Wolf King

Chapter 110 Survivor Tribe

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

The average daily temperature rising to over ten degrees makes this piece of permafrost covered with ice and snow for more than half a year, green surface vegetation emerge. The vigorous centaur warriors stepped through the green space, looked back and held up the beasts. The longbow made of the spine and the tough vine bark made a dull sound, and a big bird hiding in the treetops fell to the ground.

The centaur trotted forward to pick up the prey, retracted the feathered arrows, and just tied the prey to the horse when he heard crisp whistling sounds coming from south to north.

The centaur warrior looked up and saw the snow bird of the snow elf, turned away immediately, and quickly disappeared among the jagged rocks.

After a while, a group of snow elf warriors came from the direction where the snow bird flew. The sergeant at the head was a beautiful female elf with a cold expression. Her helmet was tied around her waist, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Looking at the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance, he raised his hand to fan the wind, and sighed: "Finally, we are almost home."

"Yeah, 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 was so uncomfortable for me."

Sergeant Yarlin took out the water bottle and took a sip of water, then handed the water bottle to his companions: "Sergeant, are we the last group to evacuate?"

"Yes, the other legions have been evacuated last month." Sergeant Selina raised her hand to comb back the hair that fell on her forehead, and let out a light breath, "My family is not used to the climate outside the snow-capped mountains. It's up to the forest elves to monitor the royal court of the Tiger Clan."

"The forest elves always feel that something is wrong..." Yarlin frowned, "This time the soldiers from Stephens entered the royal court, replacing the troops from Ananas last year. How do you think... Her Majesty looks like Are you worried about Anas?"

"Then it's not something we need to worry about." Sergeant Serena didn't care about this, "rest in place, and I'm going to go back to the snow mountain today."

"Yes, Sergeant."

The centaur warrior trotted all the way around the group of snow elves, making sure that his whereabouts would not be followed by anyone, then 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. No big tribe is interested in it, but it is unexpectedly suitable for weak small tribes to survive. .

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

"You're back, Searle!"

Purcell waved his hand, and the two cats retracted their heads. After a while, the door blocked by wooden boards opened from the inside.

Saier ran briskly into the door, and the two cats guarding the door ran up to untie the prey from his horse's back. One of them was missing a palm, and the other's left leg was shorter than the right leg, but The action was still very neat, and he chattered while slicing the prey: "Today the goblin dug up a lot of edible stalks in the south of the pine forest, the gray dwarf dug up a nest of rabbits, by the way, Ah Yi dragged back a bear just now! "

"Ah Yi?" Saier was surprised, "Can he move his right hand?"

"No, but the big bear can be defeated with only his left hand and teeth. The fighters of the snow wolf tribe are very powerful." The two cat tribes smiled happily.

"I'll go and see him." Saier handed the longbow to the cat tribe for maintenance, and walked to the tent made of wood and wool felt in the tribe.

The right shoulder of the snow werewolf Ayi was slumped, and his whole arm was hanging limply by his side. When Saier lowered his head and came in, he saw that he was using the sharp claws and teeth of his left hand to peel off the bear skin. A bloody mess.

"Don't be too reluctant, let the cat clan come." Saier stepped forward and looked at Ah Yi's shoulder, disapprovingly said, "Don't you still want to save your fellow clan, then you should take good care of yourself right."

Ah Yi shook his head silently, and continued to work on skinning.

Purcell stood for a while, seeing that the snow werewolf still had no intention of communicating, he lifted the curtain and walked out.This tribe is nothing more than a small tribe surviving on its last legs and making do with a partner. Physical disabilities and painful experiences that can destroy people's hearts can be seen everywhere. Sale doesn't have so much sympathy to pay special attention to a certain person.

"Sayle, Pacman."

In the tent next door, the old gray dwarf who was guarding the fire was holding a pottery bowl and handed it over. Both of his legs were missing below the knees, most of his face was scalded by molten iron, and he was blind in one eye.

"Are there enough bean seeds this year?" Sayre's horse knelt and knelt among the dry thatch, and began to chew the boiled beans with a slight salty taste.

"Enough, you only ate two bags of the beans you brought back from the tauren last year." Most of the old gray dwarves with necrotic facial muscles seemed to be trying to force a smile, and the rotten flesh around their lips was pulled a little hideously.

Searle nodded and said nothing more.

He finished the bowl of boiled beans in salt water, which was only provided to those who could hunt, and the people who went out to collect food came back one after another.

Five centaurs, one snow wolf clan, more than ten small cat clansmen, more than ten gray dwarves and about twenty goblins are all members of this survivor tribe.

All centaurs are soldiers, and they can more or less bring back prey. Goblins are good at gathering. Cat clan and gray dwarves can cooperate to hunt some small animals. When the summer, which the snow elves disliked, came, it was a rare happy time for this small tribe that was put together to have a full stomach.

