Volume 8: The Sword Points to the Far East Chapter 242 Rules of the Snow Wolf Tribe
The central tent was rushed back overnight on the night when the Snow Wolf tribe's main force arrived. At dawn, Yu saw the only remaining senior officer of the Tiger tribe's royal court.
This middle-level figure looked about the same age as the grassroots clan leader, but a little more haggard, with bloodshot eyes and gray in his hair in human form.
Logically speaking, the tiger tribe's life was originally pretty good. They wouldn't show signs of oldness too quickly, and were considered young and strong before the age of 100. However, this one looked so tired... Obviously , this head of the tent had not had an easy time in the past six months.
While Yu was looking at the other person, the other person was also looking at Yu.
This Snow Wolf warrior, who stood proudly in the Tiger King's court, had a ruddy complexion and was in high spirits. He held a fine steel spear in his hand and wore a well-made armor. Even the leather straps on the armor buckles were polished to be extremely smooth.
"It would take only a dozen or dozens of craftsmen to make only a few sets of armor like this, so they need gray dwarves...?" The tiger tribe's chief realized it in his heart, and his eyes swept to the snow wolf warriors standing not far behind Yu.
All the Snow Wolf warriors in sight were wearing the same standard of sophisticated armor, and there was no difference between ordinary warriors and Yu, an officer.
“——After all, the inheritance has been lost, and even the order and hierarchy are not clear anymore.” Zhongzhang said with some disgust.
This lieutenant commander was not a filler like Yale who had rocketed from the position of lieutenant commander during the war. He had served as lieutenant commander of the royal garrison for thirty years.
This middle accountant has some knowledge about things that people who haven't made it to the core of Yale can't access.
For example... he knew what the Snow Wolf Tribe looked like during the Imperial Era.
The Snow Wolf Clan, like the Tiger Clan, is a race that places great emphasis on internal order and tribal honor. Elite warriors enjoy the highest power and the highest treatment, but are also always ready to sacrifice for the entire tribe.
In the thrilling Far East War that year, not a single adult Snow Wolf retreated into the York Mountains. In the end, they were even able to launch a counterattack with their remaining troops. In addition to covering the retreat of the Tiger Tribe, the Cat Tribe and their own wolf cubs, the Snow Wolf Tribe was simply practicing their pride as the wall of the empire - no Snow Wolf warrior would turn his back on the enemy!
Now, the Snow Wolf Clan, having lost their glorious heritage, has become nothing more than mediocre people, busy and chasing after wealth like humans.
After staring at Yu silently for a few seconds, the tiger tribe member spoke: "Ted."
Yu nodded and extended his hand in a friendly manner: "Yu, some people also call me Maomao."
Ted lowered his eyes from the tent, and did not reject the goodwill shown by the Snow Wolf Tribe. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Yu.
"You want the gray dwarves?" Ted said without further ado, and went straight to the center of gravity.
"Yes, the exchange method is the same as that of the Centaurs." Yu didn't waste any words.
"No." Ted Zhongzhang shook his head slowly. "Gray dwarves and centaurs are different from the trash that only has weight. The same trading method does not apply."
Hearing this, Yu was not surprised at all.
Centaurs are indeed not good at doing any work other than transportation, and they are large in weight. In comparison, gray dwarves, who weigh about the same as humans, are much more useful.
Yu raised one hand, spread out his five fingers, and said simply and domineeringly: "Five times the weight of food in exchange for the gray dwarves."
A few hundred kilograms of grain in exchange for a skilled job, this price is affordable for the Fire Department.
The four account owners who followed the middle account took a deep breath at the same time. The two account owners who had only exchanged cat slaves for an equal amount of food yesterday even felt a little regretful - if these barbarians were willing to be so generous, why didn't they think of raising the price at that time? !
Ted Zhongzhang had no expression on his face. After Yu put his hand down, he whispered two words: "Ten times."
"There's no room for negotiation." Yu was not a sucker, so he shook his head and said, "Either five times the price, or no negotiation, we'll take it ourselves."
"You--!!" an account owner almost cursed out loud.
"Snow Wolf Yu, are you threatening the tiger tribe?" Ted still had no expression in the tent.
