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Chapter 11: Learning is endless

"To build an igloo, you must first make solid and thick snow bricks, and then place them on the ground into a circle. While building up one by one, the circle should be gradually reduced, and finally the top is sealed to form an inverted buckle. Hemispherical shape on the ground." Painhurs waved a wide flat rib of a reindeer, and under the crowd of people and horses, he demonstrated the process of building an igloo in a simple and clear manner. Every time he said a word, the beautiful rouge chief would translate his words into the Mu language and tell them to the onlookers. Like a translator.

"Can you say hurry up!" Christina estimated the time nervously. "My sister can only use five first-level spells a day. I used two [treatment of minor wounds] to treat the wounded. Here you, me, and her three set [Speaking Language], there are no free spell slots today. Now! And she can only maintain this spell for two hours now! Half of the time has passed!"

"You didn't say it earlier! I thought this magic would be effective forever!" Painhurs speeded up his speech anxiously. "Ah, when building the igloo door and vent, the hole must be opened to the south. This is understandable, leeward, leeward."

"It's common sense that magic has a time limit! Your wild horse's understanding of the world is really superficial!" Christina stroked the soft pale hair of the pale white horse with pity. While enthusiastically translating the questions raised by the compatriots in the audience. "Master Val asked you. He studied the igloo you built before. The curved roof is indeed wind-proof and snow-proof. But it is still very cold inside. Is there a solution for this?"

"Yes. But I have no tools and materials in my hands, so I can only build a semi-finished product. The real igloo should be digging one or two meters deep into the ground with a shovel as the living creature's real dwelling. Deep digging, shallow Building the roof, the underground temperature is much warmer than the ground! Theoretically speaking, the igloo on the ground is just a roof of a warm pit." Painhurs didn't know whether it was to make trouble for the bard, or he was nervous in a hurry, Shuang The lips spit out a series of detailed architectural plans like a cannon. "In order to keep warm and cold, the outer arc of the igloo should be covered with a thick layer of hay and covered with animal skins. The inner arc of the house should also be covered with animal skins to solve the temperature problem."

After listening to Christina's verbatim translation, the old man and horse with white beard and hair showed a suddenly realized look, and looked at Painhurs' eyes with a little more respect.

"Well, this is all the knowledge about the construction of igloos. If there are any remaining problems, let's solve them slowly in practice." Painhurs skillfully laid snow bricks. The outstanding craftsmen of dozens of Ping clan are also imitating and learning in every way. Their division of labor is extremely clear. Some people pile up snow bricks, some dig huge circular pits, and some people build houses with the piled snow bricks, and they move a lot of weeds and animal leather to paste on the top of the dome. The pale white horse, with the help and translation of Christian, constantly corrects the minor mistakes made by the tripartite craftsmen in practice. In less than ten minutes, an exquisite huge igloo appeared in front of everyone!

"Okay, your task is complete. Next, the craftsmen will patiently teach all the people the experience they have learned-this was originally your job! A wild child who can't speak." Christina snorted dissatisfiedly. . The whole horse bent down and knelt on the ground, slowly got into the warm igloo, and let out a sigh of contentment. "By the way, you said you know the whereabouts of another Clan Ma?"

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"Yes. According to my many years of exploration, there is a turbulent dark ocean to the south of us." Painhurs also got into the igloo and lay down comfortably on the ground. Is the spooky weather outside really uncomfortable, or the room is warm. With his fingers, the pale white horse drew an oval on the soft soil, and then drew a smaller diamond pattern in the oval. The northern corners of the diamond were connected with the arc lines of the oval. "And there is a huge warm peninsula on the sea, where rain is plentiful and the seasons are like spring. The east and south are high mountains and hills, and the west and north are fertile grassland pastures. But that place faces the sea on three sides, only the north and the north. The cold grasslands are connected together."

"What! There is such a good place in the south!? Rain is plentiful and the seasons are like spring?" In Christina's blood-colored pupils, sparks of excitement abruptly burned. "real or fake?"

"Really. But such a good place is already occupied by the barbarians." Painhurs sighed. "They built an extremely strong wooden fortress on the only land on the peninsula. The clan tried to enter the peninsula...but was blocked by the fortress. Hundreds of colleagues, all I died tragically under the arrow rain and sharp blades of the barbarians. I just got a little closer and was chased by their light cavalry frantically. Fortunately, I was saved by you."

"That's it." Hearing the tragic ending of another tribe's annihilation, the extremely cheerful flames inside Christina's pupils slowly died away. Along the way, she has heard too much about the tragic ending of her compatriots. "Well, after all, there is a human chassis. Comparing your heart to your heart, if there are orcs or trolls who want to break into this chief's territory? I will ruthlessly kill those nasty monsters! Since these humans are more exclusive, the fortifications are also It's more difficult to eat, so let's just leave it alone! Anyway, this cold grassland is much warmer than hometown. With the igloo technology you provide, everyone should be able to survive this severe winter... By the way, I will show you to a good place."