More than 40 people sat around the open space in the tribe to share food. The severely disabled cats and gray dwarves were in charge of cooking, and those who were relatively complete or capable of hunting barely had a salty taste in their food, relying solely on others Those who feed are not so lucky, and there is no trace of taste in their mouths.

"Ah Yi." The cheetah, with a hideous scar on its cheek and only thumbs left on the palms of both hands, said to the only snow werewolf, "Just now we smelled the scent of snow wolves on the southern tidal flat, what do you want?" Don't go and have a look?"

Hajime, who was chewing meat, suddenly raised his head.

"The smell is very faint, as if it has been there for a while." The cheetah added.

Ah Yi stuffed the portion of food into his mouth in twos and stood up, looking eagerly at the cheetah.

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

"I'll go with you." Purcell's heart moved, and he got up.

In the past, the tiger clan, which only attacked centaurs, cat clans and alien races, began to attack the snow wolf clan. When Saier and his centaur clan picked up the snow werewolf Ah Yi, he felt that the grassland was heading towards him. With such a premonition, Saier, who was not very willing to contact the Snow Wolf Clan, also took the initiative.

The three of them set off immediately and ran towards the tidal flat more than ten kilometers south of the pine forest—this area is the only place where another big river on the grassland, the Brai River, must pass. kilometers of tidal flats.

When the climate gets warmer, migratory birds from the south, such as geese, red-crowned cranes, and swans, flock together to mate and lay eggs.

Naturally, the aborigines will not be shocked by such a magnificence that they are used to seeing. When the three of them rushed to the beach, they only felt that the birds were too noisy and the smell of guano was too strong. They needed to be very careful to find a large group of snow wolves traces left behind.

"It's my family, it's indeed my family..." Ah Yi lay on a relatively dry high ground and sniffed for a while, then suddenly jumped up excitedly, turned into a wolf body, and limped forward with three legs. He pursued in the direction he had determined.

"Come on my back." Purcell let the cheetah, which lacked two and a half palms on its forelimbs, sit on his horse, and followed closely behind the lame giant white-haired wolf.

This pursuit took half a day, and they ran for more than a hundred miles along the winding Breijiang River from west to east. The panting Ayi and Saier finally saw the crowd who had stopped and set up camp in front of them.

"Ow--!!"

Ah Yi howled, big tears fell from his eyes.

Not long after, two snow wolf tribe warriors rushed towards their direction.

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

Forget about the goblins, the tiger clan doesn't need such dirty and weak slaves, as long as they don't die at the mouth of wild beasts, they can still struggle to survive. And the gray dwarves... all disabled, no one spared.

The snow leopard Rosemary glanced in shock at more than a dozen small cats who were either missing arms or broken legs, and looked down at the lynx that was approaching him, and her eyes fell on the left shoulder that was completely severed and missing a piece , couldn't help hugging him into his arms—the snow leopard family and the lynx family were naturally close, even if Rosemary didn't know each other, this kind of close blood continued to make them feel unfamiliar.

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

"They are all crippled slaves abandoned by the tiger clan. They were thrown outside to fend for themselves. We picked them up." Saier said lightly.

The part he didn't say is that the cats and gray dwarves can at least be thrown out alive, but the centaur can only escape by death... Over the years, he and his people have taken risks to wander around the Tiger tribe tribe, and half of the living None of the clansmen were found.

Hongye counted the five centaurs including Saier, her lips twitched, but she didn't make a sound.

"Are the Snowwolves willing to take them all away?" Saier looked at Hongye.

Hongye nodded and met Shangsaier's gaze: "Anyone who is willing to go with us, no matter what race the Snow Wolf Clan is, is willing to accept. You should go with us too."

"No." Saier shook his head, "Our people are still in the Tiger tribe, we have to wait for them."

"Are you waiting for a day when their bodies can be retrieved?" Hongye asked rudely.

Searle was irritated and narrowed his eyes.

"I heard that centaurs are good at fighting. Apart from you, there should be people who escaped the capture of the tiger clan and hid elsewhere to survive." Hongye looked up into Saier's eyes, "Scattered everywhere like this, We can only look forward to the day when the corpses of the fallen clansmen will be retrieved, so why not go all out and get back all the clansmen who are still alive and strong?"

"Indeed, the Centaurs were no match for the Tiger Clan before they were arrested and enslaved as they are now. Even if all the surviving free tribesmen are gathered together, they cannot be rescued from the Tiger Clan." Purcell made a sound, and Hongye continued, "If only the centaur can't do it, then add other people, plus our snow wolf clan, plus cat clan, plus gray dwarves, plus goblins, everyone has unity." Let's work hard together?"