"Just stating the facts." Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "When the Tiger Tribe 'took' the tribes of the Centaurs, Gray Dwarves, Cats, and even our Snow Wolf Tribe, did they ever ask for their opinions? The rules on the grassland were originally made by you, and we are just following your rules."
It was fine for Ted to be in the account, but the four account owners who accompanied him were so angry at Yu's honest words that their mouths were crooked and their eyes were squinting...
Elder Saladin, who was standing quietly nearby, couldn't help but laugh.
"How much blood are you snow wolves prepared to shed for the gray dwarves?" Ted didn't react that much in the tent. The cold light in his golden vertical pupils was terrifyingly calm.
"I am not shedding blood for the gray dwarves, but for the rules of the grassland. The two may look similar, but they are different in nature." Yubi was calmer and indifferent, "Over the years, the tribes on the grassland did not abide by the grassland rules of the tauren, but the rules of the tiger tribe. You transferred our warriors to fight, you invaded the eastern part of the centaurs, and you plundered the cat tribe. Whether it is reasonable or not is up to you to decide."
"Since the rules made by the tiger tribe on the grassland are decided by the strong, then now our snow wolf tribe also wants to take over the power to make such rules. How can we shed blood for such a serious matter and shed blood for the gray dwarves?"
This time, Ted stared at Yu in the tent and was silent for more than ten seconds.
When Zhongzhang learned that the Snow Wolf Tribe was trading with the Elves and the Humans, he looked down on the Snow Wolf Tribe in his heart for having become like this.
However, perhaps it was the drastic changes in the Tiger Tribe over the past two years that gave rise to more thoughts in Ted Zhongzhang's mind, especially as he had to guard the empty and lonely royal court day after day and could only dream of the prosperous and bustling era countless times. This made him vaguely feel...what the Tiger Tribe had paid and lost for glory and honor.
And now, this feeling is even more profound - with only a hundred people left in the Tiger Tribe, how can there be any glory or honor to speak of!
Yu, who only speaks the truth, confronts Ted in the face...and then it's time for Xiaohua to appear.
The Li tribe used to have a better life than the grassroots tribes. Xiaohua had grown stronger than Yu. When she walked to the front of Ted's tent and the four other tent owners and stood side by side with Yu, her size was not much smaller than those of the Tiger tribe.
"We, the Snow Wolf Tribe, do not like war." Xiaohua's first sentence won the favor of Saladin, who was listening to the notarization.
Ted in the tent: "..."
For a moment, Ted Zhongzhang hoped very much that these Snow Wolf people could find their heritage and take a good look at what their ancestors were like...
"In particular, we don't want war to happen on the grassland." Xiaohua continued, "The grassland is our important homeland. We hope that all the tribes on the grassland can live a good life in peace and smoothness. All races work together to make this grassland a hometown that is no less beautiful than any distant place."
"The Far East may be good, as may the Western Continent, the Southern Continent, the forests, snow-capped mountains, and the underground world where the elves live. Those places may all be very good, but they have nothing to do with our grassland tribe." Xiaohua's face showed a lively look, and she said firmly, "Those places are also hometowns run by others. If others can do it, then our grassland tribe can do it too!"
Saladin's eyes sparkled, he smiled hideously with great delight, and nodded repeatedly.
The group of tiger-headed people were completely stunned by what Xiaohua said.
Especially Ted in the middle tent, this tiger-headed guy who had been calm before now had his mouth wide open in surprise.
"We will try our best to find solutions other than war for any problem that can be solved without war." Xiaohua changed the subject and her face turned cold. "The Tiger Tribe is also a grassland tribe. We don't want to fight with you, so we are willing to use a more peaceful way to resolve the differences in our concepts. The gray dwarves who come to the grassland to make a living should also be part of the grassland tribe and should not be enslaved or oppressed. We use food to exchange their freedom. This is the peaceful means we prefer to choose."
But if you don't want peace, we, the Snow Wolf Tribe, are not afraid of fighting - Xiaohua didn't need to say these words out loud, as they had already been accurately conveyed to these tiger-headed guys.