"Where?" Painhurs got out of the igloo strangely, followed the brisk pace of the rouge horse, and came outside a huge tent. Christina's soft arms gently opened the curtain door of the camp. I saw countless young horses curling up inside the furry skins, following an old brown horse, learning the language and lingua franca of the Mu tribe. Every time the teacher said a word, the children in the audience learned his words and made a beautiful and innocent voice, like a silver bell.

"Ahem, little guys! You have new classmates!" Christina took Painhurs' big cold hand and led him into the school.

"Is there a new partner again? Where is it?" A pink-cut jade mare, peeking out her frozen red and tender face from the furry skin, looking around curiously.

"It's right in front of you," Christina kindly kneaded the soft face of the little pony that can be broken by a bomb. He turned his head and motioned to Painhurs to approach. "This elder brother's clan was destroyed when he was as old as yours. He is the only survivor in that clan, so he has not systematically learned Mu language and common language. Starting today, he is your classmate."

"Wow! White hair, so beautiful!" A group of little ponies, blinking a pair of beautiful big eyes, tightly wrapped around the animal skin blanket, happily gathered around the pale white horse, and surrounded him in the middle. . Shouted cheerfully. "New classmate! New classmate! New classmate!"

"Cough cough." The old brown horse on the stage coughed slightly, and an invisible terror pressure swept the entire tent in an instant. The scared foals honestly ran back to their seats, bent down four horse hooves, kneeled down on the sheepskin blanket again, and prepared to continue class.

The old man with brown fur, facing the chief, bowed respectfully. "The old man understands. Since he has missed the best age for language learning, there is no way. In order to adapt this child to the whole world, I will first teach him the simplest and most common lingua franca. Elegant and tactful Mu language , You can teach it slowly later."

"No problem, you have the final say. Painhurs, let's learn lingua franca with these little guys first! I'm going to deal with their affairs, and I will pick you up after class." Christina, the chief, is right. The old man in front of her maintained great respect, and she stretched out wearily, and slowly got out of the tent. It's hard to imagine that all the things of the whole clan, big and small, are actually backlogged on her extremely weak shoulders.

Chapter Twelve: Eventful Autumn

After several hours, Painhurs walked out of the tent dazedly. Learning a foreign language is really uncomfortable. Especially what the teacher said, I still don't understand it! Embarrassing to death! Fortunately, with the teacher's superb drawing skills and the assistance of body language, I finally mastered the pronunciation of all the basic letters of the Common Language and some of the simplest words. The little pony beside him laughed innocently when he was confused.

Damn it, even though I know these kids don't have any ill intentions, they just think it's fun, but that's also very unpleasant!

"These people work and learn so fast!" Painhurs looked around in astonishment. In just a few hours, countless primitive animal skin tents disappeared, replaced by hundreds of extremely sturdy snow houses. Several passing men and horses also smiled respectfully at him.

"get out of class is over? How are you learning?" After dealing with the mess, Christina happily ran to Painhurs, and asked with great concern in the wooden language that she spoke softly.

"I, listen, don't understand." Painhurs rolled his eyes silently, and replied with the universal vocabulary that his teacher had just taught him.

"Ah, I forgot the duration of [Speaking], it should have been long ago." Rouge Liema smiled and took Painhurs' pale and cold hand, leading him back to one of the largest and most conspicuous snow houses. Middle: That is the residence of the chief.

The igloo is so huge that the three horses and horses are unaware of it being crowded inside. Of course, it is also possible that the black bard is too petite. Deep into the mud ground of more than two meters underground, covered with a thick layer of sheepskin, four wall hangings are covered with all kinds of monster heads, demonstrating the chief's magnificent military exploits.

Most of those ugly heads are green-skinned orcs from the same nomadic society. Their faces are extremely hideous and terrifying. Above their strong and powerful jaws, there are four huge fangs that are two long and two short, and that canine teeth the size of a dagger. Breaking through the shackles of his lips, frantically bulging upward. This is going to be bitten, I am afraid it is not as simple as bleeding.

Painhurs observed the chief's war gift with interest. In addition to the orcs, there are also ugly heads with bear noses and huge and sharp ears. Looks like the bear goblin in the game.

Well, this is indeed a fantasy historical world with a magical revision.

To celebrate the joining of Painhurs, Christina deliberately slaughtered a ram, supplemented with a lot of cheese, and sweet milk wine in the skull of a certain monster. After the three of them had a beautiful meal, they lay directly on the woolen carpet and fell asleep quietly.

Before going to bed, Christina deliberately used no extra animal skin bedding as a reason. Under the silent gaze of her sister, Christina clung to Painhes's silk-like soft coat, covering the two of them. Zhang is a huge bedding made of wool. The pale white horse shrugged, he was just a little unhappy with the Chief's attitude of forcing himself. There is a soft and sweet beautiful girl next to her when she sleeps, and she is taking advantage of her. So let her go.

Damn it, it would be better if the lower body was a human.

However, no one noticed that the two mighty black eagles were hiding among the dense branches of the jungle, watching the entire centaur camp vigilantly.

