"You are the intruders?" The middle-aged man looked at Emrys and the others and asked coldly. Everyone could feel a powerful aura slowly rising from his body.
Emrys frowned. He looked at the weapons of these men. They were only ordinary wooden swords, blades, and spears. These people also wore strangely plain clothes. Except for their sturdy bodies, they did not seem threatening at all.
However, there was something in their bodies that was making him uncomfortable. There was something about these weapons that was extraordinary instead of ordinary.
"We are not invaders. We have no intention of invading your tribe. I wonder if you would like to lead us into your tribe to rest for a while?" Emrys looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and took a deep breath, trying his luck.