Chapter 15 Ochre Tribe

"Why are they here?"

Ron looked in the direction Ivy pointed, and sure enough, four warriors wearing animal skins, three men and one woman, were feasting on meat in the corner.

But perhaps because no one else in the tavern pointed at them, or dared not to, Ivy's actions were quite conspicuous and they were immediately noticed.

"That elf, eat your food!"

A bald man with a scar on his head knocked on the table with a leg bone and scolded.

"It's a half-elf, idiot." Ivy said "tsk". She was not sick now, so she didn't need to be angry like this.

"You!"

The bald man immediately stood up, rolled up his arms and walked over: "Little girl, you dare to talk back to me when I say something-ah!"

Ron felt his eyes blurred, and when he looked again, there was no shadow of Ivy on the seat in front of him?

The half-elf turned over and jumped up swiftly and gracefully, holding the bald man's shoulder with one hand and pinching his five fingers hard, and the other party's cry of pain immediately sounded with the sound of dislocation.

Ivy swept her leg again and forced this guy who was a whole head taller and twice as strong as her to the ground.

Before, she had always talked about how great she was in her heyday, and Ron just thought she was just being tough - I didn't expect her to be so good!

All this took less than ten seconds, and nothing in the store was broken during the period, and even the bowl of wine in Driver's hand didn't spill a drop of wine!

"Fuck you - ah ah ah!"

The bald man tried to be tough, but Ivy twisted his shoulder and the harsh words were immediately replaced by screams.

"Asshole, go save people!" The other two men stood up one after another, and Ivy was not afraid at all. She kicked the bald man to the ground with one foot, and it seemed that she was ready for a three-hero battle against Lu Bu.

"Wait!" The female barbarian reached out to stop her two companions. She looked at Ivy with a calm expression, "My half-elf friend, I admit that it was rude for Olaf to yell at you just now, but isn't that a bit too much?!"

This woman is completely different from Ivy. Ivy has almost no obvious muscle lines on her body, but this woman looks strong and powerful - Ron's friends who liked to lift weights in his previous life didn't have such muscles!

And what is that abdomen? Eight-pack abs?

"Too much?" Ivy sneered. "Wouldn't it be even more excessive for you to rob other refugees outside the city? Didn't that guy named Harlek tell you that he had run into a tough guy today?"

"You still dare to show up in the town, are you going to rob the townspeople too?"

"How is that possible? We have all paid - wait, you mean Harlek?"

The woman wanted to defend herself, but when she heard the name, she immediately showed a look of disgust: "You are wrong, we are from the Ochre Tribe, we are not in the same group with them!"

"Although we are also a tribe forced to the south by the severe cold, we have always been at odds with the Dire Wolf Tribe - there have been constant frictions since we fled!"

"If we were from the same tribe, how could we leave them outside, or how could they let us into the city but not themselves?"

"Is that so?" It was Ivy's turn to be embarrassed. The reason why she was so radical just now was largely because she had not been able to give Harlek a good beating before.

Now it's good, the beating is done, but the wrong person is beaten!

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding."

The other guests around were relieved immediately. They were all very nervous just now. Let's not talk about the half-elf girl for now. These big guys are not good people. If they really fight, their dinner will be ruined.

This is not the past. Now the food source is tight, so it is not good to waste.

"That... I'm sorry," Ivy helped the bald Olaf under her and smiled apologetically, "I was reckless just now."

"No, no, no, I have a bad temper-hiss-" Olaf used the remaining arm to pull the other hand up and forcefully reset the dislocated arm.

After being beaten without any ability to fight back, the eyes of this irritable brother became much clearer.

So politeness does not necessarily depend on education. Isn't he also self-taught?

"So, many of your tribes have migrated to the south?" Ron ordered another glass of beer and walked over to hold the glass with the woman who was obviously the leader.

"Yes, we have seen almost ten of them," the woman drank the wine in her glass, "My name is Sera, the current chief of the Ochre Tribe."

"It's funny, our so-called 'tribe', what you see now is actually all of it."

Ron couldn't help but be curious: "How could this be? Is your hometown too far north?"

"That's right," Sera nodded, "According to the legends of our tribe, we took advantage of a very warm period to hunt north. Later, although the weather began to get colder, we could still live normally, so we never thought about returning to the south."

"Until this time. In July last year, when it was the warmest, it was snowing heavily. We began to realize that something was wrong, so we prepared to migrate."

"But we don't know how to grow things, and we don't know how to domesticate animals like the people here, so we don't have much surplus food. We paid a heavy price for this."

Sera snatched Olaf's cup and took another sip of wine: "But we are really good at hunting. Even the strongest mammoth in the north is our food. Therefore, the examiner at the door let us go, and we have been barely surviving by taking some hunting and exploration tasks in the Adventurer's Guild these days."

"I see," Ron nodded, and then changed the subject, "Have you heard that the mayor here is going to recruit people to open up the Delusion Land?"

"I know, do you have any suggestions?"

"There is strength in numbers, maybe we can cooperate?"

"No," Sera She waved her hand, "I know what you guys mean by 'cooperation': we do the hard work and you get the credit. We have rejected a group of people and are ready to work alone."

"Okay," Ron didn't force it. Since the other party didn't want to, he couldn't think of any bargaining chips for the time being, "Well, I wish you good luck."

"Thank you, and I wish you good luck too," Sera smiled and raised the empty glass, "By the way, many people have been thinking about this matter of developing the fantasy land recently. You'd better be careful. It won't hurt."

"Thank you for the reminder, we will pay attention." Ron nodded to her gratefully.