Demon Lord

Late at night, inside the Bada tribe's resident.

Although it was the beginning of autumn at this time, there had already been two or three snowfalls on the glacier plain. In the howling wind, Luo Di's team temporarily found a low slope to get together for heating. Because the temperature was too low, even before the bonfire, the soldiers were freezing and stomping their feet. Fortunately, Rody was well prepared, and the thickened cloak and specially purchased cold medicine were enough to ensure that the soldiers would not die due to the low temperature. out of combat.

After arriving at the station, Rody didn't enter the village immediately. At this time, the team rested here temporarily, just to wait for the reply from the tribal leader.

The young Erwin has not yet had the right to bring a team of hundreds of people into the village. Rody understands this, but he also has some worries in his heart: everything in front of him deviates from expectations, whether his plan can go ahead , seems to have become an unknown.

Wearing a heavy cloak, the snow was creaked by Rody's stepping on it. He looked at the faint houses in the distance, feeling a little depressed for no reason.

The feeling of being out of control...is really annoying.

*****

At the same time, in the largest round stone house in Bada Village, Erwin was standing on the edge of the house, frowning, enduring the reprimand from the tribal leader in front of him...

Intruded into the territory of the snow monster without authorization, and the team almost suffered losses because of it. You still have reason to beat your subordinates? Have you heard what I said?!

The middle-aged man named Avala yelled at Erwin, his head was buzzing with a loud voice, but the young man was not convinced at all, and replied with a stiff neck: The original hunting area can no longer be found. It's food, I have to go farther to find it! What do you want me to do?

Then what did you find? Huh? Come back empty-handed and have the guts to answer in front of me?

Avala's cheeks flushed because of anger, some were because of Erwin talking back, more... it was because what the other party said was correct: the hunting area of ​​the Bada tribe has been gradually invaded by snow monsters, and hunting without results has become the norm , if this continues, even the best hunters will probably return empty-handed.

But both of them didn't think that they were wrong, so they just stalemate.

As the leader of the tribe, Avala's stature is comparable to Erwin's, but he is nearly fifty years old with gray hair, and his biggest feature is the hideous scar on his face - his blind left eye is gray , when he raised his eyes, there was an intimidating aura.

I did not bring back food, but I brought back this procession from the other side of the mountain! Their chief spoke to me,

And willing to help!

Erwin reached out and took out a scimitar attached to his waist--This is the weapon they use. The leader named Rody said that if you use this weapon, killing the snow monster is absolutely easy!

The current level of the barbarians can only use pig iron, and most of them are shoddy cooking utensils, and they don't have the level of craftsmanship to make metal swords. At this time, the weapon Elvin took out was the most common standard scimitar of the Karen Kingdom, but as a natural fighter, Avala could see the power of this weapon at a glance...

He reached out to pick up the scimitar, and just swung it, and the wooden chair next to it split into two halves with a click!

Ordinary people who haven't been trained can't do this at all, but the barbarians are natural fighters, and they can master the knack of using the scimitar almost instantly.

Looking at the shattered wooden chair on the ground, Avala's only remaining eye narrowed... He raised the blade and looked carefully, and the scimitar, which could barely see the crack, still had that stern aura.

The atmosphere in the room changed slightly, Avala's hand holding the scimitar trembled slightly, his eyes flickered, and he was fixed there in a daze.

Young Erwin could guess what the tribal leader was thinking.

Ten years ago, Avala almost died in a battle with a snow monster—that time he and four companions encountered three snow monsters on the ice field. After a bloody fight, all his companions were killed, while he Then Shengsheng cut a bloody path with a stone ax...

At that time, Avala was cut open in the abdomen and blinded in one eye. When he walked outside the village, he fell directly into the snow due to excessive blood loss. Later, he survived with tenacious vitality. .

As a result, he was respected by everyone in the tribe, and eventually became the leader of the Bada tribe.

But what puzzled Erwin was... Avala was famous for the battle with the snow monster, but since then, his attitude towards the snow monster has been extremely negative——when he became the leader of the tribe , He actually issued a death order: If any hunter encounters a snow monster, he must choose to avoid it and try his best to preserve his vitality.