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Dawn the next day

Pelekop Land Narrow-Visimiris Fortress

The splendid sunrise at dawn spreads a large expanse of warm and soft golden light through the windows of the fortress on Asana's extremely peaceful and delicate face in her sleep. The barbarian girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, slowly waking up from her dream. She lifted a sheepskin quilt, exposing her small seductive ketone body to the bright and moving sunlight in the morning.

"It's dawn. Hasn't Augus come back yet?" The naked and naked Ostrogoth general, while yawning, combed his long orange hair that looked like a sunset glow, and his dexterous hands. Quickly weave them into exquisite braids and wrap them around both sides of the head. She slowly came to the closet, gently took out a long roll of linen, wrapped it around her chest, squeezing and squeezing, squeezing and binding the two slightly raised hills.

Then, Asana used a linen-sewn cloth to cover her slender and charming body, and then raised a full-body chain mail made of tens of thousands of iron rings connected to each other high above her head. The whole set on his beautiful body. The delicate shoulders firmly carried nearly 40 pounds of chain armor.

Then, the girl took out a studded leather armor inlaid with solid iron pieces from the closet, such as the chest and abdomen, and dressed it skillfully on the outside of the lock armor. Finally, he put on an iron helmet on his braided head, picked up a heavy hard-headed hammer and a huge wooden tower shield in both hands, and the whole person was considered to be armed.

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The heavily armed female soldier gently pushed open the door, followed the rotating wooden spiral staircase, and slowly walked to the top of the fortress tower. The whole body was bathed in the warm and bright sunlight at dawn.

She slowly bowed towards the place where the sun rose, stroking the double-circle cross mark of the god of punishment piously on her cheek, and silently began to meditate, preparing for the magical arts that can be performed today.

In this world, professionals can observe the functions and attributes of their bodies through meditation. Some fighters and killers may not use this function. But casters of divine and arcane spells repeat this step almost every day. No, the small characters written in common language densely appeared in the mind of the barbarian girl.

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Name: Asana Level: Level 9 (Level 8 Priest Level 1 Warrior)

Protection field, power field.

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Strength: 14 (2)

Agility: 12 (1)

Physique: 14 (2)

Intelligence: 8 (0)

Perception: 18 (4)

Charm: 14 (2)

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Health: 67

Defense level: 24 (10 5 chain armor, 3 studded leather armor, 1 iron helmet, 4 tower shield, 1 agility), contact:, flat-footed: 23.

First strike adjustment: 1

Basic attack bonus: 7/1,

Heavy hard-headed hammer 10 attacks (7 basic attacks, 2 power adjustments, 1 deity preference), damage 1d8 2, heavy hit*2

Grappling: 9

Speed: 15 feet

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Well, it's time to choose today's divine art. As an 8th-level priest, Asana has already touched the 4th ring field. He was superbly [healing fatal wounds], and I don't know how many of his fellow robes were snapped out of Death's mouth alive. Among them, even the new king of the Eastern Goths.

Unfortunately, on the day the old king died, she was responsible for guarding the rear and protecting the civilians. It is said that the enemy is an incredible settlement of goblins. Tens of thousands of muddy and stupid goblins shook their ugly big noses, surrounded by thousands of hobgoblins armed to their teeth, and swept over hundreds of heads. Under the commander of the bear goblin with a mace, it was like a filthy and stinking stormy sea, madly impacting the area of ​​Belekop. Attempt to break into the new home of the barbarians.

In that battle, King Visimiris took a full 10,000 brave and fearless barbarian soldiers. He wears an Eastern Gothic witchcraft crown and a steel scale armor forged by the Romans. Wield a two-handed axe, sing an impassioned horror battle song, and take the lead and fight on the forefront of the battlefield! Each of his lyrics can make the soldiers around him more brave and fearless! Furiously shouting! Every axe can also splash the blood of those damn monsters! All limbs fly!

The war lasted for a full day and night, the Ostrogoths became more tired, and the old king's loud war hymn became more and more dull and dry. But the army of goblins is endless like the Black Sea, with no end in sight!

In despair, the old king assembled his most powerful barbarians and warriors. Formed into a sharp sharp knife, in the waves of thousands of ugly and dirty goblins, smashed a bloody path regardless of the cost. Rushing in front of the headed bear goblin, he chopped off its huge and ugly head, and the monsters without a head immediately fled in all directions. But the exhausted old king was also killed by angry hobgoblins. Cut off his head as a trophy, together with the witchcraft crown on it, fled into the vast snowy plains of the north.

Later, the Ostrogoths built this wooden fortress on the battlefield in the name of their heroic kings to protect the entire peninsula.

I don't know how long it took. Asana, who had a little bit of choice difficulty, finally ended the dawn meditation, and slowly opened a pair of bright apricot eyes-a bear wearing black wolf skin and an eagle squatting on his shoulders. The big man, sitting awkwardly in front of her eyes! Shocked her a lot!

"Augs?" The barbarian girl instantly recovered her calm. "When did you come back?"

"When you first started to meditate, I arrived. Interrupting the caster to meditate is a big taboo. I can't help it. I have to wait here." The druid yawned greatly and stayed up all night. He was exhausted to the extreme. "Sorry, I failed to kill the pale Centaur scout. Hundreds of stalwart soldiers rescued him."

