The Lord of the Worlds of Civilization

While muttering to themselves, a footstep sound came from a distance, causing the two people who were talking to stop their voices at the same time.

I saw a young man in linen clothes walking over at this time.

If there is anything special about this young man's appearance, it should be that his hair is brown.

The barbarians in the bitter cold land are actually very mixed.

There are people like Jie Zichuan, with black hair and black eyes, who are basically no different from their Central Plains people.

There are also people like Harold with red hair and beards.

Or someone with blue eyes like Hill.

In comparison, this brown-yellow hair is more common.

The young Azabu man who walked in looked at Hill and Harold who were imprisoned, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

You know, these two, they used to be aloof, the big leaders who could decide the life and death of these low-level tribes with a single word!

Think about how they looked aloof at the time, and look at what they look like now.

A strong sense of pleasure rose up in the heart of the young Azabu man...

"What about the two major tribes? Wasn't it finally defeated by the army of our Wanjie civilization?"

After a period of worry-free life, the young linen, who already regarded himself as a member of the civilization of the world, said this with contempt and savage language.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he found that Harold in the cell was staring at him with those brown-red eyes!

As the leader of the Ice Bear Tribe, Harold has accumulated power for a long time after all.

Now stared at him like that.

The linen young man suddenly panicked, and the steps under his feet took two steps back unconsciously.

The Azabu youth who came back to his senses looked ugly for a while, and scolded himself for being too unsatisfactory in his heart.

But there was no further action.

After all, the guards in this cell are not decorations.

Before His Majesty's order, even if it is a prisoner, it is not something he can bully at will.

He directly put the two steamed buns and two glasses of water in his hand outside the cell.

Then he walked out of the cell without looking back.

After watching the young Azabu disappear without a shadow, Harold, who was leaning against the cell, twitched his lips...

"I didn't expect this kind of stuff to come out of our northern tribes!"

"You should think about it from a different angle."

Hill was obviously not as resentful as Harold.

Ice blue eyes fell on the steamed bun outside the cell.

She is full of curiosity about the things in Wanjie Civilization.

She had never seen something like this fat and white before in the bitter cold land.

Take a few steps closer.

Hill stretched out his hand between the bars of the cell and picked up the steamed bun.

It's cold outside, so it should have gotten a lot cooler on the way here.

But when I started, it still felt warm.

Subconsciously pinched, soft.

This can't help but make Hill feel a burst of novelty in his heart.

After all, in their bitter cold land, most things are cold and hard.

"This, it should be food, right?"

"probably."

While speaking, Harold also stepped up in two steps.

Compared with this steamed bun, he is obviously more concerned about what Hill said just now...

"You said just now that I should think about it from a different angle. What exactly does that mean?"

Hill ignored him, but pulled off the animal skin covering most of his face, and then brought the steamed bun to his nose and smelled it.

This bun has a strange smell.

She didn't know how to describe it better.

But when she smelled the smell, her stomach started to groan in pain.

His life had already fallen into the hands of the other party, and Hill was not worried that the other party would do anything in the food.

He opened his mouth and took a big bite.

The moment she entered the steamed bun, the fluffy and soft taste made her eyes light up for a while.

After a quick chew, the steamed buns did not have any obvious taste at first, except for the taste that made Hill feel astonished.

But while chewing, she inexplicably tasted a hint of sweetness.

The appearance of Hill eating steamed buns inexplicably aroused the greed in Harold's stomach.

He wasn't really that hungry.

But looking at it, he looks hungry...

Just like yawning is contagious, hunger is sometimes contagious.

He grabbed the steamed bun that belonged to him.

As soon as he took a sip, Harold raised his eyebrows.

This soft taste is really incredible for them who are used to eating cold and hard food.

Harold, who had finished the steamed bun, leaned back in the cell with a contented expression.

Seeing this scene, Hill glanced at him, and then said lightly...

"That's why."

"what?"

Harold had a confused expression on his face, completely ignoring what Hill meant.

"The man just now was originally from our northern tribe, but now he is loyal to the southerners, and he has even completely regarded himself as a southerner. That's why."

While speaking, Hill raised the last mouthful of steamed buns in his hand, and then spoke again unhurriedly...

"When the southerners are strong, let them live a better life. They don't have to bear the oppression of wind and snow, and they can still eat such food. If it is you, are you loyal?"

"This……"

Facing Hill's rhetorical question, Harold only felt like he was stuck in his throat.

The expression on his face was full of distress and confusion.

In the end, he simply stopped talking, just closed his eyes and leaned in the cell without saying a word.

After a long time, Hill did not see his Harold who took the initiative to take care of him.

The fog that filled his head made his heart twist for a while.

In the end, he quietly opened his eyes to a slit, and glanced at Hill secretly.

Then I saw that fellow Hill was looking at the water container with a serious face...

Harold couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Is this the time to study this? Is there anything you can do?"

Glancing at the impatient Harold, Hill's calm and cold voice sounded again...

"If there is a way, there is another one."

Harold was shocked when he heard this.

"any solution?"

"Negotiate terms."

"Talk about conditions?"

Harold, who got this answer, only felt his head swell up several times!

"How to talk? We have all fallen into the hands of the other party, and the warriors in the tribe have basically been captured. How can we negotiate terms with those southerners?"

Faced with a somewhat excited Harold, Hill's voice was still calm...

"Of course, use what the other party wants."

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4Chapter 16. Bragging

Mirror City

"Your Majesty, the latest battle report from White River City."

"Bring it up."

Received the battle report presented by the guard.

Although Luo Ji believed that the battle situation in White River City should be guaranteed, but the action of dismantling the battle report was still a little bit faster.

After seeing the news of the great victory of the orc army, the corner of his mouth unconsciously evoked a shallow arc.

However, the content of the battle report obviously does not stop there.

Continue to look down, the soldier casualty statistics of this battle have also been done.

The mammoths and ice bears are indeed very ferocious.

On the premise of sending an army of orcs, the number of casualties of this soldier was much higher than Luo Ji had expected.

And the more than 30 barrels of kerosene that were consumed made Luo Ji's face full of pain.

It was not until he saw the number of barbarians captured that his expression finally softened.

At least according to the number of people, the number of barbarian warriors captured so far is quite satisfactory to him.

The most important thing is that these barbarian warriors can be directly thrown into the barracks to join the army.

For now, replenishing troops is also a top priority for Luo Ji.

In comparison, the mammoth, as a special war unit, can capture it, which is indeed a good thing.

But actually Luo Ji wasn't particularly happy.

The reason is very simple, similar war units, he already has Elephant Human Race.

And from the results, the strength of the elephant man is obviously stronger than that of the mammoth.

As such, the existence of mammoths was, at most, the icing on the cake for Luo Ji.

On the contrary, the ice bear warriors seemed to be quite numerous.

If you can get a special army of several hundred people, the value is definitely higher than that of the mammoth.

But even if this matter has to be tossed, it has to continue to the back row.

Right now, these barbarians have just been captured, so they can't be in a hurry.

The battle report that was sent was written on three pages in total.

The first two pages are the official report, and the last page is Zhang Lue's request for instructions.

There are two things to ask for.

One was to ask Luo Ji to allow him to lead his troops into the mountains and forests of the Northland to conduct a search.

The population of the entire northern tribe is definitely more than that.

The rest should be all stationed in the mountains and forests of the Northland.