Chapter 110: The Tribe of Survivors

When most of the grassland entered the midsummer, the tyrannical snow-capped cold current had just left from the northern part of the grassland under the Samar Snow Mountain.

The daily average temperature that has risen to more than ten degrees makes this frozen ground covered with ice and snow for most of the year to emerge with verdant ground vegetation. The vigorous centaur warrior stepped across the green space, looking back, and lifting a beast. The long bow tied with the spine and the tough vine skin, the dull string sounded, and a big bird hiding in the canopy fell.　　

The centaur warrior trot forward to pick up the prey and retracted the feather arrow. As soon as he tied the prey to the horse, he heard a crisp whistling sound coming from south to north.　　

The centaur warrior looked up and saw the snow elf's snow owl. He immediately turned away and disappeared between the rocky rocks.

After a while, a group of snow elf warriors walked in the direction of the snow owl.

The non-commissioned officer was a gorgeous female elf with a cold expression. Her helmet was tied to her waist, and her forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, looking up far away.

Looking at the majestic snow-capped mountains, I raised my hand and fanned down the wind, and sighed: "I'm almost home soon." 　　

"Yes, it's really terrible to stay in the cursed land at this time." 　　

"It's still cooler around the snow-capped mountains, the first half month I'm so uncomfortable." 　　

Senior soldier Alex took out the canteen and drank, and then handed the canteen to his companions: "Sergeant, are we the last to withdraw?" 　　

"Yes, the other legions are on the way." It has been evacuated in a few months." Sergeant Selena raised his hand to comb back the hair that fell to the front of his forehead, sighing lightly, "My clan is not adapted to the climate outside the snow-capped mountains, and then I will rely on the forest elves to monitor the tiger clan. The king's court is here." "　　

"The forest elves always feel that something is not right..." Alex frowned. "This time it is Stephens' soldiers who entered the king's court, replacing the troops of Ananas last year. How do you feel? ... Does Her Majesty seem to be worried about Ananas?" 　　

"That's not a problem that we need to worry about." Sergeant Selena didn't care about this, "rest in place, and I will go back to the snow mountain today. "

"Yes, sergeant."

The centaur warrior trot all the way around the group of snow elves. After making sure that his whereabouts would not be followed by anyone, he turned in the grass and galloped towards the tribe.

The summer in the northern part of the grassland is short, and the land is frozen for at least seven or eight months of the year. Such a barren area cannot support large herds of cattle and sheep, and no large tribe can look forward to it. It is unexpectedly suitable for weaker tribes to survive. .　　

The centaur warrior returned to the tribe hiding in a large pine forest. Just when he saw the tribe's outer wall built with stones and branches, two cat tribes stuck out their heads from behind the wall.　　

"Come back, Purcell!" 　　

Purcell waved, and the two cats retracted their heads. After a while, the door blocked by the wooden plank opened from the inside. Purcell ran into the door briskly, and the two cats guarding the door ran up and took off the prey from the back of his horse. One of them lost a palm, and the other left leg was shorter than his right leg, but The action is still very swift, and while disarming the prey, he babbles: "Today the goblin dug a lot of edible stems in the south of the pine forest, and the gray dwarf scratched a nest of rabbits. By the way, Ayi dragged back a bear just now! "　　

"Ayi?" Purcell was surprised, "Can his right hand move?" 　　

"No, but only his left hand and teeth also defeated the big bear. The soldiers of the snow werewolf tribe are very powerful." The two cat tribes are happy. Smiled.　　

"I'll go see him." Purcell gave the longbow to the cat clan for maintenance, and walked to the tribe's tent made of wood and wool felt.

The snow werewolf man Ayi's right shoulder was broken, and his entire arm was hanging softly on his side. When Saier lowered his head and came in, he saw that he was peeling the bear skin with the claws and teeth of his left hand, his face, chest and hands. Make a bloody piece.

"Don't be too reluctant, let the cat clan come." Purcell stepped forward and looked at Ayi's shoulder, disagreeing with the authenticity, "Aren't you going to save your clan, then you should take care of your body." Yes." 　　

A dullly shook his head and continued to work on peeling.