"You mean... there is another Ma clan approaching here? How close are they to the fortress!" General Asana frowned, listening to the bad news brought back by the druid.

"Yes, General, here's another one." Augus stroked the hideous scars on his love eagle's claws heartily. He sighed deeply, "Leaving the Gretinian Peninsula, walking about 26 kilometers northwest, they were stationed in the woods. I observed for a long time, they were about 1,200 people. Please prepare the army early. , Vichymiris Fortress, will suffer the impact of these monsters at any time."

"Only 26 kilometers?! It's too close... Alas, misfortunes never come singly." Asana frowned and sighed sadly. "I will send a messenger to request reinforcements from the king. Send my order! All the members of the fortress are ready for war! All cavalry scouts outside, all retreat to the fortress! The craftsmen should pay attention to repairing the damaged walls! The number of guards has tripled for me, No! Triple!"

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Chapter Thirteen: Abnormal Talents

The horrible hoarfrost once again swept Painhurs' dreams. This time, he dreamed that he was standing under a towering snow-capped mountain, a terrifying avalanche, like a silver stormy wave. Sweep the world along the curve of the mountain! The surging pale wave swallowed and drowned myself in an instant, and the heavy snow made me almost unable to breathe——

The pale white horse was awakened by the nightmare in an instant. He was covered with cold sweat, panting in shock, and soon Painhes discovered the source of the nightmare-the rouge horse, slanting on him! The smooth, soft, blood-colored coat pressed tightly against his sturdy pale horse. The soft and graceful waist turned ninety degrees to the right, and it stuck to himself. The slender and white jade arms tenderly embraced his human body, and his left arm was trapped in two full and tender snow peaks, unable to move.

This sexy feel is indeed very fascinating, but the centaur generally weighs 2000 pounds and starts! Although Christina looks like a soft girl on the surface, their flesh and blood density is not at the same level as humans! ! !

Painhurs drew four pale horse hooves that were almost numb from under the chief's carmine-colored elegant horse. On the other side of the house, the black-skinned bard had woken up long ago, with her smooth and dark left hand, gently stroking a gentle ewe. With his right hand, he used the skull of the orc as a water container, drinking the fresh goat's milk that had just been squeezed out, and smilingly looked at the pale white horse's embarrassment.

"By the way, even though you were tricky, you still defeated Luga, who is a fifth-level fighter. Penhess, what class are you, and what level is it?" Christian drank the thing in the cup. After all, he licked the white liquid sticking to his lips contentedly, and after showing off a [Speaking Language] casually, he asked quite curiously. "Introduce myself, I am a sixth-level bard."

Occupation, level. It's something that I don't understand again. If you talk too much, you will lose, so Painhurs chose to show a confused expression, let the other party go to the brain to make up a reasonable explanation.

"No, that clan didn't even teach you the most basic class level? Or, you little wild horse, just forgot about it?" The petite black mare let out a helpless sigh. On the dark and smooth skin, a pair of strange bloody eyes flashed suspicious sparks. "Okay! I will teach you again. Close your eyes and start meditating in your mind! Then you will be able to see the true power of your own."

"Meditation? What is that?" Painhurs asked strangely.

"Close your eyes and let yourself go. You can try a few times and find the feeling." Christian rolled his eyes and placed the orc skull under the ewe. With his dexterous hands, he skilfully pushed the ewe full of milk. **, squeeze a big bowl of hot milky white liquid again. "Ah, the igloo is so warm, I don't want to go out anymore, you want a bowl."

"No... Is it really okay for you to drink it raw like this, there will be a lot of bacteria in it." Painhurs rejected the other's kindness. "The streams in the wild, the milk of livestock, must be boiled before drinking. This will kill most of the bacteria lurking in the water."

"Really? You wild child knows a lot about inexplicable knowledge. But in the hundred years of human history, everyone just drank it directly." Christian kissed the vessel made of skull without caring. On the edge, gently sip the goat's milk. "Meditate quickly and don't divert the subject."

"...Let's do it with you." Painhurs shook his head speechlessly. Silently closed his eyes, trying to vacate himself, and after a while, countless tadpole-sized universal characters appeared densely in his mind.

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Name: Painhurs Level: Level 7 (Level 6 Monster Level 1 Warlock)

Centaur: extra 8 strength, 4 agility, 4 physique, 2 perception -2 intelligence (human soul does not reduce intelligence)

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Agility: 20 (5)

Physique: 16 (3)

Intelligence: 12 (1)

Perception: 10 (0)

Charm: 16 (3) (4 level 1)

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Health: 48 (4D8 1D4 15)

Defense level: 17 (10 3 natural 5 agility adjustment value -1 large size), contact 14, flat-footed 15

First attack adjustment: 5 (5 agility adjustment value)

Basic attack bonus: 4.

Horseshoe 4 attacks, damage 1D6 6.

Long sword 9 attacks (4 basic attacks, 6 strength adjustments-1 size), damage 2D6 6, heavy hits 19-20/*2.

