North of the Northern Wilderness, in the Sierra de Lotas, about 300 kilometers away from Suhlen's territory, on an icy peak. The cold wind from the Polar Ice Field whistled past.
It was already a world of ice and snow. Snowflakes floated in the sky. As the cold wind blew, countless ice crystals spun and formed small whirlwinds.
"Boom!"
A mature bison that weighed close to a ton was thrown on a cliff. A gust of wind blew past, and then a huge black shadow fell from the sky. It had a grayish-white body, a pair of fleshy wings, and sharp claws that looked like they were made of steel easily left deep scratches on the rock that was frozen like steel. Its appearance was very similar to the pterosaurs of the dinosaur era, but compared to the pterosaurs, it was much bigger.
Any adventurer who had learned how to identify monsters would be able to recognize that it was a Cryopterus at a glance.
Cryopterus.
The cold-type Yaron was a type of pterosaur. It looked very similar to the pterosaurs, but because of its impure bloodline, pterosaurs did not have dragon scales, only a layer of dragon skin. They had strong hind limbs, and their forelimbs were attached to the wing bones of their wings. This made it very difficult for them to move on the ground.
By sacrificing their ability to move on the ground, they had a stronger flying ability than the pure-blood dragons. Cryopterus usually lived in small groups on the top of mountains in cold areas. The Cryopterus in front of them was an adult male pterosaur. At this time, it had just returned from a hunt.
The bison that weighed a ton had been frozen stiff, but this did not affect the pterosaurs' appetite. A female pterosaur that was similar in appearance but slightly larger in size was using her sharp teeth to bite the most tender part of the bison's meat. This female pterosaur had some difficulty moving, and her abdomen was obviously a little protruding. It was obvious that this pterosaur was about to lay eggs.
It was difficult for dragons to reproduce. Pterosaurs would lay eggs about once every three to five years. Each time, they would lay three to seven eggs.
A dragon's roar was heard, and the surrounding sky was filled with the sound of flapping wings. Then, a few Cryopterus landed on the surrounding cliffs.
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In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, Suhlen woke up on time. He rubbed his forehead to get rid of the sleepiness. After putting on his clothes, Suhlen yawned and walked out of the room.
He had been running back and forth between the territory and the mine for the past few days. Although he was not physically tired, he was a little annoyed. He needed more management staff. Otherwise, he would have to manage so many things. He was prepared to enjoy being a lord. He did not want to be surrounded by mountains of official business every day.
Breakfast was oatmeal with some jerky, wild vegetables, and so on. The heat was just right, and a big bowl of oatmeal directly awakened his taste buds. Suhlen drank two bowls in one go, patted his belly, and left the restaurant.
After breakfast, Suhlen first went to check on the various construction sites in the territory, took care of some things, and then went to patrol around the territory.
Because of the mine, there were fewer slaves reclaiming land outside the town. At this time, more than six thousand acres of land had been reclaimed in the territory, and hundreds of serfs were planting potatoes.
After patrolling around the territory, Suhlen went to the mine again. This time, Suhlen went to the mine by boat. Just yesterday, the construction of the port in the Whitewater River had been completed. Boarding the boat at the port, it could directly go down the river. It only took half an hour to reach the mine.
The water in this part of the Whitewater River was not turbulent, so although the quality of the boats made in Suhlen's territory was poor, they could still sail. Soon, Suhlen went ashore near the mine. At this time, the port had become a construction site. A large number of slaves were digging near the river. Because the river was one kilometer away from the mine, he was going to dig a canal here to reach the mine.
"Beacon!"
Just as he was about to go ashore, he suddenly heard a loud shout! Suhlen looked up and saw in the blue sky, a beacon rising in the distance.
"A beacon, more than a hundred people. I didn't expect there to be a tribe here. " Seeing the beacon, Suhlen laughed. "We don't have many slaves here. Catch all of them to mine!"
A few barbarians beside him couldn't help but pull out their weapons and look in the direction of the beacon. They were eager to fight.
"Go, let's go directly!" Suhlen took out his spear, pointed with the tip, and led a few barbarians in that direction. Soon, Suhlen and the others arrived at the beacon. The beacon was built on a mound, and they could see everything from here.
Standing on top and looking out, he saw a group of about a hundred black figures slowly moving towards them from the distant wilderness. Suhlen shaded his eyes with his hand and looked carefully for a while. Those black figures weren't goblins or kobolds, but more like humans.
As time passed, those black figures got closer and closer. Soon, Suhlen saw clearly that those people were indeed humans, the Northern Barbarians.
The Northern Barbarians was the general name given by the Kingdom of Florence to the humans living in the Northern Wilderness. For example, the barbarians under Suhlen were a branch of the Northern Barbarians. Most of the Northern Barbarians lived in tribes. They were tall and were half-nomadic and half-farming. In fact, each tribe was equivalent to a race. No one knew exactly how many races there were.
Under Suhlen's gaze, the group of Northern Barbarians stopped about 300 meters away from the beacon. Then, under Suhlen's surprised gaze, they walked over with a white flag on a spear.
Just as Suhlen was puzzled, the system notification suddenly sounded. "Ding! Congratulations to the host. Because they admire your bravery, a group of Northern Barbarians wishes to join you."
"This is the effect of the recruitment order!" Suhlen's eyes widened. He had already forgotten about this matter. He did not expect it to actually work.
"Boss, that person is coming. Should we attack?" A barbarian beside him suddenly reminded.
"No need." Suhlen stopped a few guys behind him who were eager to attack, then looked at the person.
"Don't attack. I am the leader of the Giant Bear Tribe, Boulder. I came with good intentions. I request to see the Lord Suhlen." Boulder placed his right hand on his chest and bowed.
This barbarian called Boulder was also a barbarian, but the tattoo on his body was a giant bear. As the leader, he was the strongest warrior in the Giant Bear Tribe. He was 2.3 meters tall, not inferior to Johnson at all. His muscles were firm and well-proportioned, and he looked very powerful.
However, their clothes were very shabby and were basically made of animal skin. Their appearance looked very dirty. It was obvious that these people were not living well.
"I am Suhlen. Why are you looking for me?" Suhlen came down from the beacon, empty-handed, and walked over with a relaxed expression.
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