Twenty Sided Dice

The rangers in the team said that the lion's meat was not tasty, but it could be eaten when hungry, and the adults were willing to cook it if they wanted to taste it. But Siegel argued otherwise, having the rangers dispose of the lion's guts and using a spell to protect the rest from the threat of rapists.

"This could be a gift to the Rhino tribe," Siegel had planned.

Fortunately, many of the people at the outpost grew up on the grasslands and were familiar with the etiquette here. They say lion skins are precious but only used by those who kill the lion. If given to others, it is considered a threat of force. A more appropriate way is to invite the other party to send craftsmen to help them process the lion skin, and then pay the tail as a reward to symbolize friendship.

"Okay, let's do it this way." Evan was purely for fun and didn't care about the result of the lion's skin.

They passed the rolling hills like a boat passing through waves. But they soon found a small river, and the walk along the bank was much smoother, and other tribes were often seen. Their low grass huts could do nothing but lie down and sleep in them. No wonder they couldn't see any settlements from the outpost from the starting point. It turned out that they all used this natural cover.

These people looked at Siegel's nine-clawed squid flag with frightened eyes, not knowing what kind of monster it was. They had never seen the sea, but they could sense danger from the tentacles dancing in the wind. At Moore's suggestion, Siegel agreed to change the flag, removing the nine-clawed squid, and using the flag of Viscount More of the starting point outpost: a one-eyed painted iron shield with a crossed mace and a long back on it. sword.

Seeing this flag, the residents put on smiles and gathered around to exchange things. Swap rock salt, cotton cloth and ale for fresh milk, straw hats, and scallops.

Because there is a task at hand, the transaction time is very short, but it is enough to obtain the intelligence ahead. The blind date meeting of the Niu Rhino Tribe attracted many participants. "Long queues from sunrise to sunset," they say.

Among them were the warriors of the barbarians of the high mountains, and the cunning horsemen of the barbarians of the lowlands. There are gray dwarves who have climbed up from the ground. Trying to **** the flowers from the grasslands, there are also tigermen and bearmen riding camels from the Burning Desert, thinking that the grasslands are also their territory. But the most dangerous are the eagle men sleeping in the sky, with wings and eyes as sharp as torches. But the woman on the prairie can't fly. She will fall to her death.

Siegel looked at Moore and asked, "Have you seen these people? Are they also residents of Caohai?"

Moore shook his head: "I just heard some stories, but I always thought they were legends." He began to sweat on his head, and everyone could see clearly: "I didn't expect this to be true..."

"Should we just turn around and go back? Then I'll find you a beautiful and virtuous virgin from the daughters of the southern lords to be your wife?" Siegel teased.

"No!" Moore raised his head. "The knight will never give up without a fight!"

They quickened their speed, leaving the low thatched tent and the cool river water far behind, and rushed to the Rhinoceros tribe as early as possible. Fortunately, the weather was beautiful, the wind was bright and the sun was shining along the way, and the bright sun and blue sky had been shrouded overhead. Following the guide's guidance, they found the deep blue Lake of Tears of God. And saw the camp of the rhinoceros tribe by the lake.

It was a prosperous tribe, they had tents made of canvas instead of straw mats, they had stoves made of bricks instead of rubble, and they had a fruit tree. There are two hundred tents, which means thousands of people. These tents are set up along the lake shore for easy access to water. A little further away is reserved for livestock, which are fenced off with straw ropes in case they encounter wild animals or get lost.

Although the Niu Rhino Tribe is willing to entertain guests from afar, not all guests pay attention to honor and etiquette. Therefore, outsiders are arranged in places across the lake from the tribe, far away from the living camps and captive cattle and sheep. According to the number of people. One serving of cheese is provided for every five people, and one roast lamb is given to every ten people, but the same clan seeking marriage can only have two servings of cheese and one sheep per day.

If it was in the Starry Kingdom or the New World, such a reception would be shabby. But in this vast grassland, the survivors have their own wisdom. They don't have city walls and castles to protect them, so naturally they have to be careful to guard against the assembled outsiders. Therefore, when such gatherings are held, they will not invite or send too many people to avoid misunderstandings.

More naturally knew about this custom, but he didn't mention it. in his heart. Siegel's safety took precedence over everything else, and of course the ridicule his flag might attract. When the group came to the stationed area according to the guide, there were endless laughter and provocation.

"What are they talking about?" Evan leaned over to Siegel, tilted his head and asked, "I don't like the way they look."