The compound longbow has 8 attacks (4 basic attacks, 5 agility adjustments-1 size), damages 2D6, 6 heavy blows*3, and has a range of 600 feet.

Grappling 14 (4 basic attacks 4 general size 6 power adjustments)

Speed: 65 feet

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Fortitude Save 4 (3 Constitution modifier 0 Warlock 1 Centaur)

Reflex save 9 (5 agility modifier 0 warlock 4 man horse)

Will save 6 (0 Wisdom modifier 2 Warlock 4 Centaur)

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[Good at simple weapons] [good at military weapons] [short range shooting] [long range shooting] [precision shooting] [mobile shooting] [charge] [flying]

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Ring 0 DC: 13. Frozen ray, communication, wizard's hand, magic trick (can be used 5 times a day)

1 ring DC: 14. Touch of the cold, the first to defeat the enemy (can be used 4 times a day)

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"What the hell!" Painhurs widened his eyes, dark and dark like an abyss. When seeing his attributes at first glance, the pale white horse found that this was based on the rule template of the DND game. He was full of joy when he found his strength and agility at 20. This attribute is so strong that it explodes! But... But, why is your profession a warlock? ! And the charm is only 15?

Who's the card? ! Choose a warlock with such explosive power? ! how? Don't want to use the crossbow to be a jerk player in the early stage? So Limin add some points? Also, the above is clearly written, I know six magic skills, but you tell me how to use it!

"See your own attributes?" Christian contentedly rubbed the lower body of the horse that had been supportive last night. Sinful hands stretched out to the innocent-looking docile ewe again, and picked up the third bowl of goat's milk this morning.

Well, after all, the size is there, and the energy consumed by the horses while fighting bravely is also not a small number.

"Well, I saw that I am a warlock with 20 agility." Painhurs said blankly.

"Puff—" Christian sprayed a mouthful of goat milk onto the wool carpet. She blinked with a pair of ruby-like red eyes, and looked at the pale white horse in disbelief. "No, your strength and agility attributes, even among adult horses, can be considered first-rate, and a compound longbow with one hand is superb. But...you tell me you are a warlock. How did you choose your career???"

"I have never chosen a career!" Painhurs scratched his scalp frantically. This result also made him extremely crazy.

"That's right, the profession of warlock is not the same as the others." The well-informed bard frowned. "Most occupations such as warriors require years of diligent study and practice before they can be successfully obtained. Mage needs a large number of excellent educational resources. But the profession of warlock is the result of a sudden awakening of magic talent hidden in the bloodline. You are in the wilderness. Living alone for many years, it is impossible for someone to teach you... By the way, have you subconsciously cast strange spells?"

"Yes. But I don't know how to use this power at all." Painhurs frowned. A few days ago, when I was fighting with that black wolf, countless blue smoke did emanate from my pores, like countless phantom and misty snakes, tightly wrapped around my wrist, deprived of it. Most of the life energy of the beast saved his life.

Wait, if you say that your attribute panel is based on the DND rules... Then the spell is not a part of the necromantic spell [Cold Touch]!

"Don't look at me expectantly. I'm a bard, and there is no arcane profession such as a wizard or sorcerer in the clan. No one can teach you how to play a sorcerer's spell." Christian bent down his slender waist. Wipe the milky white stains on the wool carpet. "However, we are all talented people! Our magical power does not come from the diligent study and hard training of the warriors, let alone the hard study and study of nerds, but from our own heart and soul. Inborn, a powerful talent far beyond mortals! Little Mustang, I am very optimistic about you."

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to be a warlock in Peinhes! There is another spellcaster in the clan!" Christina was also talking noisily between the two, slowly waking up. Came to Painhurs' side briskly, and embraced his shoulders with joy.

"Well, but he is a spellcaster who doesn't understand his power at all." Christian spit out speechlessly. "Chief, you should use him as a predator who comes and goes like wind, oh, given this guy's language barrier, he may not be able to hunt with us."

Chapter 14: The Goblin Trade

With the brilliant sunrise that slowly rose in the east, the Blood Fury clan was also bathed in the cold and soft golden sunlight, and began a new day of life. Thanks to the construction of an igloo yesterday, the men and horses almost swept away the thick snow outside the forest, exposing large patches of squashed frozen pasture.

The petite Christian, with the leader of the predators, Kuronia, with five druids, fifty predators, fifty horse warriors, and three hundred clan herders, assisted by more than two hundred Caucasian dogs Below, drove the livestock, grazing more than 40,000 severely fattened cattle, sheep and horses on the huge Ukrainian grasslands. More than 40,000 clusters of white sheep huddled together, almost covering the bluish-yellow dry pasture under their feet, and merged with the snowy field that could not be seen at the end.

These livestock are the last resources for the survival of the clan. Therefore, the chief sent most of the clan, and even half of the spellcasters within the clan, to protect the herdsmen's grazing work. The few elite predators who reached level 4 and the druids wrapped in vines also sent their eagle partners to soar above the cold blue sky, vigilantly investigating the intelligence around them. In case there are humans or monsters driven to a dead end by this horrible hoarfrost, come to plunder the valuable possessions of the clan.

