Late at night, inside the Barda tribe's camp.
Although it was early autumn, there had been two or three snowfalls on the glacial plains. In the howling wind, Roddy's team temporarily found a low slope to gather for warmth. Because the temperature was too low, even in front of the bonfire, the soldiers were so cold that they stamped their feet. Fortunately, Roddy was well prepared. Thick cloaks and specially purchased "cold-dispelling potions" were enough to ensure that the soldiers would not lose their combat effectiveness because of the low temperature.
Roddy did not immediately enter the village after arriving at the camp. At this time, the team was resting here temporarily, just to wait for the tribal leader's reply.
Young Erwin did not have the authority to bring a team of a hundred people into the village. Roddy expressed his understanding, but he was also faintly worried. Everything in front of him had deviated from his expectations. Whether his plan could proceed seemed to have become an unknown.
Wearing a heavy cloak, the snow crunched under Roddy's feet. He looked at the faint houses in the distance, feeling inexplicably vexed.
"The feeling of not being in control … is really annoying."
*****
At the same time, in the largest circular stone house in Barda village, Erwin was frowning and standing at the edge of the house, enduring the tribal leader's reprimand.
"Trespassing into the snow monster's territory without permission almost caused the team to suffer losses, and you still have the right to hit your men? Did you even listen to what I said?! "
The middle-aged man named Alwala shouted at Erwin. His voice shook Erwin's head, but the young man was not at all convinced. He stiffened his neck and replied, "I can't find food in the original hunting area. I have to go further to find it! What do you want me to do? "
"Then what did you find? Hmm? You came back empty-handed, and you still have the guts to answer me? "
Alwala's cheeks were flushed with anger. Some of it was because Erwin talked back, but more of it was because the other party was right. The Barda tribe's hunting area had gradually been invaded by the snow monsters, and hunting without any results had become the norm. If this continued, even the best hunter would probably return empty-handed.
However, neither of them believed that they were wrong, so they remained in a stalemate.
As the leader of the tribe, Awala's stature was about the same as Irwin's. However, he was nearing fifty years of age and had a head full of white hair. His most distinctive feature was the hideous scar on his face. His blind left eye was grey, and when he raised his gaze, he had an intimidating aura.
"I didn't bring back food, but I brought back this group from the other side of the mountain! Their leader has talked to me and is willing to help! "
Erwin took out a machete from behind his waist. "This is the weapon they use. The leader, Roddy, said that if we use this weapon, killing the snow monsters will be a piece of cake!"
The barbarians could only use pig iron at present. Moreover, most of them were crude cooking utensils. They didn't have the craftsmanship to make metal swords. At this moment, the weapon Irwin took out was only the most common standard machete of the Kingdom of Karen, but as a natural warrior, Avala could see the power of this weapon at a glance …
He reached out and picked up the machete. With a wave of his hand, the wooden chair beside him split into two with a crack!
An ordinary person without training would not be able to do this. However, the barbarians were natural warriors. They could almost instantly grasp the knack of using the machete.
Looking at the broken wooden chair on the ground, Avala's remaining eye narrowed … He raised the machete and examined it carefully. The machete, which was almost undented, still exuded a cold aura.
The atmosphere in the room changed slightly. Avala's hand, which was holding the machete, trembled slightly. His eyes flickered as he stared blankly.
The young Irwin could guess what the tribal leader was thinking about.
Ten years ago, Avala had almost lost his life in a battle with snow monsters. That time, he and his four companions had encountered three snow monsters on the ice plains. After a bloody battle, his companions were all killed, and he had relied on a stone axe to carve out a bloody path …
At that time, Avala's abdomen had been cut open and one of his eyes had been blinded. When he had walked out of the village, he had directly collapsed in the snow because of excessive blood loss. Later, he had also relied on his tenacious vitality to survive.
As a result, he had gained the respect of all the people in the tribe and eventually became the leader of the Barda tribe.
However, what puzzled Erwin was that Avala had clearly become famous after that battle with the Snow Monsters. However, after that battle, his attitude towards the Snow Monsters had become extremely 'negative'. After he became the leader of the tribe, he had actually issued a death order: If any hunter encountered a Snow Monster, they must choose to avoid it and preserve their strength with all their might.
