Because there is one more guest in the back seat of the cockpit, the "monster" forward-sweeping wing jet fighter evolved from the Golden Dragon naturally cannot rush hypersonics in the stratosphere as unscrupulously as when it came.

With Melidol's small body, I'm afraid that the internal organs would break and die without two extra force.

The gold dragon, which received special instructions, kept the cruise speed of Mach 3, and quickly crossed the sky. Through the deliberately formed thermal barrier effect, it offset the cold high altitudes and maintained the temperature in the cockpit.

Because of curiosity, after looking out of the cabin for half an hour, the monotonous blue sky and sea of ​​clouds, and the mountains and rivers that became very small, soon made Melidol, who had retreated from freshness, feel bored and drowsy. Unconsciously, curled up in the seat like a little beast and snored.

The color of the cockpit cover gradually darkened, blocking the dazzling sunshine in the sky.

I don't know how long it took, but when Melidol woke up from his deep dream and slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the seat in the cockpit sealed by a transparent cover, but in a tent with a soft and warm blanket.

The melodious and high-pitched singing and various cheers penetrated the thick tent cloth and came into her ears. A warm singing and dancing event seemed to be held outside.

She gently lifted the blanket on her body, got up and put on her little boots, curiously lifted the curtain, and a hustle and bustle came towards her.

Under the stars, near the bonfire where flames were rising, many figures were trying their best to stretch their limbs, dancing strange dances happily, and screaming from time to time.

In the air, illumination balls as big as bowls were floating, illuminating the surroundings as if they were daylight.

There were more than one tent next to it, and it seemed to be a camp. The air was filled with strange smell of fishy smell and fireworks, which made Melidol feel uncomfortable and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Huh? Meridol, are you awake?"

A breeze blows nearby, and the figure of the Dragon Knight Molin appears in her sight.

“Where is this?”

Melidol looked around and asked in confusion that it was not at all the Slams, whether it was the tent or the people who were singing and dancing.

Lin Mo saw the girl's doubts and explained to her: "It's a barbarian tribe. We stayed in their camp for the night and continued to rush tomorrow. We will be able to return to the Slan Empire the morning after tomorrow. Are you hungry? I'll take you to have something to eat."

Barbarians?!

Melidol couldn't help but widen his eyes. It was rumored that the barbarians living in the bitter and cold land were barbaric and aggressive by nature, and had their own language and culture, and were not a race that was easy to deal with.

How did Lord Molin bring her to the territory of the barbarians? I heard that those barbarians not only like to cut off other people's heads and make them into special witch sacrifice items with strange effects, but even eat people.

"Don't worry! I am a powerful dragon knight. If I were an ordinary person, I might even lose my life, but if a real strong man comes to visit, he will definitely be warmly welcomed by these barbarians."

After choosing this barbarian tribe as a place to stay, the hideous golden dragon really scared many barbarian warriors. In addition, Lin Mo unceremoniously let out dozens of people with his fists. The entire tribe immediately changed his attitude towards these three uninvited guests who fell from the sky and treated them as the most noble guests. Not only did he take out the best food in the tribe, but he even held a bonfire party as a welcome.

"That's right! Dear guests, our barbarians only respect the strong. For the weak, we will be happy to cut his throat with our own scimitar, then peel off his skin to make a big drum, release blood to make witch medicine, pick out bones and make witch tools from the witch priests, and give them the remaining internal organs to the beasts in the wilderness, so that they will no longer invade us. On this land, the weak have no right to survive. Their only mission is to become food for the strong and the beasts."

A man with a stiff common accent, squirting alcohol, walked over with a spear, and only a piece of bald animal skin was hanging on his body. There were several chains of animal teeth and bones hanging around his wrists, ankles and neck.

Although the white mud and beast blood were applied on his face, a strange gray color could still be seen, and a pungent fishy smell was emitted from his body.

The other party was just telling a fact, but Melidol couldn't help but look slightly pale. If Lord Dragon Knight had not been by her side, perhaps she had already started chanting the magic shield spell at this time and was ready for battle.

"Hello! I am Melidol, the saint of the God of Light."

Although the other party's actions and words were very rude, Melidol still bowed to the other party very politely.

"Light, light? Barbarian God, I can actually meet a believer of the God of Light, okay! In the name of Barbarian God, you are welcome, Meli, I am the leader of the Zhiya tribe, Jiuqi, everyone here must listen to me, cute little girl, why not stay and be my woman and say goodbye to the God of Light, this is the strongest part of our Zhiya tribe, well! You can put a few bright balls at night, how will I give you treatment second only to the witches?"

The boss of the barbarian tribe seemed to be a little drunk and talked nonsense.

Bang!~

The Scare Tribe flew out for the first time and smashed a tent.

Lin Mo withdrew his feet, as if he had just done something insignificant, and said calmly: "Don't mind, this is the case with the barbarians. It's the truth that only recognizes the hard fists, and they don't understand etiquette at all."

"oh!"

Meridol was a little scared and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Let's go! Go and have something to eat. With me here, no one will bully you!"

Lin Mo's words finally made the saint of the God of Light feel a little relieved.

In fact, the Dragon Knight was in front and Meridol was behind. When the two walked towards the bonfire, the barbarians clearly saw that their head was kicked away, but none of them came up to cause trouble or revenge, and they were still singing and dancing, but instead made a way out and allowed the two to pass through safely.

Next to the campfire, a large piece of animal skin was spread out, and the side was filled with food and wine pots. It was originally the seat of the head, but it was occupied by Lin Mo and Melisdor without hesitation, but no one raised any objection.

"Eat it! Don't worry, it's still clean and not poisonous."

Lin Mo took out his dagger and cut off more than a dozen pieces of barbecue and put it on a pottery tray, and handed it to Meridol.

"Thanks!"

Meridol's cheeks flushed, took the pottery plate, tasted it lightly, and felt it was pretty good, so she started chewing it with some barbecue. After drinking a few slices of barbecue, she suddenly said, "Mr. Morin, they seem to be poisoned?"

Like the head of the Scare-Teacher, these barbarians had an abnormal grayish look on their faces.

"Well, it's the problem of salt. The salt they usually eat is mineral salt collected from the wasteland and cannot be filtered thoroughly. Therefore, everyone has chronic poisoning of varying degrees and severeness. They usually rely on the antidote agents provided by the witch priest to relieve toxicity or detoxification. However, in terms of their lifespan, they rarely live until the poison is out of reach."

The reason why he was able to explain the truth behind these people's unhealthy faces was not that Lin Mo was knowledgeable, but that he happened to find information on the online encyclopedia of this world.

Meridol immediately thought of something, immediately stopped eating, and stared at the ceramic plate in his hand.

Since the salt here is poisonous, isn't the barbecue I'm eating?

"Hahaha!" Lin Mo seemed to guess what Meridol was thinking, laughed and said, "Don't worry! In addition to the meat they raised, the spices and salt were given to them by me, and it was the best pure salt!" Not only pure salt, but also iodized salt.

Whether it is the Li sisters or Qi Fei, it is almost impossible to purify salt. Filtering wood carbon and wood ash, plus some simple chemical methods, can easily produce fine salt with a purity of three nines, not only for home use, but even the royal family of the Slan Empire uses these high-purity salts.

The space on the right wrist is in the alchemy memory, and there is no shortage of daily necessities. It is just a bag of seemingly ordinary salt, perhaps only a dozen kilograms. These top-quality salts without any toxins are enough to make the Chitto Tribe regard Lin Mo and Melisdor as guests of honor.

-r1152
Chapter completed!