Of course, if they detect other weak herders, the people will not mind looting their livestock and supplies. The weak and the strong eat, this is only nature's most basic and cruel survival law.

The remaining one hundred and ten predators, and more than one hundred clan herders, each carrying four packs of flint arrows and bulging animal skin quivers, in groups of three or five, scattered in all directions, surveying While in the nearby pastures, we will also track and hunt nearby beasts by the way to see if we can add more nutritious meat to the menu tonight.

And the last fifty horse warriors and fifty heavy armors wearing chain mail and holding two-handed axe were responsible for the security of the camp. They patrolled nervously around the camp. Protect the remaining more than one hundred older elders in the camp, or pregnant mares: under the leadership of Chief Christina, they take care of the big and small affairs in the camp.

Some people teach more than 400 ponies to read and write, bow and archery. Some people are using long, sturdy wooden branches and sharp small flints to make straight arrow shafts and sharp arrow clusters. On the other hand, the rouge-colored centaur chief cut and sews a brand new wool waistcoat for Pain Hess with the male sheep skin left over from the last night.

As the days passed, Painhurs gradually got used to this simple and simple nomadic life. Under the strong request of the chief, he temporarily did not participate in any hunting and grazing activities, and received intensive teaching exercises from the lingua franca teacher all day, even if he was not in the classroom, sister Christina and other people of the horse tribe would kindly force him. The pale white horse had a lot of spoken conversations with himself.

After half a month, Painhes, who was dizzy and dizzy, was able to use lingua franca to have normal daily conversations with the people of the tribe. Of course, he only knows how to speak, and literacy needs to continue to study hard. As for the sorcerer's spell...still no progress.

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Unknowingly, the Bloodfury clan ushered in the sixteenth icy morning on this strange land. The black-skinned bard, and the leader of the predator Kuronia once again brought most of it. The soldiers went out herding sheep. The nearby pasture was almost eaten up by the sheep. They had to drive the sheep farther away from the camp.

It happened that yesterday when the predators were hunting the deer, they accidentally found a large piece of very fertile grassland near the woods in the south. After a few days of keeping it well, the fat lost by the cattle and sheep on the migration road should be able to grow back.

"It seems that what Painhurs said is true. As we get closer to the south, the climate will become warmer and wetter." The strong and robust Curonia gently stroked the compound longbow in his hand, cynically speaking. "It would be great if we could really reach the [Crimean peninsula] in his mouth, which is rich in water and grass. Let me say, isn't it just a group of wooden fortresses built by humans! A few rounds of rockets go down, and then a group of people charge thing!"

"Don't even think about it, our combat power is not enough to break down that wooden fortress." A brown centaur with both arms wrapped around emerald vines interrupted the illusion of the predator leader. "A few days ago, I turned into a crow and looked at the wooden fortress in his mouth. The pine wood wall is about 18 feet high and 6 feet wide. The surface is also covered with a thick layer of solidified mud. You can give up the fire attack. I thought about it. At the foot of the city wall, there are densely packed wooden horses. Even if you charge in a swarm, even if you are looking for death! Even if our combat power is doubled, you will also hit the head and bloodshed in front of the human fortress. completely annihilated."

"You are too conservative! I don't believe it! One day, Lao Tzu will... Wait, why is my eagle back?" Curonia argued unconvincingly. But he was not finished yet, a huge black eagle with a wingspan of nearly 8 feet, flapping its vigorous jet black wings, landed precisely on the left arm of the horse and horse tied with brown leather armor.

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The leader of the predator immediately made a mysterious gesture with his right hand, and cast an [Animal Talking Art] on himself. I heard shocking words from my animal companion.

"East, countless, green, little monster. Approaching fast!"

"Agner! Go and inform Christian! I will take the predator over to see!" Couronia's unruly face suddenly became extremely solemn and dignified. "Agna! Go and tell Christian! I'll take the predator over to see!" Couronia's unruly face suddenly became extremely solemn. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? With a beckon, the fifty-odd predator immediately drew the bow and arrow behind him, and recalled his animal companions. Following the steps of their boss, they galloped eastward like a roaring wind. In a short while, a hundred ugly little green things came into the eyes of the horses: a short body, wide and sharp ears, a big ugly nose, and a pair of dim and dark pupils: this is one. Goblin community.

However, these goblins are already hungry and skinny. On the filthy and stinking chest, countless pairs of small ribs are clearly visible, and the limbs are like small withered and decayed branches, which can be completely blown off by a gust of wind. What's even more strange is that these nearly a hundred goblins did not carry any livestock or pack animals. They did not wear any weapons or armor on their skinny bodies. They did not appear to be migrating herders or looting. Robbers of livestock. This strange scene. Can not help leaving more than thirty predators into confusion.

"Don't let go! Don't let go! We're here to trade!" Seeing more than 30 terrifying men and horses who are more than twice as tall as their own, they pointed sharp arrows at their heads, and they were hungry one by one. The skeleton goblins were so frightened that they shouted hoarsely in lingua franca.