The barbarians had a fiery temper, but it did not mean that they were all desperadoes. Avala's starting point was not wrong: he wanted to avoid casualties for his people, and he thought that only when the tribe's population increased would they have the capital to deal with those ferocious snow monsters in the future.
Thus, this order had been obeyed for ten years. Now, although the population of the Barda tribe had increased by a lot, when faced with the snow monsters, no one would think of "fighting head-on" anymore.
Originally, they were not afraid of the snow monsters. However, as they hid from the snow monsters, their mindset gradually changed. Warriors should never be afraid of battle, because once "hiding" becomes a habit … the lost fighting spirit would not be able to be rebuilt with just a few commands.
In the current Barda tribe, only young warriors like Irwin would maintain the desire to challenge and kill the snow monsters. As for the old hunters who had been abiding by the "rules" for the past ten years, they had long lost the courage to fight the snow monsters to the death.
Avala stood there in deep thought for a long time. He held his scimitar and observed it several times. After nearly three minutes, he finally asked, "How many of them are there? What did they say? "
Irwin answered truthfully, but did not mention the encounter with the snow monsters on the way. Avala thought for a moment, then waved the scimitar in his hand. "The leader called Roddy said that he would give this weapon to you?"
"No, he just said that if we are willing to provide them with suitable resting areas and food, they are willing to exchange these weapons."
The young man did not notice the glint in Avala's eyes. He continued, "The leader also said that he brought a lot of similar weapons this time, enough to arm all the hunters in the tribe."
"You've finally done something good."
Avala seemed to have lost his previous anger in an instant. He patted Elson on the shoulder. "Go back and rest first."
"That … I don't have to go find them?"
"No, I'll get someone to inform them."
Irwin scratched his head. He had thought that they would continue arguing, but things seemed to have developed unexpectedly smoothly. After thinking about it, there was nothing more to say, so he turned and left.
When Avara was the only one left in the room, the barbarian leader lowered his head and stroked the edge of his scimitar with his fingers. He whispered to himself, "If food is provided to you … then what do the people of Bada eat?"
*****
As midnight approached, Roddy finally received a reply.
However, the person who came was no longer the energetic Irwin, but an old warrior of about forty years old. The other party spoke in a low, muffled voice. After the two of them gestured for a long time, Roddy finally understood what the other party meant. "You mean, you want us to go to the col on the other side of the village?"
"That's what the leader of Avala said. The village migrated from there and left behind many houses that can keep warm."
This result was not unexpected. Roddy could not think of a reason for the other party to refuse, so after expressing his gratitude, he immediately let Sodelor lead the team to move and strive to reach there as soon as possible.
Although the cloaks were thicker and heavier, no one could withstand the temperature of -20 to 30 degrees Celsius for too long. Those thin tents were not as warm as the barbarian houses. Sodelor understood this, but he still asked, "Abandoned buildings? Is there any problem there? "
"What difference can there be in the snow? It's less than four kilometers away, and the soldiers are freezing. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can be at ease. "
Since Roddy had spoken, he did not say anything else. He turned his head and began to let the soldiers pack up the tents.
"Natha, don't forget to drink the anti-cold potion. Don't force yourself in such an environment."
Roddy saw that her lips were a little purple from the cold and quickly handed her the potion. He then turned his head and helped Akasha tie the belt of her hood. "Just hold on a little longer. We'll get there as soon as possible."
"There won't be snow monsters over there, will there?"
Akasha had a deep memory of the encounter during the day, and she could not help but feel a little worried.
"Snow monsters won't go near the barbarians' territory. Besides, why would our troops be afraid of snow monsters?" Roddy was very confident about this.
[Two things: Today is the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Day. We have not experienced that period of history, but we all know what it means. Don't forget the shame of the country and work hard to improve yourself. Building a strong country is not a matter of shouting slogans. Starting from yourself is the most important thing. Fortunately, after graduation, the country deducted a lot of my royalties, so I can say that with more confidence.
The other thing is about my recent state. These days, I really feel "mentally exhausted." My mind is always wandering when I write. My memory is starting to deteriorate, and I even drive on the wrong road. After writing a book for more than three years, this is the first time I feel powerless. I'm considering taking a three to five day long vacation to completely relax. If I continue writing like this, I think this book will be ruined.
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