Volume 8: The Sword Points to the Far East Chapter 241: The Destitute Tiger Tribe Is Worse Than Cats
The walls of the royal court were built very casually, more like a wall hastily built with earth and stones. It was only two meters high and its thickness was not worth mentioning. At most, it could serve to block wild beasts.
Just by looking at the difference between this wall and the tall brick and tile buildings in the royal court, you can tell that they were not built at the same time...
This is not surprising. When the tiger tribe was strong, the royal court did not need a wall at all.
The tiger warriors who stayed behind in the two tents did not expect that the wall could help them resist the enemy. Yu walked to the wall alone, and the twenty-six warriors jumped out of the wall on their own.
The two account owners in the lead did not ask nonsense questions such as "Who are you, what do you want to do?" They looked gloomily at the large group of Snow Wolf tribe a hundred meters away, and their eyes fell on Yu. One of the account owners said, "Are you sure you want to offend the royal court, Snow Wolf people?"
"Don't misunderstand." Yu said calmly, "Our Snow Wolf tribe was indeed harmed by the Tiger Tribe. We lost six warriors and tribesmen, and 19 were injured. However... since the Tiger Tribe paid the price, we don't intend to investigate further."
The experience of Ayi's tribe made the Snow Wolf people feel sad, but it was not the style of the Snow Wolf tribe to take revenge.
If the Tiger Tribe was still strong, the Snow Wolf Tribe would naturally come to make up for it when it became stronger. But since half of the Tiger Tribe had already been killed, the remaining ones were either squatting on the grassland or in the underground world waiting to die, or fleeing in a panic to the boundless forest at the junction of the southwest continent. It would be very low-class to shout about blood debt and jump out to beat the tiger down at this time...
The weak forgiving the strong is just Ah Q spirit. Only the strong are qualified to forgive the weak.
The tiger tribe also understood this simple truth, and the twenty-six warriors were so angry that their faces turned blue on the spot.
Tiger tribe, when have you ever needed forgiveness from others!
Although they were angry, these tiger-headed guys were very rational and did not lose their temper on the spot - for the simple reason that the tiger warriors standing here already accounted for half of the royal court's military strength.
The warriors of the eight tents not only have to look after the royal court, but also the tiger tribe’s greatest wealth: the mines. This small number of manpower is simply not enough to maintain the glory (face) of the tiger tribe...
The account owner who spoke up held back his anger and gritted his teeth, "Are you from the Snow Wolf Tribe trying to say that you are not here for revenge, but to take over the royal court?"
Yu shook his head bluntly: "No, we have no interest in the royal court."
Such a shabby place is not even comparable to the Fire Tribe and the Hilly New District, it can even be compared to the Cat Farm and the Snake Tribe.
To take over this piece of land, we have to start with road construction, house building, land reclamation, water conservancy... a whole set of projects are indispensable. How can the Fire Department have so many people?
The group of tigers were stunned. There was no unspoken rule of "you can do but not say" on the grassland, especially for the Snow Wolf Clan, who had honesty engraved on their foreheads.
"What exactly do you want to do?" The leading account owner frowned and asked the nonsense question that they originally disdained to ask.
Yu has never been good at speaking, so it is impossible to expect him to be eloquent, but if you ask him to speak big and honest words, he will be very reliable.
Yu looked upright and said in a serious manner: "I hope to negotiate with your central tent and ask them to hand over the gray dwarves and cats that you control and enslave to us. You no longer need them."
A group of tiger heads: "..."
"In the past, you were powerful and enslaved the cats, and the cats didn't dare to say anything. Now, you can't control all the cats with just a few people, right?" Yu advised honestly, "Instead of waiting until the cats are dissatisfied with you and unite to resist you, it's better to correct yourself now and get rid of your previous domineering style. With the current manpower, you are no match for the cats."
A group of tiger heads: "..."
The owner of the account who was speaking took a deep breath, veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared, then pounced on Yu...