Ted's face looked grim, his facial muscles twitched, and his fists clenched and unclenched.
Even if there were still one or two big tents left in the royal court, he wouldn't have to be so embarrassed!
Xiaohua's tongue is much more flexible than Yu's. After a few words of criticism, she immediately changed to a soothing tone and said, "We hope that the status of the gray dwarves as a grassland tribe will be recognized and accepted, and it can be the beginning of peaceful communication, friendly exchanges, mutual assistance, and unity among all grassland tribes. We all make a living on this land, so there is really no need for us to fight and kill each other. We should sit down and discuss issues that can be discussed, exchange what we have, and trade. Isn't this better than fighting each other? The royal court has also opened its doors to welcome visitors from all over the world, and outsiders have been treated in a friendly manner. Why should we be so harsh on the races living on the same land?"
When one of the account owners heard this, he couldn't help but whispered, "Middle account...!"
Ted didn't look back in the tent, still staring at Yu and Xiaohua.
It only takes him a thought to decide whether to bow his head or not.
Although the Snow Wolf Clan is strong, they are quite tolerant, at least much more tolerant than the Tiger Clan when it was strong.
Ted's tightly clenched fists gradually loosened, his shoulders slumped slightly, and the breath of air in his heart silently, slowly, and irreversibly relaxed and dissipated...
——The tiger tribe, with only eight tents and more than a hundred people left, really can't afford the losses!
"... Then, five times the food."
The four account owners all breathed a sigh of relief, and the tiger warriors standing behind them only dared to let the sweat flow down.
After agreeing to the deal, Ted Zhongzhang did not evade his responsibilities, hide somewhere else and wait for the Snow Wolf Tribe to leave, but personally came forward and brought the Snow Wolf people to the mining area to receive the Gray Dwarves.
As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, the Tiger King’s court is no longer glorious, but its wealth is quite substantial - there are actually thousands of gray dwarves stationed in their two underground mines!
Obviously, most of the gray dwarves who escaped from the underground world to the grassland, except for a few lucky ones like Baru and his friends, were looted by the tiger tribe and put into their pockets...
With so many gray dwarves, the food brought by the warriors was not enough to exchange for them. After discussing, Yu and Xiaohua found Ted's tent again and asked if they could take all the people away first and then send the remaining food over.
On this point, Ted was not stingy - the guarantee of the Tauren was one thing, but the main reason was that it was difficult for them to raise so many gray dwarves, and it would be a loss if they starved to death. If the Snow Wolf Tribe could take them away earlier, they would feel less pressure.
In addition to the gray dwarves, there are also hundreds of goblin miners in the tiger tribe's mining area. Yu and Xiaohua didn't say a word about this batch of goblins, and quietly packed them all up... The tiger tribe didn't regard the goblins as real slaves at all. The gray dwarves and cats could get a regular meal, but the goblins had to find insects and mice to fill their stomachs. Even if they starved to death, if they died in an inconspicuous place, no one would notice it.
Dozens of small cats, thousands of gray dwarves, and more than four hundred goblins packed up, leaving behind most of the food carried by the warriors, and the Snow Wolf army prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Yu met Ted again in his tent.
Ted's attitude towards Yu in the tent was very cold, but Yu didn't care... His words were irritating, and he knew it himself.
But no matter how hard he tried to say something nice, with Yu's personality, he would feel uncomfortable if he was not allowed to say what he wanted to say; although Ted gave him a cold face in the tent, Yu still advised him very earnestly: "We Snow Wolf people believe in a saying, forgetting war will lead to danger, and loving war will lead to death. So many of you have died, so cherish the remaining people. How many of your people can afford to die if you always want to fight with others?"
The faces of the eight Tiger Clan leaders (the four accounts in the mining area were also moved back) changed drastically, and they hurried forward to hold Ted's central account, who had gone berserk instantly...
Xiaohua dragged Yu away with a look of annoyance...
After leaving the tiger royal court, the warriors did not rush back home, but continued to carry out their next mission - to find the cat tribe and collect as many cats as possible.
