complex lines on the gold piece are the marks from the god's body.
Thanks to the existence of this piece of gold, redundant negotiation, communication, and even threats are no longer necessary.
Monroe simply mentioned it in the name of Gordon, and the Golden Face Tribe patted their masks to express that their tribe would never cause trouble to the investigation team again in the future.
The ceremony of the Strange Face Tribe will be held on the full moon night two days later. The Golden Strange Face Tribe warmly invites them and their group to stay as guests.
Although the settlement of the Strange Face Tribe is not a very comfortable place, it is dark, noisy, and the ground is full of ores, but the group of people still chose to stay.
Mr. Monroe was very interested in the process of the Strange-Faced Clan holding the ceremony, and so was Herta. The excitement on their faces seemed to be no less than that of the Strange-Faced Clan.
Gordon Hayata is not that curious about this matter, but as the escorts for this trip, they cannot leave the two "weak" investigators alone and return to the stars.
Had no choice but to stay together.
In response to this, the Golden Strange Face Clan was very excited.
From its perspective, Gordon is the messenger of the gods. Perhaps only in his presence can the gods appear and accept its tribute and confession.
It even ordered the strange-faced tribesmen to select those shiny high-grade ores and build an ore deposit for Gordon.
It's a pity that Gordon didn't appreciate this, and it would be too unpleasant to sleep on.
After staying in the strange-faced tribe's cave for less than two hours, Gordon became a little unable to sit still. He walked over to Mr. Monroe, who was observing the carved totems of the strange-faced tribe, and said that he wanted to go out for a walk.
The old scholar didn't even bother to turn his head, waving his hand to signal him to do whatever he wanted.
Gordon asked tentatively: "Then, can we just come back before the Strange Face Tribe Festival starts?"
"Yes, the festival is at midnight the day after tomorrow. Just come back before the sun sets the day after tomorrow."
“Okay!” Gordon smiled.
Hayata naturally followed. She didn't like squatting in a dark cave and watching the strange-faced tribesmen dancing around the fire.
Herta, on the other hand, was looking at it seriously. She was drawing the charcoal quickly to describe the dance movements of the Strange Face Tribe.
In the camp of the Strange Faces, the safety of Mr. Monroe and Herta was still guaranteed, and Gordon and the others left the cave with confidence.
The sunshine outside was so bright that one could hardly keep his eyes open. Gordon took a while to adapt, and then he lowered his sun-shading palm from his forehead.
The climate of the Anthill Desert is not as extreme as the great deserts of the Old World. Even in the driest northern region, many traces of life can still be seen.
The temperature is not so high that I have to drink cold drinks.
Hayata looked at Gordon and asked: "So where are we going now? Back to the camp?"
"What camp should we go to now? We can just go back at night." Gordon stretched his waist and stretched his muscles. Some places in the Qimian Clan's cave were relatively low, which made him feel like he couldn't stand up straight.
“It’s time for dinner, meow! Find something to eat, meow!” Pandan suggested, raising her paws high.
“Well, I think this is okay.”
“I knew it.” Hayata rubbed Pandan’s head, “Didn’t the Strange Face Tribe just invite us to eat together?”
Gordon smiled dryly, "Have you seen the ingredients of the Strange Face Tribe?"
“I didn’t pay attention.”
“I didn’t see anything else clearly, but I saw a dung beetle.”
“Eh—?!”
“So the rush to run out is part of the reason.”
"All right."
Hayata looked back at the direction of the Strange Face Clan's cave. Although she was not picky about food, the dung beetle was still too exciting.
Gordon unfolded the map, "There are no oases nearby, but there are many caves to the northeast. It is marked on the map that there are underground rivers in the caves that can be fished.
How about we fish for lunch? "
“I agree, meow! I have some seasoning for grilled fish, meow!” Pig Chop took out a small bottle.
Hayata and Pandan have no objections.
“Then let’s go!” Gordon took the lead and started running.
“Meow?” Xianglan looked a little reluctant, “Don’t you want to ride on the pterosaur, Meow?”
“What kind of pterodactyl can we take for a two- to three-kilometer journey? Eat more if you get hungry after running for a while!”
Compared to the scorching sun and hot wind outside, the cool and moist air in the cave is so comfortable.
“I’ve been staying here for the past two days, meow! I won’t go out, meow!” Xianglan meowed loudly.