Yu could only fight Yale to a draw at first. But now... wearing armor and not afraid of scratching, Yu, who is 20 kilograms stronger than before, is really not Wuxia Amon - there was a sound of ping-pong, and when the tiger tribe leader retreated with an ugly face, not only did he not gain any advantage, but the armor on his shoulder was also pierced by Yu's spear.
The other tiger warriors looked uglier than the injured account owner. It was no secret that the Snow Wolf Tribe had lost their inheritance. How could these barbarians who didn't even have an inheritance be so strong now? !
Yu wiped the bloody tip of his spear on the grass and became very calm. He was not shocked at all that he had just defeated the tiger clan leader head-on.
The big cats' agile movements and their sudden clawing and biting tactics are very similar to those of the Walker system. Coincidentally, the most powerful Walker-type war god recognized by the entire continent spends several months a year in the Fire Department. In addition to competing and having fun with the wolf cubs, the old man also makes other contributions...
"Let me see your central tent. Problems that can be solved through negotiation are best solved through negotiation." Yu continued to speak the truth. "If we fight, I dare not say that our Snow Wolf warriors will be able to escape unscathed, but you are few in number and it will be difficult to get the upper hand. If things go wrong, your royal court may be destroyed, which will be very troublesome to repair. Why is this necessary?"
A bunch of idiots were so angry at him that their mouths were crooked and their eyes were squinting...
"We Snow Werewolves never take advantage of others." Yu said, "Although we believe that all intelligent creatures living on the grassland should be like one family, no matter which race they are, and should not be enslaved or oppressed by others' self-reliance of force. But since you think that the gray dwarves and cats are your slaves, then we are willing to exchange them in a fair way that you can accept. Just like when trading centaurs, we can exchange the same weight of food for the gray dwarves and cats. Is this okay?"
The tiger warriors who were about to charge forward stopped their cars abruptly upon hearing this.
The tiger clan leader, whose shoulder was bleeding, stared at Yu in confusion.
All big cats are suspicious. Although the tiger tribe did not want to start a war and suffer further casualties among their population, which was already only a few hundred, and the snow wolf tribe did show good faith in exchanging food for the centaurs - but judging by themselves, it was quite unbelievable that these tiger-headed people were willing to "trade fairly" when the snow wolf tribe clearly had the advantage.
"We, the Tauren, are willing to witness this transaction."
At the critical moment, several bull heads emerged from the Snow Wolf tribe... The one leading them was a brown-haired, red-eyed Bull Demon King, who was none other than Saladin, the elder of the Hall tribe.
When the tiger tribe was at its strongest, the relationship with the minotaurs was not harmonious at all. But after the bull-headed people stood up and promised to witness, these tiger-headed people were willing to believe them and lay down their weapons - the halo of the true Virgin Mary, so terrifying~!
A large group of several hundred Snow Wolf tribe members were released into the royal court. Tiger tribe warriors from one tent were responsible for settling them, while another tent went to search for the cat tribe slaves who were still squatting in the royal court and had not escaped, and who had not left when they were released before winter because they had nowhere to go.
Elder Saladin seemed very happy, even happier than the Snow Wolf Man who had successfully solved the problem without war. This elder slapped Hu Yu's shoulder with a ferocious look on his face, and smiled as if he could eat a person alive on the spot: "No need to fight, that's great!"
Yu smiled, "Ayun said that war is the last resort to solve problems. We must be able to fight, but we can't always think about showing that we can fight. Our people and warriors are very precious and cannot be wasted for any non-essential reasons."
As a warrior, it is almost instinctive to show off one's strength, and Yu Ben is no exception.
But no matter how keen on showing off his martial arts, he had witnessed with his own eyes the fate of the Tiger Clan, a group of extremely powerful warriors who were known as the strongest individual warriors under the Dragon Clan, being thrown into the underground world and consumed... If Yu was still keen on showing off his martial arts, he must be mentally retarded.
Yu is not mentally retarded. Although he is not smart enough, he is not stupid either.
Elder Saladin laughed: "Good Ayun, good snow werewolf!"