"Don't talk big, how can this be done! Even if it can be done, can it deal with the Tiger Clan?" Saier said angrily.

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

"Because you can't do it, so you're too scared to do it?" Hongye smiled frivolously, as if Saier had said something funny and stupid, "I thought centaurs were really brave and good at fighting, so it turns out that you will also Too scared to even try to imagine a counterattack."

"Who said we were scared!" Saier was so angry that he wanted to do it on the spot.

"Since you're not afraid, let's imagine it. Imagine that you can become stronger again. One day, you can rescue your fallen clansmen and avenge those clansmen who died tragically. Just imagine, it's not difficult." Hongye said calmly, " We Snowwolf Clan are imagining that we can see this day now, so we are doing our best to gather the clan members, gather anyone who is willing to unite with us, even now we know that we are not the opponents of the Tiger Clan, but looking forward, in the ability If you work hard in the direction you want within the range, you can always do it.”

"Sell..." Saier's clan was obviously persuaded by Hongye, and he cried out helplessly.

Sale clenched his fists, glared at Hongye angrily, moved his lips, but did not make a sound after all—recovering the survivors and struggling to survive in the northern part of the uninhabited prairie was the only choice that Sale could choose in the face of desperation. way of life.But can he really be willing, willing to suffer and wait for the enslaved clansmen to die slowly like now?

The survivors ate a meal of dry food brought by the snow wolf tribe warriors. After the centaur who protected them compromised, they packed up their meager gifts and followed the snow wolf tribe to leave the pine forest.

The large army of the Snow Wolf Clan still had to go deep into the middle of the grassland, and there was no way to spare manpower to send them away first, so they continued to follow the Snow Wolf Clan on the road.There are more than 50 fighters accompanying the team, most of them are snow wolf clan fighters, unless a large tiger clan tribe goes all out to intercept them, they don't need to worry about safety issues.

The vermicelli that has just been placed in the boiling soup pot softens quickly and is boiled into a soft translucent substance. The vermicelli is picked up with a colander and placed in a bowl, and seasonings and large pieces of steamed meat are added.The powder bowls with an indescribable aroma were brought to the survivors. The goblins huddled together fearfully stared at the snow wolf warriors who gave them food, and hesitated again and again before reaching out. Dirty hands.

The gray dwarves who performed only a little better than the goblins also huddled together, each holding a bowl and gnawing on the chewy vermicelli.

Xiao Hua brought a large bowl of powder and placed it on the wooden plinth in front of Ah Yi. Ah Yi, who could only move with one hand, licked his lower lip, impatiently grabbed the fork, buried his head in the bowl, and pulled along the edge of the bowl.

The grassroots patriarch sat beside Ah Yi, grabbed Ah Yi's limply hanging right arm, and pressed his fingers from top to bottom, his brows knit into a knot.

"Can he still heal his arm?" Hongye and Yu asked with concern as they sat across from each other.

The grassroots patriarch shook his head and put Ah Yi's arm back: "The bones of the arm are all broken, the muscles are atrophied, and there is no feeling up to the shoulder... This hand is completely useless."

Hongye and Yu sighed heavily, and Xiaohua, who had just sat down, shook her head reluctantly.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." After pulling the vermicelli, Ah Yi raised the bowl and drank the soup base. He licked the bowl before putting it down. Smile, "I can fight with only one hand, I'm not afraid."

The dozen or so soldiers around the bonfire felt a little sad, and the grassroots patriarch stretched out his hand and patted Ah Yi on the back: "Good boy...do you still remember where your clansman was captured?"

Ah nodded, the smile that had just recovered disappeared from his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I remember it, and I will remember it for the rest of my life. Our tribe originally lived in the mangrove highlands by the Brai River. Including me, there are more than 60 tribesmen—— "

14 years ago, the Beast Emperor borrowed troops from the grassland, and the Tiger Clan conscripted more than 20 snow wolf tribes in the middle of the grassland. A total of [-] snow wolf elite fighters were conscripted, and Ah Yi's tribe was also one of the conscripted tribes.

The three elite fighters never returned. The chief of the Ayi tribe sensed the crisis. Soon after the war ended, the whole tribe moved to live in the mangrove highlands in the upper reaches of the Brai River, avoiding a series of disputes caused by the pastures, and did not lose the tribe again. .

After living peacefully in the mangrove highlands for several years, the original old patriarch passed away in winter, and the new patriarch was relatively young and inexperienced. It spread to the vicinity of the mangrove highlands; until last year, when the warriors in the tribe went to the cat tribe to buy salt and cloth, the new patriarch discovered that the cat tribe closest to the mangrove had been controlled by the tiger tribe.