The barbarians are hot-tempered, but it does not mean that they are all desperadoes. Avala's starting point is not wrong: he wants the people under his command to avoid casualties, and believes that only when the population of the tribe increases, will there be capital to go to war in the future. Take on those ferocious yeti monsters.

So this order has been obeyed for ten years, and now, although the population of the Bada tribe has increased a lot, no one would think of fighting head-on when facing the snow monster.

They were not afraid of the snow monsters at first, but after hiding, their inner thoughts gradually changed--soldiers should never be timid to fight, because once dodging becomes a habit... the lost fighting spirit is not a few. A command can be rebuilt.

In today's Bada tribe, only young fighters like Erwin maintain the desire to challenge and kill the snow monsters, while those old hunters who have been following the rules for ten years have long since lost their connection with them. The snow monster is desperately bloody.

Avala stood there contemplating for a long time, holding the scimitar and observed several times. After nearly three minutes, he asked aloud: How many people are there? What did they say?

Erwin answered truthfully, but he didn't mention the encounter with the snow monster on the road. Avala thought for a while and raised the scimitar in his hand: The leader named Rody said he would give this weapon to you?

No, he just said that if we would give them proper resting areas and food, they would be willing to trade these weapons.

The young man didn't notice the light in Avala's eyes, and continued on his own: The leader also said that he carried a lot of similar weapons this time, enough to arm all the hunters in the tribe.

You finally did a good job.

Avala seemed to lose his previous anger in an instant. He patted Elson on the shoulder, Let's go back and rest first.

That... I don't have to go find them?

No, I'll just let someone notify them.

Erwin rubbed his head. He thought he would continue to quarrel, but the matter seemed to be going smoothly unexpectedly. After much deliberation, there was nothing to say, so he turned his head and left.

And when there was only Avala left in the room, the barbarian leader lowered his head and stroked the edge of the scimitar with his fingers, whispering to himself: If all the food is provided to you... then the people of Bada will eat what?

*****

When midnight was approaching, Roddy finally waited for a reply.

However, the person who came was no longer the energetic Erwin, but an old soldier about forty years old. The other party spoke in a low voice. After the two men gestured for a long time, Rody finally understood the meaning of the other party: You mean, Shall we go to the col on the other side of the village?

That's what the leader of Avala said. The village migrated from there before, leaving behind a lot of houses that can keep warm.

This result was not unexpected. Roddy couldn't think of the reason for the opponent's refusal, so after expressing his gratitude at this time, he immediately asked Suo Deluoer to lead the team to transfer, and strive to get there as soon as possible.

Although the cloak is thicker and heavier, no one can withstand the temperature of minus 20 to 30 degrees for a long time, and those thin tents are not as warm as the barbarian houses. Soderol understands this truth, but he still asks more questions Abandoned building? Is there a problem there?

What difference can there be in the snow? The distance is less than four kilometers. The soldiers are terribly cold. Let's go there early and feel at ease.

Now that Rody had spoken, he stopped talking and turned his head to let the soldiers pack the tents.

Nata, don't forget to drink the anti-cold potion, don't hold back in such an environment.

Seeing that her lips were turning purple from the cold, Rody hurriedly handed over the potion bottle, then turned his head to help Akasha fasten the hood strap: Just hold on for a while, let's go there as soon as possible.

There won't be snow monsters over there?

Akasha had a deep memory of what happened during the day, so she couldn't help being a little worried at this time.

The snow monster won't get close to the barbarian territory. Besides, our troops are still afraid of the snow monster? Rody was confident about this.

[Two things: Today is the anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre. We have not experienced that period of history, but we all understand what that period of history means. Don’t forget the national humiliation, strive for self-improvement, strengthening the country is not just shouting slogans, starting from yourself is the first. Fortunately, after graduation, the country has deducted a lot of taxes from the manuscript fee, and now I can shout more forcefully.

Another thing is about the recent state. I really feel brain exhausted these days, my code words are always distracted, my memory is beginning to decline, and I even always drive on the wrong road. After writing a book for more than three years, I felt powerless for the first time. In the past two days, I considered taking a three-to-five-day long vacation to relax completely, because if I continue to write like this, I think this book will be ruined.

Of course, this is just an idea, and it hasn't been decided yet. Maybe the state will recover when I wake up tomorrow. 】 ()