The two tiger warriors standing nearby and monitoring them cast extremely complicated glances at Yu.
These two tiger warriors were also quite young, as young as Yaheng who died in the underground world... Tigers who had just reached adulthood originally did not have to go to the battlefield, but under the repeated pressure of the Beast King and the Dark Elf Mistress, young talents like Yaheng had to be brought to the front line.
The Tiger King is not a complete idiot, on the contrary, he is actually quite smart.
Half a year after joining the war, the Tiger King discovered that...the Beast King and the Dark Elf Mistress did not take their promises to the Tiger Tribe seriously at all.
Especially the Beast King, he may never have intended to let the tiger tribe leave his control and move to the Spark Plains of the Western Continent to live and reproduce.
The Tiger King began to quietly replace the cubs who stayed in the royal court with the underground world. Presumably, at that time, the Tiger King had already made up his mind to select someone to lead the "defection" and take all the cubs away.
As for young warriors like Yaheng, they were released back to the royal court as much as possible. It was probably because they didn't want to see these young warriors waste their lives on that meaningless battlefield...
The eight tents that stayed behind in the grassland had all walked through the underground world and witnessed the cruelty of war. At this moment, these young tigers who were full of vigor and vitality and would have laughed at the Snow Wolf Clan for having no ambitions when they heard Yu say such words a few years ago, had to admit in their hearts that the Snow Wolf Clan was right!
One of the warriors was particularly moved. When Yu and Elder Saladin walked away to count the food to be used in exchange for people, he turned his back and quietly wiped his eyes.
He saw with his own eyes that his friend was hit in the head by a hammer from the dwarf king who was leading the expedition personally. Many of the warriors in the tent died one after another before they barely managed to stop the dwarf king who was like an angry god...
So many fighters!
The day before, everyone was sitting together and having dinner happily. The next day, when they came back from the battlefield, the entire central tent had lost 30% of its people...
After experiencing such a tragic situation, if one can still claim to be warlike and have the spirit to pursue glory and success, except for the special situation where one has to fight to defend the country, there is only one possibility left: in his eyes, the comrades who died on the battlefield are not comrades worthy of his cherishment, but consumables to be exchanged for glory and wealth.
The Snow Wolf Tribe finished counting the food, and not long after, the Tiger Tribe warriors from another tent drove over all the cat slaves that could be found in the royal court.
Chief Arthur and Xia Zheng whispered to each other that the two cat farms needed to recruit more manpower as soon as possible. When they heard the voices outside, they immediately ran out to see the "new employees" they had booked...
Then, the two snow leopards and spotted leopards, who were originally counting on their fingers to calculate the manpower, became so ugly that they were speechless.
There were dozens of small cats, all of them in a miserable state, skinny and emaciated, with lifeless faces and numb and empty eyes, huddled together timidly...
Elder Saladin's originally smiling face suddenly fell, and his ferocious and ugly face glared angrily at the tiger tribe, his fists clenched and crackling - as the target of the cat tribe's extortion, the minotaur had seen many cat tribes living in extreme poverty, but no matter how embarrassed they were, those cat tribes whose stomachs were growling with hunger were full of energy and had light in their eyes, they were not like the walking dead at all!
Compared with their overreaction, the Snow Wolf warriors were much calmer... Especially Yu and Xiaohua. The people that everyone in the tribe could see and that they brought back were all those they had raised along the way. They had already seen images that were even more miserable and weak than these cat slaves.
"Why are there so few?" Yu frowned and looked at the tiger tribe leader who was in the lead.
"The rest were released," the owner said. He paused, then explained with a humiliated look, "The ones in the grasslands and the eastern camps all ran away after we stopped taking care of them last year."
During the heyday of the Tiger Tribe, there were thousands of cat slaves. However, the Tiger Tribe captured cat slaves not to live a life of superiority, but to supplement the labor force, so there were not many cat slaves in the royal court, and most of them were placed in the pasture or the eastern camp.
