Chapter 3 To survive!

"Good day, I guess I should call you...warlord?"

Ron tentatively flattered the other person. Hobgoblins are born for war and have a strict and well-defined military hierarchy, from the highest warlord to the lowest soldier.

"First of all, it's already afternoon; secondly, I'm Karad, Captain Karad."

The hobgoblin was leaning on the "throne" made of leather, bones, some gems and precious metals, looking down at Ron under the steps.

Although he tried his best to show a majestic and fierce look, Ron could still tell that he was very affected by Ron's words just now.

Warlord Karad, that sounds so pleasant to my ears...

Kalad broke free from his brief fantasy and spoke fluent Common Tongue: "Are you the guy who appeared out of nowhere? I heard that you came to question my decision-making? You also said that would make us all die. No burial place?”

At this point, Kalad showed his ferocious nature again. He would never allow any soldiers to question his judgment - let alone prisoners!

"Yes," Ron looked directly at the other person. He knew that he could not hesitate at this moment, otherwise the slaughterhouse would be his grave. "I don't think there is a priest or scholar here to point this out for you, right?"

"You are right, no priest was born here," Kalad did not conceal this, "Are you a priest or some kind of scholar?"

"I don't study theology, but I am indeed a scholar," Ron nodded. "I heard that it hasn't rained here for a long time, and even the rivers have dried up."

"Drought," Karad concluded succinctly.

"And your hunters' prey is getting harder and harder to find?"

"Hungry. But we still have some food, so I'm going to move north and find a new base before the food runs out."

"Then with all due respect: Captain Karad, you will only find frozen deer and starved hunters in the north. Because neither drought nor famine is accidental."

"I can explain to you how this works if you're willing to listen to a long explanation; but I guess you'd prefer something simpler."

"No," Karad raised his hand, a cunning light flashing in his yellow eyes, "I want to listen to your explanation."

"Or maybe you are not a scholar at all, and are just here to trick me in order to survive?"

There is really a lot to think about...

Ron was deeply troubled by this, but fortunately, he did have something.

"The principle is very simple, because the previous warm climate caused the glaciers in the north to melt," Ron said. "Ice is water, and it is fresh water, which has a different salinity than sea water."

"A large amount of glaciers melt into the sea, causing the salinity of the seawater to decrease, and the decrease in salinity will lead to a decrease in density, which will then be unable to support the warm currents from the north to here."

"Normally, warm currents contain tremendous heat, which can increase the temperature and humidity in a large area, which is conducive to the growth of all things."

"Then you can think about it, if such a warm current suddenly disappears, what changes will it bring?"

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"It will bring about a significant cooling," Ron interrupted Kalad, asking and answering, "Cold and drought will follow one after another. According to the literature records I know, this kind of thing has happened in history, in the north. The temperature in the parts near the pole has dropped by nearly ten degrees in just three years, while the temperature further south will also drop by four to eight degrees - please note that this is not a seasonal change, but a year-round temperature change. decline."

"Under low temperatures, plants that once relied on warm climates will be delayed or even unable to germinate, deer and rabbits will have no grass to eat, and hunters who hunt them will starve - unless they are caught in the biting cold wind first. Frozen into popsicles.”

"I'm done, can you give me some water to drink - oh, I forgot, you have stopped drinking water."

"So you are saying... that the weather is getting colder because of the warming?" Karad looked at Ron in disbelief, "This is too outrageous!"

"To put it simply, that's it," Ron smiled slightly, "As for being outrageous, don't you think it's even more outrageous for me to suddenly appear in your stronghold?"

"This...can't do it! I don't trust your judgment!" Kalad stood up suddenly, "What kind of warm current from the ocean...we don't know how far away from the sea we are!"

"And the prey has obviously migrated to the north. Should we go in the opposite direction?"

"So you decided to die with your prey, Captain?" Ron retorted.

"Or are you actually not a captain, let alone a hobgoblin warlord? You're just a... I don't know, a deer herder?"

"I pointed out the possible risks for you, but you insist on going to die?"

"No, of course I want to become a warlord," Kalad wavered, "Okay, if we don't go to the north, then where should we go? Are we going to starve to death here and die of thirst?"

"I can't just tell you," Ron shook his head, "otherwise, wouldn't my only remaining value be as food?"

"I can help show you the way, but you also have to let me live. This is a deal, deal?"

"I knew you wouldn't be so kind," Karad opened his big mouth, "but I don't agree."

"You yourself should know the current predicament better than I do. If you are just a guide and can't do anything, your value is not even as good as the flesh and blood on your body.

"You have to give something more valuable in exchange for this life."

"What if I say I can make potions?" Ron didn't panic at all, and threw out his trump card as if he had expected it. "What will happen if no one is sure about it on the way to migration, and your army doesn't have it?" Priest, then the value of a doctor should be heavier than my weight, right?"

"There happens to be a witness here who has seen what I am capable of."

Geology was just an elective hobby, and pharmacy was Ron's main profession.

If he remembered correctly the rule book of the DND running group, a bottle of healing potion was worth fifty gold coins, and a member with relevant skills could reduce the cost by half!

The social level of goblins is far lower than that of humans, elves, or dwarves. Among them, Ron's skill will only be more valuable!

"You mean - you mean it?!" As expected, Kalad looked at Ron in shock, "Do you really have this ability? Drivedo?"

"Yes, boss, he just picked some bitter herbs and cured my Dabai!" Drayford quickly testified.

"I'm more capable than that," Ron smiled slightly, "You can bring some better herbs and alchemy tools, and I can verify my words in person."

Compared to the previous geology questions, Ron is quite confident in his major - even in this goblin lair that lacks experimental equipment!

"We don't have that kind of reserve," Karad thought for a while and finally compromised, "Okay! In view of your previous remarks, I will tentatively believe that what you said this time is also true."

"You can survive, and the direction of our future migration will be determined by you. But if I find out that you don't know how to treat at all-"

Kalad walked up to Ron and bared his fangs, and sprayed his hot breath on Ron's face: "I will eat you alive!"

"Wise choice," Ron and Kalad looked at each other, and smiled sincerely for their own survival, "but before the migration begins, I have a merciless request."

"Say." Kalad stared firmly into Ron's dark eyes.

"I want to borrow the half-elf in your prison. I need her to lead me to other nearby settlements to purchase supplies and find out information. At the very least, I need a map that covers a larger area."

"No!" Kalad refused, "I think you just want to escape and take a prisoner with you? Don't think too beautifully, my patience is very limited."

"What if I am willing to bring another goblin who can speak Common Language to supervise us?" Ron rolled his eyes, "It's like a team of adventurers that has been disabled. The goblin can wrap himself up tightly, no People will recognize it.”

"If the half-elf and I tried to escape, we would be killed immediately - I really want to survive, you can see that."

"Well..." Kalad pondered, "Well, if you are sincere, then I can make an exception mercifully, and even give you some coins to trade."

“As for the person to guard you—Dreyfudo, you speak Common Language well, so I’ll leave it to you to take charge.”

"Don't worry, boss, I can definitely take a good look at him!" Dreyfudo's chest clapped loudly.

"As for the half-elf, go find her yourself. Unless she voluntarily wants to be turned into feces, she will agree to you."

Kalad said as he pulled out a broken wooden box from behind his "throne" and opened it to find all kinds of coins inside.

"Come on, grab whatever you want. Captain Karad, the future hobgoblin warlord allows you to use his treasure, for me and my army!"

Ron took out a large handful of copper coins, silver coins and a small amount of gold coins with both hands, asked Kalad to get a cloth bag and tied it up, then showed a sincere smile towards the hobgoblin captain:

"For survival!"