Purcell stood there for a while, seeing that the snow werewolf still didn't mean to speak, he lifted the curtain and walked out. This tribe is nothing more than a lingering small tribe who just made up to live together. The painful experience of physical disability and pain that can destroy the heart can be seen everywhere, and Purcell does not have so much sympathy to pay special attention to someone.

"Purcell, eat beans."

In the tent next door, the old gray dwarf guarding the fire held a pottery bowl and handed it over. His two legs were gone from below the knees, and most of his face was scalded by molten iron and blinded one eye. .　　

"Is there enough beans this year?" Purcell's horse knelt down among the dry thatch, and began to chew the boiled beans with a slight salty taste.　　

"Enough, last year you only ate two bags of the beans you brought back from the tauren." Most of the old gray dwarfs with necrotic facial muscles seemed to want to squeeze a smile, and the rotten meat around the lips was a bit hideous.　　

Purcell nodded and stopped speaking.　　

He finished the bowl of boiled beans in salt water, which was only provided to people who can hunt. People who went out to collect food also returned one after another.　　

Five centaurs, one snow werewolf tribe, more than ten small cat tribes, more than ten gray dwarves and twenty goblins are all members of this survivor tribe.

Every centaur is a soldier and can bring back prey more or less. Goblins are good at gathering. Cats and gray dwarves can cooperate to hunt some small animals. When they are lucky, they can also catch large items such as roe, deer, and roe deer. When the summer that the snow elves hate comes, it is the rare happy time for this small tribe to be able to feed themselves.

More than forty people sit around the open space in the tribe and share food. The more handicapped cats and gray dwarves are responsible for cooking. People with more complete bodies or hunting abilities barely have a little salt in the food, pure reliance It is not so lucky for others to feed, and there is no smell in the mouth.

Ayi." The cheetah with a hideous scar on his cheeks and thumbs on his hands and palms said to the only snow werewolf man, "Just now we smelled the smell of the snow werewolf tribe on the southern beach. Do you want go over and take a look?" 　　

Ayi, who is glumly chewing meat, suddenly raises his head.

"The smell is very weak, it seems that it has been there for a while." Cheetah added.　　

Ayi, he stuffed the food into his mouth, rubbed and stood up, looking at the cheetah anxiously.　　

Cheetah drank the salty soup in one sip, wiped his mouth and got up: "I'll take you." 　　

"I'll go with you." Purcell moved in his heart, and then got up.

In the past, the Tiger tribe, which only attacked the centaur, cat tribe, and foreign races, began to attack the snow werewolf tribe. When Purcell and his centaur comrades picked up the snow wolf man Ayi back, he felt that the grassland was heading towards him. Knowing the change in direction, with such a premonition, Purcell, who was not willing to contact the snow werewolf tribe, also took the initiative.

The three immediately set off and rushed to the beach more than ten kilometers south of the pine forest-this area is the only place where the other big river Bray River on the grassland must pass. The rising river water in summer and autumn floods large areas of ground on both banks, leaving dozens of stretches. Kilometers of long tidal flats.　　

When the climate gets warmer, migratory birds from the south such as wild geese, red-crowned cranes, swans and other birds gather in communities, mate and lay eggs, they are vibrant and magnificent.

Naturally, the aborigines will not be shocked by the magnificence that they are used to seeing. When the three of them rushed to the tidal flats, they only felt that the birds were too noisy and the guano smell was too great. It took great care to find a large group of snow wolves Traces left when passing by.

"It's my clan, indeed my clan..." After sniffing for a while on a relatively dry high ground, Ayi suddenly jumped up excitedly, turned into a wolf body, and limped towards him with three legs. He chased in the direction he determined.

"Come on to my back." Said let the cheetah, whom was missing the two halves of the forelimb, sit on his horse, and followed the lame giant snow werewolf.　　

This chasing took a long time for most of the day. Following the winding Bray River from west to east, running out for more than a hundred miles, Ayi and Purcell, panting, finally saw the crowd stopping in front of them to camp.　　

"Woohh!!!

Ayi was howling and big tears dropping from his eyes.

After a short while, the two snow werewolf warriors rushed towards where they were.　　

In the early morning of the next day, more than twenty snow werewolf warriors entered the pine forest. When the simple gate was removed and curious and nervous people appeared in front of Hongye and others, the tragic living conditions of this survivor tribe made everyone silent for a while.