"You goblins look starving to death, what can you do? Volunteer to become our slaves to exchange for a bowl of rice?" Kuronia said with contempt. The curved bow drawn into the full moon in his hand was slowly released because of arrogance.

"Gold! We have countless golden human gold coins! We are willing to buy some sheep belly at five times, no, ten times the price!" The leading goblin dragged the body that he described as withered, and pulled out tremblingly. A pack of animal skins throws dozens of Sudlers gold coins on the white snowy field. "This is a deposit! As long as you give us some lactating ewes and let us survive this cold winter, we will tell you where the clan's treasure is buried! Powerful people!"

"Joke! Livestock these years are more valuable than precious metals! Not to mention the milk-producing ewe!" Kuronia said with a sneer. "Our life is also very tight, not to sell!"

After hearing the voice of refusal, the group of goblins who were about to starve to death suddenly heard pitiful wailing voices, and the pairs of small pupils also exuded a dim look of despair.

"We have iron ore too!" the goblin elder wailed loudly in a statement almost begging. "You can use it to forge strong armor, sharp arrow clusters, and arm more warriors!"

"Without that condition, the furnace is too heavy and we have long been thrown on the migration road. The pastures around here won't last for a few weeks, and we will continue to migrate sooner or later. Now, iron ore can only add to our burden." Ku Ronya waved his hand in disdain.

"Magic items! We have magic items in our hands! As long as we can live! We are willing to give you all the treasures!" After being rejected twice in a row, the goblin elder seemed to be forced to the edge of the cliff. He gritted his teeth hard, especially Screamed desperately.

"Huh?" Curonia raised her eyebrows in surprise. This group of goblins who are about to starve to death, actually have an extremely rare [magic item] in their hands? When I was a child, I used to listen to a bard telling a fairy tale, to the effect of a greedy rich man, starving to death on his mountain of gold coins. Didn't expect such a stupid person to meet in the real world? ? ?

See you for a long time, see you for a long time.

"We used to be a powerful goblin kingdom! A thousand miles in size! With millions of armors! But half a year ago, it was defeated by humans! The invincible chief bear goblin was also cut off by the human king! The people were scattered like duckweed in the rain. Wandering! And I! I am the Chief's advisor! Now only I know where his treasure is buried! Where did he accumulate wealth for many years, a large number of gold coins are like a stream, gurgling in countless groups of precious and exotic treasures. Between the mountains!" Seeing the suspicious look of the horses and horses in front of them, the old goblin immediately composes a story that is not true or false, trying to win the trust of the predator leader in front of him.

"Okay." Kuronia gave a greedy smile, looked at each other, and nodded tacitly. After more than fifty predators pulled the compound longbow into a terrifying full moon again. The sharp flint arrow pointed firmly at the forehead of the goblin elder. "I also propose a deal! You have to use the gold coins, iron ore, and magic items you said to redeem your poor life! How?! If the things are in good condition, I will consider giving you some rams. Yes! You can also drink its [milk] to survive! Hahaha!"

Chapter 15: Produced by Far East, Shocking

In the dark dense forest near the ranch, there are densely hidden countless pairs of evil eyes twisted by hatred. They stared at the more than 40,000 cattle, sheep and horses on the ranch, and they showed covetous and greedy eyes.

"Head! Head!" a malnourished goblin said ecstatically, carefully walking through the thorny jungle. "Chief! Ggri and they became--"

"Speak down! The monsters like centaur are very alert! I have planned for several days in order to ambush them! Finally, with a more fertile pasture, the half-man and half-horse guys were seduced here!" A huge bear The goblin slapped the face of the thin scout with a slap. The goblin's huge and ugly green nose was directly broken and bent by the huge force of the bear's claws, and pressed tightly on his own filthy and thin cheeks. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

The huge rough palm, while preventing the goblin from speaking, also blocked the opponent's breathing by the way.

"Next time, I will shoot your brain directly! Let's talk, what's the matter!" The bear goblin nervously observed the changes of the horse herders. After a while, they confirmed that they did not find any abnormalities here. With a long sigh of relief, he lifted his huge palm from the face of the goblin who was almost suffocated.

"Call - call -" Goblin Scout alarmed righting his nose, breathing, breathing the cold air returning to the TV drama, some weak when it comes. "Ge-Ge Ge, they succeeded, the greedy centaurs and predators, as well as the birds hovering in the sky, were all deceived by him to false treasures!"

"Haha! Very good! Three days ago, we met a group of goblin clan and chiefs of the Barbarian Claw clan who migrated from the Far East, but from them we bought a group of extremely rare Eastern armaments! Using these weapons, the clan You will be able to defeat these powerful men and horses! The little ones! Ready to get on! Kill all the men and horses! Grab their livestock!" The bear goblin twitched his huge bear nose greedily, spitting out two moist white mists.

The Barbarian Claws have been driven to a dead end by Winter in the North and the Eastern Goths in the South. If you want to survive, you must kill most of the goblins in the clan and reduce the number of mouths to eat. Or just grab someone else's food.

Obviously, the Barbarian Claw clan chose the latter.

"kill!!!"