"This time I'm here to help Moore marry a bride, so don't steal his limelight." Siegel rubbed Evan with his elbow and explained, "Who said you were the king, but this is not the Kingdom of Stars. If you disturb the country, I will never agree to it.”

"Am I such a ignorant person?" Evan rolled his eyes and replied angrily, "Moll is a good guy, but he's too nervous in front of you. I'll help him, but you Promise me one thing too."

Evan raised his little finger and gestured at the surroundings with a provocative gesture, attracting countless curses that he could not understand. Then the king said proudly to Siegel: "Call me when there is a fight, it should be fast to see this scene."

"They are barbarians, but they are not fools." Siegel said to Evan: "Even fools have an intuition about danger, and at least they understand that we are the crowd. I follow the wizard master. You will understand when you are there, those who take the initiative to provoke you have ulterior motives, so don’t have the same knowledge as them.”

"Go, you are a mage and naturally think a lot. According to my temper, I cleaned up one by one. It's uncomfortable in my eyes." Evan patted the dust of stars and said to Siegel: "Hurry up and take me The bonfire is fixed, I'm so excited right now, before every battle."

Just as he was talking, Moore came over on horseback. He gave Evan a hard look, and reprimanded: "You are just a swordsman instructor, why are you making a fool of yourself? Many of these people are unreasonable and do not understand etiquette. What should the lord do?"

Evan smiled at Siegel, gave him a soft thumbs up, and said to More, "Mr. Viscount, I was so angry that I couldn't hold back. What should I do now?"

"Be low-key, enter the camp and arrange an escort."

Evan shook his head and said to Moore: "You are a loyal and good boy, but you still don't understand what a real noble does. Go and ask your family, then you will know what's wrong."

He caught his belly and ran to the front of the team on his own, leaving behind the unknown Mole.

"In war, you can hide your strength in a low-key way and achieve better results, but when others don't know you and need to show your strength, your low-key will only cause unnecessary trouble." Siegel He patiently explained to Moore: "The reason why knights want fresh clothes and angry horses, and why nobles want to hold high banners is actually telling others that I am not easy to mess with. If you have the ability to solve troubles, but you keep a low profile Look like, and then expect trouble to stay away from you, isn't it self-deceiving? There has always been only one who pinched butterflies, not hedgehogs. Take the confidence of Lord Viscount, you have the starting point outpost behind you, and the entire Helm collar to support you, you I'm here to marry a wife, it should be the focus of everyone's attention, don't fall into prestige like a thief!"

Moore nodded, thinking several times to hold his head high, but all collapsed. "Lord Lord, I can't shake my prestige in front of you, and it always feels wrong."

"Okay, let's talk at the camp." Siegel could understand his feeling. After all, the wedding is about to begin, and all around are "enemies". Those tribal residents on the road were right, and there were indeed some strange races.

He saw bear-men, tiger-men, and lion-men, tall and hairy, still retaining the habits of animals. These are actually lycanthropes, that is, patients affected by lycanthropy. The disease can be found in races such as humans, elves, dwarves, etc. It is very difficult to cure and has the potential to be passed on to the next generation with reproduction.

Lycanthropy will affect the patient's psychology and living habits to a certain extent, but it will not completely change his thinking and intelligence. Because there has never been a large-scale outbreak of lycanthropy in the New World, it is very likely that the lycanthropes who came to the Niurhino tribe were the descendants of patients who migrated here in the past to avoid the eyes of ordinary people.

But even in the classics of the Mages Association ~www.readwn.com~ there is no record of harpyka. Siegel deliberately observed it, thinking that it should be other races disguised as lycanthropes. Looking at the skin under his feathers, there are still purplish red marks, and his eyes are sulphur-like yellow, which is very likely to be of **** or purgatory blood, or a demon descendant who manifests blood.

But the most dangerous among them are not these people, but the gray dwarves entrenched in the corner of the camp. They are distant relatives of the dwarves in blood, but completely different in culture and customs. Both men and women are bald and spend all day underground, doing everything possible to gain wealth. These methods include theft, robbery, extortion, frame-up, and murder. This is a group of pure bad guys, and if there are good people, it is as difficult to light a fire from the water element.

Fortunately, the sky is now clear, and the bright sun makes them uncomfortable. The grey dwarves sheltered from the sun in their tents, leaving only two hapless companions on guard outside. Tightly wrapped in taupe, they wore blackout hoods, their grey eyes poking around, and they didn't seem to care about their own things, but to take stock of other people's wealth.

I believe that when the sun goes down and night rules the sky, these gray dwarves will start to move. It just so happened that Evan didn't have to sleep tonight, didn't he say he wanted to fight? (To be continued.)

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