Just as the warriors were running around collecting cats, three foreign merchants appeared on the other side of the York Mountains, in the Far East Orc Empire, near the southern coastal area of the former Snake Peninsula, and on the golden plains ruled by the Lion Tribe.
The Golden Plains of the Lion Tribe in the Far East has the same name as the Golden Plains in the neighboring continent, but compared to the neighboring continent of Bradrick, the Golden Plains in the Far East is much larger and the lion tribe living there is more prosperous.
For example, the Golden Plains of Bradrick are large grasslands like the Cursed Land, but in the Golden Plains in the Far East, you can see large tracts of farmland on the side of the road just by walking a short distance.
Well... intensive farming is of course impossible, so these farmlands are basically in a situation of "grass is thick and seedlings are sparse"...
"The Bradrick Continent is different from our Bloomfield. The power of the Church there is ridiculously large. Not to mention the black magicians, there are a lot of restrictions on the travel of spellcasters."
Primo sat on the back of the six-legged lizard. His image was completely changed into a shrewd businessman with a beard. With his hands in his sleeves, he slowly said to the two people sitting behind him: "When Sean was young, he went to Bradrick to travel. That's where I met him. At that time, he had a conflict with a local priest and sneaked to the priest's house to take revenge. It happened that I was also lurking in the priest's house... ahem, no, to get information, so we bumped into each other-"
"Squat? Are you planning to steal something?"
The talking Wool was wearing a handsome traveler's leather armor and a turban on his head covering his white wolf ears. He looked like a handsome young man.
Ranking the appearance of the Snow Wolf Clan, ignoring gender, Dahe is first, and Yangmao is second... Even green grass is not as handsome as Yangmao.
Rosemary was wearing a medium-length robe, a small vest and a windproof hood. She looked shy and had the temperament of a servile apprentice.
Hearing Yangmao say this, the lazy guy twitched his lips and said with dead fish eyes: "Yangmao, why don't you learn from anyone else? Why learn to be irritating from Maomao? Maomao dares to confront others casually because others can't beat him. If you learn from him, you will be unlucky."
Yangmao was over 20 years old, and had learned to be more stable like Xiao Yun, but he was still a bit naughty at heart. He immediately retorted, "That's better than you. I've never seen anyone who could offend Ayun, Qingyan, and Hongye at the same time."
"I didn't mean to make Hongye angry. Who knew she cared so much about letters from strangers!" Rosemary defended herself with a look of grievance.
Primo came to the Far East on a mission this time, and he brought wool with him to facilitate his dealings with the fox tribe. Although the fox sage looked stupid at first, these guys are no less vigilant than the cat tribe.
As for Rosemary... she was just a habitual bitch and pissed off a lot of people, so she was kicked out - the cat clan is not a race that likes to move away from their birthplace - even Hongye, who is so good-tempered, got angry, so Xiao Yun had to appease his capable manager anyway. Besides, he has been unhappy with this snow leopard for more than a day or two.
Primo turned back lazily and rolled his eyes at Rosemary: "If those strangers wrote to you and sent you gifts every season, you would definitely cherish them a hundred times more than Hongye."
With the popularity of the travelogue of "Elf Ranger", Crest has gained a lot of reputation. As the biggest supporting character with a lot of screen time, Hongye can naturally take advantage of the popularity. In addition, the readers who benefit from "Elf Ranger" are generally wealthy. Even if they are not wealthy originally, they can have more money if they follow it faithfully for a few years and can afford the high "postage" of the Bards' Guild. Hongye, who is living in the remote grassland, can also receive a lot of letters from readers and gifts of varying sizes.
Rosemary choked.
Primo looked at Yang Mao again and slapped her headscarf: "What do you mean by stealing? How can you call it stealing to rob the rich and give to the poor? You are so ignorant!"
"I didn't say anything wrong, why are you scolding me?" Yang Mao quickly straightened his headscarf and muttered back.
"I think Ayun just doesn't scold you enough." Primo raised his chin. "When Moss Ruhua made a mistake, he would scold her to death and he wouldn't stop until she cried. But you, you just say a few words and that's it. I really don't know what's so special about you, a little kid!"
Yang Mao suddenly felt a little proud...