Goblins, the tigers don't need such filthy and weak slaves. As long as they don't lose their lives under the beasts and beasts' mouths, they can still struggle to survive. Although they are also disabled, they are at least within acceptable limits. And the gray dwarves...All of them are disabled, and none of them are spared.

Snow Leopard Rosemary glanced in shock at more than a dozen small cat tribes who were either missing arms or broken legs, and looked down at the lynx who came close to him, and his gaze fell on the opponent's entire left shoulder that was severed and missing a piece. Couldn't help holding people in his arms-the snow leopards and the lynx were naturally close, even if Rosemary didn't know each other, this kind of continued closeness would not make them feel unfamiliar.　　

"How could this happen?!" Hongye saw the old gray dwarf whose legs were empty under his knees, and the big muscles on his face had been burned. He was shocked and angry, and his face was extremely ugly.　　

"All the crippled slaves abandoned by the tiger clan, thrown outside to fend for themselves, we picked it back." Purcell said lightly.

What he didn't say was that the cat tribe and the gray dwarves can at least be thrown out alive, but the centaur can only get out of trouble if they die... For so many years, he and his tribe have taken the risk to wander around the tiger tribe, half alive. The clansmen were not found.　　

Hongye counted the centaur with only five people including Purcell, her lips squirmed and there was no sound.

"Will the Snow Wolf Clan take them all away?" Purcell looked at Hongye. Hongye nodded and met Purcell's gaze: "Those who are willing to follow us, no matter which race the Snow Wolf tribe are willing to accept. You also follow us." 　　

"No." Purcell shook his head, "Our tribe still In the tiger tribe, we have to wait for them." 　　

"Waiting for a day to find their bodies?" Hong Ye said without polite.

　　 Purcell was irritated, and his eyes narrowed.

"I heard that the centaur is a race that is good at fighting. Apart from you, there should also be tribesmen who have escaped from the tiger clan's capture and fled elsewhere." Hongye raised her head and stared into Purcell's eyes, "Scattered everywhere like this," I can only look forward to the day when the corpses of the occupied tribes can be retrieved, so why don't you try to get back all the clans that are still alive?" 　　

"Indeed, the original centaur was originally a centaur. The clan was not an opponent of the tiger clan before it was arrested and enslaved like it is now. Even if all the surviving free clan members are gathered together, they cannot be rescued from the tiger clan's hands." Without waiting for Purcell's voice, Hongye continued, "If you can't rely on a centaur alone, what about other people, plus our Snow Wolf tribe, plus the cat tribe, plus the gray dwarves, plus the goblins, do everyone unite and work together?"

"Don't speak big words, how can this be done! Even if it can be done, can it deal with the tiger clan?" Purcell said angrily.　　

His voice suddenly rose, and the survivors who were receiving food from the snow werewolf warriors were all startled.

"Because I can't do it, I'm so afraid to do it?" Hongye smiled frivolously, as if Purcell said something funny and stupid, "I thought the centaur was really brave and good at fighting, so you guys too I was so scared that I didn't even dare to try to imagine a counterattack."

"Who said we were scared!" Purcell was so angry that he couldn't do it on the spot.

Since you are not afraid, then imagine it, imagine that you can become stronger again, and one day you will be able to rescue your fallen tribesmen and avenge those tragic deaths. Just imagine, it's not difficult." Hong Ye said calmly, " We, the snow werewolf tribe, are now imagining that we can see this day, so we are trying our best to gather the tribe and anyone who is willing to unite with us. Even now we know that it is not the opponent of the Tiger tribe, but we are looking forward to it. It is always possible to work hard in the direction in the range." 　　

"Purcell..." Purcell's clan had obviously been persuaded by Hongye, and he screamed eagerly.

Purcell clenched his fists, stared at Hongye in irritation, and moved his lips. After all, there was no sound-to retrieve the survivors and hide in the northern part of the uninhabited grassland, struggling to linger. This was the only choice that Purcell could choose in the desperate situation. Way of survival. But can he really be willing, willing to wait for the enslaved people to die slowly like he is now?　　

The survivors ate a meal of dry food brought by the snow wolf clan warriors. After the centaur that blessed them compromised, they packed up the pitiful gifts and left the pine forest with the snow wolf clan.　　