After the Tiger Tribe was tricked into the underground world, the control over the grassland and the eastern camp declined rapidly, and the cat slaves quickly began to flee - at that time, the Tiger Tribe readily exchanged hundreds of Centaurs for food from the Fire Tribe, also because they really couldn't take care of it.
Last year, Yale from the Big Tent "defected", the Tiger King and the soldiers of the Royal Tent were trapped in the underground world waiting to die. The tiger warriors who stayed in the grassland were increasingly unable to support themselves, and had to abandon most of the grasslands and only retain three places around the Royal Court to feed cattle and sheep. Before winter, they had to choose to release the only remaining cat slaves in the Royal Court - the reason was simple: there was not enough food stored in the Royal Court.
Those with more ambition would rather starve to death than continue to be slaves of the tiger tribe, and they left in groups to seek refuge in other cat tribes; the rest were either small cats who had nowhere to go or had no confidence that they could find other cat tribes alive - at first glance, none of these timid cats were large cats.
Except for a few extremely bad tiger tribes, most tiger tribesmen would not deliberately abuse the laborers who work for them. Of course, they were not friendly at all, but they would be good enough if they could guarantee the minimum food supply and prevent them from starving or freezing to death in large numbers.
After all... the tiger tribe's life was not very good to begin with, and the black beans that the Fire Tribe used as a supplementary food were still one of their staple foods...
Yu nodded, accepting the explanation of the tiger leader. He counted the number of people on the spot, exchanged food, and took the cat slaves into his own camp.
"Don't just stand there, get busy." After pulling dozens of small cats in, Yu saw that Chief Arthur and Xia were still standing there in a daze, so he urged them.
"Oh, yes!" Chief Arthur came back to his senses and quickly called the Snow Wolf Warrior, "Help to boil some water. Where's the chef? Make some soft food for them."
"I'll go get the medicine box." Xia reacted a little slowly, but he knew what he should do first.
Several Snow Wolf warriors immediately set up a stove and started a fire. One of them rolled up his sleeves and said, "Chief Arthur, I can make noodle soup. How about I do it?"
Before Chief Arthur could say anything, Xiaohua said, "No, we can't make something that's irritating and oily. They'll have diarrhea if they eat it. Boil the vermicelli until it's soft. The lighter the taste, the better."
"There's no technical requirement to make this thing..." the soldier who volunteered complained.
"I'll do it when I have a chance!" Chief Arthur glared at him, ran to a wolf-shaped warrior who was resting nearby, and took out a razor, a bottle of disinfectant, and a set of clean white cotton pullover trousers from his saddlebag...
Dozens of small cats were pulled in and stood there blankly, not reacting to anything around them; but after seeing a snow leopard (Chief Arthur) ordering the snow werewolves around and the others obeying her, many of them regained some vitality and followed Chief Arthur's eyes.
Chief Arthur dug out a pile of things and asked people to help move them to a clean place. He then hurried over with a razor and grabbed a small cat standing closer to the fire, forced him to sit down, and put the razor against his head.
"Ah--!" The small cat, which had not reacted until now, was so scared that it waved its arms in resistance when the shiny razor approached.
"Come and help!" Chief Arthur was not unable to control a small cat, but was afraid of hurting the other party, so he hurriedly shouted to the onlookers, "Come with gentle hands and feet!"
The warriors didn't step forward because they were afraid of hurting these extremely weak cats (the worried and angry minotaurs didn't intend to step forward to help). When Chief Arthur shouted, a group of snow werewolves looked at each other, and a few who were confident in their control came out...
"I often play with Qiuqiu and the others, so it should be okay for me to come." A soldier said this and reached out to press the arm of the struggling kitten.
With a "click" sound, the skinny kitten's arm was deformed, and it stopped struggling and fell down and fainted.
warrior:"?!"
Chief Arthur exploded instantly, and with a "meow" he scratched the warrior's face with one claw...
Yu & Xiaohua raised their hands to cover their faces at the same time.
There was no other way, so Yu had to call back the elite warriors who were squatting outside the camp and watching the tigers, and then called Xiaohua, a group of big warriors with relatively stable strength, to carefully shave and wash the fragile little cats...