Accompanied by the sky-shaking roar, thousands of goblins wearing ragged animal skins, holding a skinned wooden shield in their left hand, and wielding short spears, axes, daggers, and even sticks in their right hands, look like a scumbag. The dirty tide rushed out of the dark dense forest, and slayed viciously in the direction of the Bloodfury clan!

"Goblin?!" After a brief surprise, the horse herder closest to the dirty wave quickly pulled out the horn made of horns around his waist, and spread its high-pitched and shrill voice throughout the pasture! ! !

"Woo! Woo! Woo—"

"Two short horns and one long? Enemy attack!"

"The horn is so close! Where is Curonia? What does his predator scout eat? Let the enemy touch such a close place?"

"Skerritt is on! Lots of goblins!!!"

After the initial panic, the Bloodfury clan immediately began to act in an orderly manner. More than one hundred herders, with more than two hundred Caucasian dogs, quickly protected and moved the sheep to keep them away from the battlefield.

The fifty heroic warriors headed by Luga led more than two hundred clans and herders, shouting wildly in the great name of the god of nature and community, while running forward, bending bows and arrows, they were born with strange power and compound strength. With the cooperation of the bow, the sharp feather arrows shot by the centaurs have undergone a qualitative change! They are like countless banshees, screaming and cutting through the cold air, directly piercing and tearing the fragile skin of the goblins, and nailing their malnourished thin bodies to the snow or tree trunks. on. One after the other, two hideous scarlet waves splashed at the same time!

"We also have long-range weapons! Fight back! Fight back!" Some stupid goblins. Wielding the crude and inferior wooden javelin in his hand, he threw it in the direction of the horse-but the distance between the two sides was too far, and the throwing skills of the goblins were too clumsy. More than eighty wooden javelins were sparse. He plunged into the snow more than 50 feet in front of Luga, and the amused people laughed.

The centaur warrior who rushed to the front again bent his bow and set his arrows, just like hunting. After shooting more goblins that he disliked, he hung the compound longbow on the horse's back and took out a layer of leather with his backhand. Under the cover of the rain of arrows from more than two hundred clans and herders, the wooden shield and a three-meter-long spear with a wooden handle rushed towards the filthy and muddy infantry wave of the goblin!

"It's now!!!" The bear goblin who was still hiding in the jungle roared excitedly. Under his order, forty goblins in a group of two, carrying twenty bear goblins from the Far East clan, spent a lot of money to buy, the long-winded rhubarb crossbow, moved to the edge of the forest, facing Luga, who rushed to the front, pulled the trigger!

"Pouch!!"

After hearing the screaming sound of the crossbow arrow that pierced the air, Luga quickly raised the wooden shield in his left hand, protecting his heart and neck. That's the case, the terrifying crossbow arrows that roared out easily shredded the sturdy shield forged from pine wood, and the smooth animal skin on its surface, and flew past Luga's left shoulder!

Fortunately, the goblins have not received the shooting training of such military heavy crossbows. They shot half of the arrows missed, and the remaining half were also avoided by the battle-tested troops. But there are still four powerful fighters torn their flesh and armor by crossbow arrows. The painful entire face was covered with beads of sweat! I didn't let out a miserable wailing by holding on.

An unlucky ghost shot an arrow in the head, he didn't even hum, fell directly to the ground, and died tragically in his own pool of blood!

"Hahaha! Little ones! Clamp them here! The wolf cavalry is dispatched! Chasing and killing the fleeing men and horses! These wolves purchased from the Far Eastern clan have far more endurance and speed than ordinary prairie wolves!" Laughed loudly.

Under his order, the last goblin army was also thrown into the battlefield. The equipment of these 100 goblins is very sophisticated compared to the same robe, and everyone wears a simple leather armor. Holding a small wooden shield and short spear.

And under the goblin's crotch, the hundred "wolves" brought from the Far East are also monsters living in the grasslands of Eastern Europe. They have never seen a new breed: they are huge in size and healthy. The eyes are as blue as a lake, and the fur on the abdomen and limbs are as pale as snowflakes, but the hair on the back and forehead is pure black.

The most important thing is that these wolves, which originated in the Far East and have never seen before, are extremely energetic! Carrying the goblins to run for dozens of kilometers, you can still enjoy all kinds of fun!

"Why don't you release arrows!" The bear goblin who watched the wolf cavalry Sayazi go away, suddenly felt something was wrong, why didn't the twenty rhubarb crossbows fired?

"Head! This string is too tight! We can't open it!" Forty goblins were crying, their faces blushed, but they still couldn't open the heavy crossbow! "The profiteer lied to us! What powerful weapon that the weakest slave can use? Fart!"

"What?" the bear goblin roared in disbelief. He suddenly remembered that the businessman probably seemed to have only let himself test an arrow to verify his power, and he didn't mention the winding thing at all! The products sold to the clan are all well-winded products. At that time, a bunch of bear goblins exclaimed its power, and forgot about it...

"Grass! I was deceived by that profiteer!" The bear goblin tickled his teeth in hatred, and at the same time looked at the group of wolf cavalry who had run away in horror. "Those black and white evil wolves do not have any side effects..."