Among the underage cubs in the tribe, with the exception of A Yue's younger brother A Shui who was particularly honest, almost all the others had been dealt with by Xiao Yun - no matter how old these wolf cubs were, they were really naughty!
Yang Mao is also a bit naughty, but she is only naughty about trivial matters. She has never made any mistakes in important matters, so she is treated very differently by Xiao Yun. This time, when she is let out to "play", only Yang Mao can catch Xiao Yun's eye.
Well... of course, there is also the reason of the fledgling complex. After all, when Xiao Yun first traveled through time, apart from Uncle Ashan, he spent the most time with Yang Mao - he picked up cow dung together with Yang Mao.
The three of them sat on six-legged lizards loaded with goods and chatted along the way. At dusk, they finally arrived at the lion city on the golden plains.
The biggest feature of the cities in the Orc Empire is that they do not have city walls.
The reason is...Human cities need to build walls. In addition to defending against foreign enemies, their biggest function is to prevent wild beasts and bandits.
As for the Orc Empire, the residents in the cities are the best defense against wild beasts and bandits - if the Orc bandits want to commit a crime, they will run to the sea or hide in the wilderness, break into the city and loot... It is best not to consider such dangerous things.
In the outer suburbs of Lion City, the houses and courtyards of the locals are built extremely casually. From a distance, they look like loosely assembled building blocks. If there is any special feature, it is that the roads between the buildings are very wide, at least more than 30 meters.
As we approached, the differences between the Lion City and the human city became more and more obvious: lions could be seen lazily lying down to cool off on both sides of the road and in the empty spaces between buildings. The number of lions in animal form was at least twice as many as the number of lions in human form...
Of course, although the orcs have a strong sense of territory, they will not reject outsiders. When a group of three people were riding six-legged lizards slowly passing through this suburb, they saw a bear family of four sitting in the yard. Two chubby cubs even climbed onto the wall and barked at the three people passing by.
"Don't respond." Primo glared at Yangmao.
Yangmao was about to shout "Awooo" but quickly closed his mouth.
Rosemary couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, a half-grown lion came walking from the side of the road and saw Rosemary . It seemed to smell the scent of the "invading big cat" and immediately stopped, gave a threatening look, and flicked its tail.
Rosemary immediately got angry and wanted to jump up.
Primo acted quickly and slapped Rosemary to the ground.
“It’s really annoying!”
rosemary:"……"
So, cats hate going out, okay?!
Or come to another big cat's territory!!
Without city walls and no restrictions on entry and exit, there is naturally no city gate tax.
But tolls still have to be collected. When the six-legged lizard walked out of the more chaotic self-built houses in the suburbs and entered the urban area with a slightly more sophisticated layout, it saw a small table on the side of the road with a chair behind the table. A strong man with golden hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a lazy look was sitting on the chair, dozing off with his chin supported by his hand.
In front of the table, there was a basket half a person's height, with most of the basket filled with coins scattered around.
When passing this "toll station", Primo took out his purse from his arms, counted out two silver coins, and threw them into the basket.
The dozing lion raised his eyelids to look at the three people on the six-legged lizard, then drooped his eyelids and continued to doze off.
"The lions are lazy. As long as the tolls are not much different, they don't bother to argue." Primo explained to his two ignorant companions, "But if you don't follow their rules and try to take advantage of them, the lions will be very ruthless. Because they feel that they are forced to do extra 'labor' and suffer a loss, so they want to make up for it."
Rosemary's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Look, these golden retrievers are pretty good. I like this easy-to-use style."
Yangmao shook his head. "This kind of mentality is too bad, especially when they don't keep accounts when they collect money. What can we do if something goes wrong? Last time, Dashui's farm didn't keep accounts for a batch of farm machinery, which caused Xuehua and the others to check and reconcile the accounts for several days. Ah Yun was so angry that he made Dashui wear a yellow vest with a slogan "I am a fool who forgot to keep accounts" sewn on the back for half a month, which made others tense up. If the Lion Tribe comes to us, we won't have enough yellow vests to share."
rosemary:"……"
He suddenly had the idea of defecting to the Lion Tribe...
