Carefully counting the people, aside from the unknown number of natives who entered the forest, excluding the captives, there were a total of 27 natives left on the beach.
These natives all appeared to be men; at least Chen Zhou didn't see anyone with obvious female characteristics.
The majority had bold markings painted with white pigment on their bodies, holding long spears or bows and arrows, with a few wielding short knives.
Too far away to see the material of the knives, he guessed they couldn't be made of metal.
Among them, the native chanting the ritualistic hymns wore a headdress of yellow and white feathers, with a necklace around his neck, his posture slightly stooped. The patterns painted on his back were extremely complex and dense, making him appear old, like a respected wizard or priestly figure.
"Capture the leader first; if we engage in conflict with these natives, shoot this old guy first."