Pork Chop sarcastically said, "Then just stay alone, meow." Ignoring the two Ellu who were arguing again, Hayata came to an underground pool and squatted down.
The water in the pool was very clear. She took off her wrist armor and carefully dipped her fingertips into the water.
The water was very cold, probably less than 20 degrees Celsius. It should have come from spring water deep underground. He licked his fingertips, but there was no strange smell. Hayata picked up the water with his palm and took a sip.
“It’s a nice spring water. Let’s change the water in the water bag.”
Gordon also came over and poured out the water in the water bag that had been heated by the sun and replaced it with cool spring water.
“Hmm? That seems to be it?” Gordon narrowed his eyes.
A red needle-like fin is exposed on the water.
"It's the Exploding Arowana! There are Exploding Arowanas here too! There are a lot of fireweeds outside!" Pork Chop threw away Pandan and ran over excitedly.
“There is no need to reconcile the bombs now.”
“Okay, meow.” Zhupa lay down by the water and looked at it for a while, then jumped up, “There is also a sashimi fish meow over there, a really big meow!”
“Fortunately, I’m prepared.” Gordon chuckled and took out a portable fishing rod from his bag.
Hung up the bait and was about to start fishing when he found that Hayata also took out a fishing rod.
Gordon was stunned for a moment, "You bring a fishing rod with you when you go out now?"
“It doesn’t take up much space anyway.” Hayata smiled and threw out the bait.
As soon as the two people's bait entered the water, fish bit the hook almost immediately. Food resources in the water in the cave were relatively scarce, and the fish in the pool had a strong desire to eat.
Without much effort, the two caught enough fish to last them.
Looking at the greedy tuna jumping and struggling in Hayata's arms, Gordon was a little confused.
Shouldn’t this thing be a sea fish? How come this thing can still be caught in the water pool of the cave? Are the waters here connected to the sea?
Forget it, if you don’t understand, just stop thinking about it, just eat it and that’s it.
Pandan assembled the portable barbecue grill very consciously, and Pork Chop also took out a knife, quickly cut open and cleaned the greedy tuna, cut it with a knife, and prepared it for barbecue.
Gordon and the other two put away their fishing rods. They were not as addicted to fishing as Aziz, so they just had to catch enough fish to eat.
The fuel used by portable barbecue grills is burning fossil carbon, which has great firepower and can cook food quickly, but it is also very easy to burn.
Fortunately, the pork chop's grilling skills are proficient enough. It constantly adjusts the distance between the fish and the flame. Soon, the burnt aroma begins to spread.
The whole gluttonous tuna was quickly wiped out, and the pork chop was neatly grilled with sashimi.
Pandan, who had eaten so hard, lay down on the ground and stroked her belly, as if this would speed up digestion and allow her to eat more in a while.
A quarrel is a quarrel, and he will never eat less of the pork chop rice.
"Meow?"
Pandan, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly sat up and moved her ears.
“What’s wrong?” Hayata looked over.
Pandan has a very keen sense of hearing and smell. Once there is any movement or abnormality, it is often the first to discover it.
“Don’t make a sound yet, meow.” Xianglan said.
The hunters stopped moving, and even the pork chops lifted the grilled fish on the grill and stopped turning.
Xianglan lay down on the ground again and put her ears to the ground. This was how she heard some movement just now.
After listening carefully for a while, it raised its head and said, "There is some movement, it should be somewhere deeper in the cave."
“What kind of movement, a big monster?” Gordon asked.
Pianlan gave Pig Chop a gesture, indicating that it could continue grilling fish, and then said: "It's not a meow, it's a small creature, meow.
They should be elf deer or orc cats, but there may be a lot of cats, at least a dozen cats. "
“The Elf Deer will not gather together in dozens, and neither will the Strange Face Clan. The nearby Strange Face Clan are all subordinates of the Golden Strange Face Clan, and they will not gather here.”
Hayata analyzed, "Maybe it's Detel? Didn't Mr. Monroe say that there is also a Detel ethnic group living in the northern part of the wasteland."
“I have the impression that it’s called the ‘Guardian Clan’?”
Gordon recalled it for a moment and said with a smile: "There shouldn't be any danger. Let's go take a look after eating later.
Maybe you can encounter something interesting? "
(End of this chapter)