The snow werewolf tribe's large army still has to go deep into the middle of the grassland. They can't draw out their hands to send them away first, so they continue to follow the snow wolf tribe on the road. There are more than fifty fighters with the team, most of which are snow werewolf fighters. Unless a large tiger tribe rushes out to intercept them, they don't need to worry about safety issues.　　

The vermicelli just put in the boiling soup pot softens quickly and is boiled into a soft translucent substance. Use a colander to pick up the vermicelli and put it in a bowl, add the seasoning and large pieces of steamed meat. Bringing a powder bowl with an unspeakable fragrance to the survivors, the goblins cringing and squeezing into a ball stared at the snow wolf warrior who gave them food in fear, and hesitated again and again before daring to reach out. Dirty hands.　　

The gray dwarves who behaved only a little better than the goblins also squeezed into a pile, each holding a bowl and biting on the vigorous vermicelli.　　

Xiaohua brought a large bowl of powder and placed it on the wooden pier in front of Ayi. Ayi, who could only move with one hand, licked her lower lip, grabbed the fork impatiently, buried her head in the bowl, and pulled along the edge of the bowl

Patriarch Caogen sat on Ayi's side, grabbed Ayi's softly hanging right arm, and lightly pressed it from top to bottom with her fingers, her brows were twisted into knots.　　

"Can his arm be cured?" Hongye and Yu sat opposite and asked with concern. The Patriarch Caogen shook her head and put Ayi's arm back: "The bones in the arm are all shattered, the muscles atrophy, and there is no sensation in the shoulder position...This hand is completely useless." 　

Hongye and Yu sighed heavily. The little flower who had just sat down shook her head unbearably. "It's okay, I'm used to it." After pulling out the noodles, Ayi lifted the bowl to drink the soup, licking the bowl before putting it down, straightened up and looked at the compatriots who were sitting in a circle. With a smile, "I can fight with only one hand, I am not afraid." The dozen or so warriors surrounding the bonfire were a little sad. Caogen stretched out her hand and patted Ayi on the back: "Good boy...Do you remember your people where were taken away?" 　　

A nodded, the newly recovered smile disappeared from his face, gritted his teeth and said: "I remember, I will remember forever, our tribe originally lived in the mangrove highland by the Bray River. There are a total of more than 60 clansmen in the above-"　　

Fourteen years ago, the Orc King borrowed troops from the grassland, and the Tiger King's court recruited more than 20 Snow Wolf tribes in the middle of the grassland. A total of 60 snow wolf tribes were recruited. The warrior, Ayi's tribe is also one of the conscripted tribes. The three elite fighters never returned. The patriarch of the Ayi tribe sensed the crisis. Soon after the war ended, the entire clan moved to live in the mangrove highlands in the upper reaches of the Bray River, avoiding a series of disputes caused by the pastures, and did not lose the tribe again. .

After living steadily in the mangrove highlands for a few years, the old patriarch passed away in winter. The new patriarch was younger and inexperienced. He was blinded by the peaceful life. He didn't notice the tiger's sloppy situation and gradually acted. It spread to near the mangrove highlands; it was not until last year when the warriors of the tribe went to the cat tribe to buy salt and cloth, that the new patriarch discovered that the cat tribe closest to the mangrove had been controlled by the tiger tribe.

By this time, the new patriarch knew that something was not right, no matter how inexperienced, he hurriedly called the clansmen to prepare to move, but the time was delayed because of the accumulation of fodder in autumn. One night in late autumn, a hundred tiger fighters attacked Ayi's tribe at night. The remaining two elite soldiers died that night, and more than half of the soldiers were killed and injured. All the tribesmen were captured and quickly transported to the eastern part of the grassland.　　

Ayi is also a soldier. During the night battle, he was beaten to maimed his right arm and was severely injured in a coma. Together with the occupied tribe, he was tied up and thrown onto a flatbed cart. After a few days and nights in a drowsy state, when Ayi woke up from starvation, he found that he and his people had been transported to a strange land, locked in a place where the walls were so thick that the sky was not visible.

