Chapter 452: "savage"

Unexpectedly, Makarov encountered an unexpected situation in his first week as headmaster.

Are wildlings still alive in the forests north of the Wess? No one thought of this.

He and the militia company commander Khajiit led the team to search all the way north along the forest trails often taken by the loggers.

Starting from Beiwang Town, it took about two hours to travel—less than an hour on weekdays, but because they searched and marched, it took more time.

"Ahead is the sighting reported by the carpenters."

Khajiit pointed ahead.

Makarov looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a clearing in the forest ahead, with many short wooden pillars scattered in it.

He took out the binoculars, pointed the lens at that area and searched carefully.

"Ahead... there seems to be signs of a camp. Khajiit, let everyone form a battle formation and be more vigilant."

"Yes, Chief Makarov!"

Khajiit passed the order down, layer by layer. The militiamen of the two factions immediately prepared for battle, bowed their bows and set arrows, and drew their swords from their sheaths.

A group of people slowed down and slowly approached the logging camp.

"Front! Are you from Arda?"—Suddenly, a loud voice came from the front.

The militiamen stopped and looked at each other.

This sentence is not only Aldo, but also an authentic northwest accent.

Khajiit looked at Makarov, awaiting the command from his superior.

Makarov frowned, thought carefully for a while, and finally said: "Respond to them, and ask the other party's identity."

Khajiit took out the loudspeaker used to speak to the militia, and shouted: "We are the militia under Lord Arda Paul Greenman, what are your identities?"

The other party quickly replied, "We are members of the Northern Exploration Fleet!"

The Northern Exploration Fleet, the militiamen present have heard about it. It is no secret that the lord sent three fleets to explore the world. There was quite a commotion when they set off, and slowly the entire Northwest Gulf heard about it.

Khajiit asked loudly, "How did you appear in the forest? Where is your ship?"

Now at least he can be sure that the other party is not a savage.

"It's hard to say. We first encountered the plague in the extreme north, then hit a rock and sank a ship, and the rest of the ship was frozen in the port due to the weather. So some of them took land first, crossed the Rocky Mountains and returned to the northwest bay."

After several rounds of mutual questions and answers, neither of the two parties noticed any problems with the other party, so they made contact carefully to further confirm the identity of the other party.

"Lieutenant Boris Makarov, head of the public school and service station of North Hope, a pleasure to meet you."

"Commander of the Northern Exploration Fleet, Stanford, I'm also glad to meet you."

The two hands were tightly held together.

The members of the exploration team came out of their hiding places one by one.

Looking at the group of "refugees" in front of him, Makarov said with some sympathy, "I said, man, your situation seems to be a bit miserable."

Indeed, they were all unkempt, and their clothes were a little tattered.

Stanford said helplessly: "The last place we repaired was in the dwarf tribe on the Rocky Mountain. Since then, we have passed through forests or swamps since we went south. It looks very good now. I didn't expect it at all before. This forest in the north is even more desolate north of the Rocky Mountains, and you can still meet indigenous tribes from time to time on the other side of the mountain."

Makarov's eyes widened: "Dwarves? You said you have been to a dwarf tribe?"

That is a creature that is more "legendary" than the savage.

"Yes dwarves, legendary dwarves, we have seen them."

“Not only did we see it, we brought one,” Stanford said with a smile.

"Bring one?" Makarov was surprised.

A muffled voice came to mind: "Let me speak for myself! Hey! That big man, look at this!"

Makarov searched for the source of the sound, and soon found a squat guy.

Although short - only to his abdomen - but very thick, in Makarov's view, this guy seems to have no waist, his whole body shape is like a barrel, with a round head, thick arms and The torso, after being connected to each other, shows the effect that reminds people of the adjective "round".

This dwarf in front of him has grown a lot of beards, almost covering his face. Based on what Stanford said, it should be related to the lack of time to take care of him during this period. The other members of the exploration team are not much better. The thick fur clothes he was wearing made Makarov subconsciously think that it was some strange animal brought back by the exploration team, rather than some intelligent creature.

"This is... is this the dwarven pet you captured?"

One sentence angered the bad-tempered dwarf.

He waved his huge fist and roared angrily: "I can understand you, you tall bastard! How dare you treat the honorable Mr. Yinmaer Mason as your human pet! I must treat you well!" I will teach you a lesson!" After finishing speaking, he rushed forward.

Stanford had quick eyes and quick hands, and Matthew, who was also quick-eyed and quick-handed, hugged Yin Maer's arms one by one from the left and one from the back. They immediately exerted all their strength. Dwarves are very powerful, especially when they are angry.

Yin Maer groaned and competed with the two of them.

"Mr. Lieutenant, apologize to our dwarf friend, he is not a pet." Stanford, who was blushing, asked Makarov.

The dwarf's rage made Makarov nervous. Of course, this was not because he was timid, but because he would inevitably have a faint sense of fear or vigilance when facing a strange intelligent creature.

Plus it's vaguely funny.

He came back to his senses, and quickly said: "Please forgive my rudeness and ignorance~www.readwn.com~Dwarf friend, you must know that I have never seen intelligent creatures other than humans in my life."

Stanford said to the dwarf who was still in a state of anger: "Look, Yin Maer, Mr. Lieutenant has already apologized, so don't bother with him."

He also whispered: "Look at those people he brought, they are all holding swords, guns, swords and crossbows!"

Only then did Yin Ma'er stop making noise, folded his arms on his chest and let out a heavy snort.

His move made the militiamen behind Makarov secretly laugh. Everyone just thought that a guy with a round body like a wine barrel was a bit cute even when he was angry, especially the last "huh" ".

Makarov: "Okay! The "savage" thing is over! Mr. Stanford, it seems that you need a rest now, come with me, and you can go south for an hour to Beiwang Town."

"Great! My team members and I have been looking forward to taking a good hot bath for a long time. In addition, I have to see Lord Graman as soon as possible."

"You'll see you soon."