Chapter 437: blood cow tribe

Remember [New] in a second! It snowed heavily all night, and in the middle of the night, fearing that the reindeer would be damaged by freezing, Stanford had someone bring them in. The orcs didn't worry much about their livestock covered in thick blankets.

In the early morning of the next day, the snow stopped, and walking in the snow could cover half of the calf.

After internal discussions of the exploration team, most people advocated crossing the Rocky Mountains in diameter, and Stanford respected the opinions of the team members.

The orc named Finn invited them to go on the road together, and following them, they could obtain supplies and repairs in the tribes they traded with.

"Although we don't know how to cross that mountain range, at least the tribes we went to occasionally have dwarves come to trade. Maybe, you can talk to them..." This is what the orc said, which moved Stanford.

After a night of getting along, the exploration team and the orcs had a preliminary trust, so they followed the caravan and headed south. During the period, Finn also introduced the leader of the caravan to Stanford, an old orc named Eugene .

Unlike the lively and talkative Finn, this gray-haired older orc looked serious and unsmiling, more like a general leading an army than a leader of a caravan.

The two groups of people who joined together temporarily went all the way to the southwest, and gradually the trees began to increase, and finally they entered the endless virgin forest.

"Different from herding horses and sheep on the grassland, the tribes here mostly rely on fishing, hunting and farming for their livelihood." Finn introduced this area to them.

Along the way, they passed through several tribes. After the caravan traded with the tribes, they immediately set off for the next tribe.

Stanford noticed that there were also some small indigenous human tribes here, but when they saw the orcs, most of them showed an undisguised look of wariness in their eyes.

It seems that there is communication and trade with each other, and it seems that ethnic conflicts always exist.

Finally, they came to the last stop, which is also a tribe closest to the Rocky Mountains - the blood cattle tribe.

"Welcome! My friends!"

An elderly orc, about the same age as the caravan leader, stood at the gate of the wooden stockade to welcome the caravan.

"My friend, long time no see!"

The caravan leader, who hadn't smiled much along the way, opened his mouth wide, showing his long fangs, and hugged each other tightly.

Finn quietly introduced Stanford to the side: "The one hugging Master Eugene is the chief of the tribe Asoye, he is a bold figure, but you have to be careful of his eldest son Gunther, who is the one standing behind , is a greedy and cunning person. Sigh...I really don’t know how a man like Asoye gave birth to such a son.”

Finn shook his head and sighed, while Stanford turned his gaze to the back of Chief Asoye. There, there was a tall and strong orc with bare arms in such a cold weather. People who are difficult to deal with have a fierce look on their faces.

Suddenly, the orc seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and he turned his two sinister eyes, and immediately found the two people who were commenting on him.

Finn and Stanford immediately looked away, pretending nothing happened.

"Who are these people?"

The old chief looked suspiciously at the humans mixed in the caravan.

"Oh, what I met on the way was a group of adventurers who wanted to go here to buy furs, but they are all warriors! They came across the sea from the south in a wooden boat, and now they want to cross the Rocky Mountains and return to the south. "

Chief Eugene explained this to him.

"Come across the sea? Do you want to cross that mountain?" The old chief's eyes widened.

"They are indeed warriors! Let's invite their leaders to the banquet later."

In this way, Stanford somehow became the guest of the local tribal chief.

The banquet was held in a wooden longhouse. The style of the orc banquet was very rustic, without musicians, red tape, beautiful carpets and exaggerated wall decorations.

Everyone sat around a huge rectangular wooden table, gorging on meat and gulping down wine, some even holding wine jars and drinking heavily.

Although there were no songs and dances, there were wrestling, throwing axes and other programs to add to the fun, which opened the eyes of Stanford and the temporary deputy captain Matthew who accompanied him to the banquet.

"guest!"

After gulping down a big bowl of wine, the old chief asked Stanford who was at a loss while holding a bowl as big as his own head.

"Could you tell us guys who've been in the forest all our lives what you've seen on the road?"

"Oh! I'd be happy to share what I've seen on the road with my honorable master."

Stanford hastily agreed.

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"As soon as we sailed out of the bay, we turned around and headed north, when we ran into a... a whale of incredible size!"

"You guys know about whales! But the whale we encountered this time is very big, and the part that is above the water is more than 20 meters long!"

Immediately there was booing in the banquet hall.

"Haha! This human being is too good at bragging! Did you see the big fish more than 20 meters long in a dream?"

Gunther, the chief's son, led the way with loud jeers.

The group of people around him also laughed.

Matthew showed dissatisfaction on his face, and was about to get up to refute, but was held back by Stanford.

He still maintained a faint smile on his face, and continued to say in a calm tone: "We continue to sail northward, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer..."

He described to everyone present what he had seen and heard in the Land of Eternal Night, and introduced the world still alive in the ice and snow, those giant bears covered with white hair, chubby otters, lazy seals, The natives who live tenaciously under it - there are orcs and humans, and the light curtain that is almost miraculous.

"Unbelievable!"

The chief picked up the wine bowl again, "You mean, even there, there are human traces?"

"Yes, Lord Chief! Even there, civilization is still alive."

Asoye raised the big bowl, "Gods! Respect life!"

"Respect life!"

Everyone in the hall raised their bowls in agreement.

After everyone finished, the old chief said to Stanford: "Please forgive my son's rudeness, but we orcs are like this. If you have something to say, you can't hide it in your stomach."

Stanford smiled and nodded, accepting the other party's apology.

Then he held an exquisite wooden box in both hands, stood up and said, "Dear Chief Asoye, this is a gift from us!"

A burly orc standing beside the chief came over and took Stanford's box with both hands.

He wanted to open it for inspection, but Chief Asoye shouted loudly: "No, Yelye, let me open it myself, I'm curious!"

The orc named Yelye had no choice but to return to the chief and hand him the box~www.readwn.com~Asuoye carefully opened the box under the gaze of everyone.

"Oh!"

"Ho!"

"Oops!"

There was an exclamation in the hall.

I saw a... bottle lying quietly in the wooden box, but this bottle is so beautiful!

Most of the body of the bottle is covered in white, like freshly squeezed milk, with exquisite blue patterns drawn on it, including flowers and birds, so lifelike, it seems that the bird will be about to Like jumping out of the bottle.

The orcs used pottery vases and bowls. Whether it was a high-ranking leader in the tribe or a servant who was busy all day long, they had never seen such an exquisite vessel when they were young, and they were amazed for a while.

"This... this is really too precious!"

Chief Asoye stared at the porcelain bottle intently, and muttered in his mouth.