All the people of were dying of hunger, and Ayi also lost the strength to resist. And at this moment, most of the tiger warriors who were holding them were transferred away for some reason, and the Centaur who was imprisoned in the same place as slaves took advantage of the opportunity. Several Centaur rushed in and wanted to release the snow werewolf. The clan, was hacked and killed by the tiger clan who chased in; in the chaos, Ayi and another snow wolf clan fighter escaped from the chaos, but they were too hungry. The soldier fell to the ground not long after running, only relatively young Ayi stumbled back from the east, fell unconscious in the snow, and was picked up by the centaur back to the tribe of survivors.　　

Ayi's story made Hongye and the others have their eyes cracked, and Yu hit the ground with a fist, Xiaohua gritted her teeth with hatred, and Atian couldn't bear to turn her face away.　　

"The eastern part of the grassland has been controlled by the tiger clan?" The grassroots clan chief was frightened. "I heard Purcell say that there is no way to pass the east side... Originally there were only centaur races living there, now... almost no tribes of centaur have survived." Ayi's tone was low, and he knew very well. It is not easy for people with this idea to save the Hui people.

Patriarch Caogen was silent for a moment, exhaled a long sigh, and looked at everyone seriously: "We have to speed up and get in touch with the tribes in the central area as soon as possible. If we can persuade us to follow us, we should persuade them. If we can't, we should try our best. Advise them to watch and help other tribes and don't live alone in remote places. Since the Tigers captured our Snow Wolf tribe's people and were transported to the east overnight, it means that they don't want to completely turn their faces with our Snow Wolf tribe in the short term. But this peaceful time... it is estimated that it will not last for a few years." 　　

Everyone nodded together, their expressions solemn.　　

Caogen looked at the cats' warriors again, and apologized: "As for the cats, we still have to avoid them as much as possible...because we don't know which cats tribes have been controlled by the tigers and cannot reveal our whereabouts."

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Everyone nodded together, their expressions solemn.

Patriarch Caogen looked at the cat tribe fighters again, and apologized: "As for the cat tribe, we still have to avoid it as much as possible...because we don't know which cat tribes have been controlled by the tiger tribe and cannot reveal our whereabouts."

Rosemary was depressed. He vaguely knew that the Tigers did not take the cats seriously, but after all they lived in the western part of the grassland all year round, and did not have a deep understanding. At this moment, he knew that the cats in the eyes of the Tigers are no different from centaur and gray dwarves. It made him feel a little hesitant, and he didn't listen to what Patriarch Caogen said.

Yugu has some similar emotions, but he has always disagreed with the view that "the future of the cat tribe is in line with the tiger tribe." He is not as uncomfortable as Rosemary. He raised his head and said with some difficulty: "We can understand,Patriarch Caogen, you can't do things beyond your abilities when your ability is not enough. This will make your goal never reach. The situation facing the cat clan now... it's not something we can influence."

From the western part of the grassland. The cat tribe is not clear about the distance from the tiger tribe, let alone the central tribe? If you don't care about shouting something to save people, it's just dragging your own people into the pit. Although the fishbone was uncomfortable, he knew what he could and could not do.

Patriarch Caogen sighed again and looked at everyone with a spirit: "Then, our next trip will have to bypass the mangrove highlands..." 　　

The route booked was to detour from the north into the middle of the grassland, and found that the pastures along the Bray River were also After being unsafe, naturally you have to correct the route. Originally the safest route should be from the south. However, the southern part of the grassland has dense water nets, many swamps and a wide area, which is not suitable for large groups.　　 Everyone worked together to come up with ideas. On such occasions, the spotted leopard Xia, who would always choose a key moment to show her presence, was strangely silent at this time.　　

Or to say... At this moment, Xia can stay sensible and sit here calmly, and he is already deep in his city.　　

The future of the cat tribe lies with the tiger tribe. Xia was a firm supporter of this idea before receiving the advice of the tauren. Later, there were irreconcilable differences within the tribe, and Xia chose to join the Snow Wolf tribe, which he thought was easier to fool at the time, only out of selfishness and unwillingness to adhere to the Tiger Clan.

Seeing the disabled cat tribe thrown away like waste by the tiger tribe, and hearing with my own ears that the middle cat tribe was enslaved by the tiger tribe, the cold sweat on Xia's back never stopped--if it was a difference in his original thoughts, let alone keep it. As the last dignity of the patriarch, he has tried his best to find the right to speak in the group. Maybe he has long been one of the slaves of the tiger clan. I don't know where in the grassland he is numbly doing worthless hard work.