"Everyone, be careful and careful. Just think of it as us bathing Thrall." Yu gave instructions like an old mother. "Qiuqiu is many times stronger than Thrall, right? These cats are not much stronger than our Thrall. We must be cautious..."
A group of elite warriors who were confident of fighting the Tiger Tribe head-on were forced to sweat profusely...
The kittens were shaved bald, disinfected with hot water, and dressed in the smallest white cotton suits. The soldier who took over the chef's job also cooked the soft clear soup noodles.
Any soldier who wants to be a chef is quite ambitious. The idea of cooking a light clear soup noodle was made into something very fancy by this amateur chef - he put lard, scallion oil, fresh wild vegetables picked from the roadside, and canned bean sprouts (which sprout as they are used) into the fish soup that he made when he camped last night, and then boiled the vermicelli until it was soft, and then added a little bit of sea cucumber, kelp, MSG, and a drop of vinegar.
A bowl of soup and noodles was brought over. The small cats, who were frightened to death by the washing and disinfection process, smelled the smell and their lifeless eyes instantly came alive.
The amateur cook brought a bowl of noodles to a black-footed cat, who was staring at the bowl with his eyes wide open. He squatted down and touched its belly, as if to judge how much the cat could eat... Then he poured half of the clear soup noodles into another bowl and only gave the black-footed cat half a bowl.
The black-footed cat looked at him with an extremely unbelievable look.
"You can't eat so much. You are too small. Our Sal only ate this when he was sick and listless." said the amateur cook seriously.
"Hey, A'yan, you still remember it." Xiaohua was about to call him, but seeing how smart he was, she couldn't help laughing.
"Of course, it's not like I haven't seen Thrall eat before." Ayan, the warrior who wanted to be a cook, said proudly.
This group of small cats included lynx, caracal, black-footed cat, and ocelot. The larger lynx was also extremely skinny, even worse than Qiu who had fled to the Fire Tribe with injuries. Fortunately, they were able to hold on until now. These small cats were indeed physically superior. The clear soup noodles served by the warriors were eaten by them all with relish, without having the most troublesome problem of having no appetite or not being able to eat.
After feeding this group of small cats half full, Xia came forward with the medicine box and asked each person to drink half a bottle of alchemical potion, regardless of whether they were sick or not. Anyway, Carlisle's good friend Tim was very servile and asked someone to send two boxes over every year. No one in the Fire Department was sick or needed this stuff, so it had been stored in Xiao Yun's house.
Outside the camp designated for the Snow Wolf Tribe, the Tiger Tribe warriors watched in silence as the group performed their various magical operations.
The central tent is stationed in the mining area and will not be back until at least tomorrow morning. During this period of time, even if the Snow Wolf Tribe has the Minotaur as a witness and middleman, the Tiger Tribe dare not underestimate these guys who have the ability to turn the royal court upside down or even swallow it up.
After driving all the cat slaves over to exchange for food, the tiger tribe that was squatting on the outskirts of the camp and openly monitoring the snow wolf tribe was divided into two tents.
It was fine to shave the heads of those dirty, smelly, flea-ridden cat slaves, wash them, and change their clothes, and even cook them food that even the tigers couldn't eat and that made people drool from the smell (...) - but the leopard took out a box of alchemical potions and fed them to everyone one by one, isn't that too extravagant and inhumane? !
A few years ago, the Tiger King's Court was a place where many visitors came. Those who came were adventurers who had the strength to go deep into the grassland. They certainly would not be so ignorant that they could not even recognize the alchemical potion.
The two account owners stared with their four golden vertical pupils at Xia, who kept taking out alchemical potions from the box and drinking half a bottle one by one. After this guy took out more than ten bottles without stopping, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on Yu, the manager of the snow wolf tribe.
Yu and the minotaur elder Saladin stood nearby, seemingly discussing something, and ignored the leopard that was wasting alchemical potions.
Two Tiger Clan Account Masters: "..."