At this time, the new patriarch knew that something was wrong no matter how inexperienced he was. He hurriedly gathered the tribe to prepare to move, but the time was delayed because of the accumulation of fodder in autumn. On a night in late autumn, a hundred tiger tribe warriors attacked Ah Yi's tribe by night. The two remaining elite fighters died that night, and more than half of the soldiers were killed or injured. All the clansmen were captured and quickly transported to the east of the grassland.

Ah Yi was also a soldier. During the night battle, he had his right arm mutilated, and he was seriously injured and unconscious.After several days and nights in a drowsy state, Ha Yi woke up from hunger and found that he and his clansmen had been transported to a strange land, imprisoned in a place with particularly thick walls, where the sky could not be seen.

All the clansmen were dying of starvation, and Hajime also lost the strength to resist.And just at this time, for some reason, most of the tiger warriors who were guarding them were transferred away, and the centaurs who were imprisoned in the same place as slaves took the opportunity to make trouble, and several centaurs rushed in to release the snow wolf In the chaos, Ah Yi and another Xuelang warrior escaped, but they were so hungry that the warrior fell to the ground after running for a long time. Only the younger Hayi stumbled and fled back from the east, lost consciousness and fell in the snow, and was picked up by the centaur to the survivor tribe.

Hearing Ah Yi's narration, Hongye and the others' eyes were tearing apart, Yu punched the ground heavily, Xiaohua gritted her teeth with hatred, Ah Tian couldn't bear to turn her face away.

"The eastern part of the grassland is already under the control of the Tiger Clan?"

"I heard from Saier that there is no way to go to the east... Originally, there were only centaurs living there, but now... there are almost no tribes of centaurs preserved." Ah Yi's tone was low, and he knew it very well. It is not easy for such an idea to save the tribe.

The grassroots patriarch was silent for a moment, let out a long breath, and looked at everyone seriously: "We have to speed up and contact the tribes in the central region as soon as possible. Advise them to keep watch and help other tribes, not to live alone in remote places - since the Tiger Clan captured our Snow Wolf Clan and transported them to the east overnight, it means that they don't want to completely turn against our Snow Wolf Clan in the short term. But this peaceful time... probably won't last for a few years."

Everyone nodded in unison, looking solemn.

The grassroots patriarch looked at the cat clan warriors again, apologizing: "As for the cat clan, we still have to avoid it as much as possible... because we don't know which cat clan tribes have been controlled by the tiger clan, so we can't reveal their whereabouts."

Rosemary was depressed. He vaguely knew that the Tiger Clan didn't take the Cat Clan seriously, but after all, he lived in the west of the grassland all year round, so he didn't have a deep understanding. The difference made him hesitate, and he didn't listen to what the grassroots patriarch said.

Fishbone also has similar emotions, but he has never agreed with the view that "the future of the cat clan is on par with the tiger clan", and he is not as uncomfortable as Rosemary; Hearing this, he raised his head and said with difficulty: "We can understand, grassroots Patriarch, when you are not capable enough, you can’t do things beyond your own ability, which will make the goal never be achieved. The situation facing the cat clan today... can’t be affected by us.”

The cat tribes in the west of the grassland are a little unclear about the distance from the tiger tribe, let alone the tribes in the middle?If you don't care about anything and shout to save people, you are just dragging your own people into the pit.Although Yubone felt uncomfortable, he knew what he could and couldn't do.

The grassroots patriarch sighed again, cheered up and looked at everyone: "Then, we have to bypass the mangrove highlands for the next step..."

The scheduled route was to take a detour from the north and enter the middle of the grassland. After finding that the grassland along the Brei River was not safe, the route had to be corrected.Originally, the safest route should be to go from the south, but the southern part of the grassland has a dense water network, many swamps and a wide area, which is not suitable for large groups.

Everyone worked together to come up with ideas, and Leopard Xia, who usually chooses critical moments to show his presence on such occasions, was strangely silent at this time.

In other words... at this moment, Xia can still sit here rationally and calmly, because his city is already deep.

The future of the Cat Clan lies in the Tiger Clan, and Xia was a staunch supporter of this concept before getting advice from the Tauren.Later, there were irreconcilable differences within the tribe, and Xia chose to join the Snowwolf tribe, which he thought was easier to fool at the time, only out of selfish unwillingness to attach to the Tiger tribe.

Seeing with his own eyes the disabled cat tribe discarded like waste by the tiger tribe, and hearing with his own ears that the cat tribe in the middle of the country was controlled and enslaved by the tiger tribe, the cold sweat on Xia's back never stopped—if he had made a mistake at the beginning, let alone keep it. As the last dignity of the patriarch, he has tried his best to gain the right to speak in the group. Maybe he has already become one of the slaves enslaved by the Tiger Clan. I don’t know where he is numbly doing worthless coolies in the pasture live.