It was late at night, but Hongpine Manor was not silent.

The Venettas went back to rest after eating and drinking, but the Heds' banquet would not end like this.

After checking the preparations for the last time, Winters fell on the bed with his tired body. He was about to hurry up and take a break, but he couldn't sleep at all.

It was not because he was nervous, but because it was too noisy - the Hurds seemed to be unhappy just by eating and drinking, so they began to beat the skin drums and sing songs again.

Winters' sleep is very light, and he can't fall asleep with a little sound - the caster's sleep is generally poor - not to mention the uninterrupted noise pollution of the Heds.-

Lying on the bed and tossing and turning for a long time, but he just couldn't sleep anyway. Several times, as soon as he stepped into the threshold of his dream, he was pulled out by the drums and singing outside the house.

After being woken up several times during the half-sleeping and half-awake, Winters became more and more angry. He wanted to brew some sleep-aid herbs, but after exploring for a long time, he remembered that he had given all the herbs to Kalman.

Winters was so angry that he threw his pillow to the ground: "[The vulgar words of incompetence and furious]! What are you going to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night!"

He simply stopped sleeping. Winters put on his coat and kicked open the door, and angrily found the old man Hestas, who was vaguely the spiritual leader of this group.

"Are you going to come to our banquet too? Mr. Montagne?" Hestas sat happily by the campfire and looked at the dark-faced Winters with a smile.

Seeing this old man Hurd, Winters was angry and didn't make a fuss. In his neurasthenia, his rationality could no longer restrain his urge to curse: "Why don't you take a good rest before you set out to do some tricks here?"

Hearing Winters' vulgar words, Hestas was not angry and still smiled: "The banquet must be finished. In the language of our Hurds, the word "banquet" consists of two words "eat" and "laughing". It is not enough to just have a big meal. The banquet is an important part of the life of Hurds. These children have never attended the banquet since they were sold here."

Winters was embarrassed to swear words after reaching out and not beating the smiling person.

On the bonfire, several Hudd men danced, and Hestas looked at the dancers beside the fire in a daze.

It is completely different from Venetta's ballroom dance. The Heds are dancing fiercely and unrestrainedly. In Winters's view, it is not so much a dance as a show of his physical fitness.

The Hud men kicked the ground, swung their arms and slapped their chests and calves. They either squatted or jumped up, completing difficult dance moves one after another.

Even Winters, who came with anger, was sucked away by this unrestrained and intense dance.

"This is 'Kurvaletta'." Hestas said in a daze: "Run to the Dance of the Styx."

"What is Styx?" Winters asked with some uncertainty.

"It is a river that separates the living and the dead. In our legend, after the dead crosses the Styx, they can never return to the earth." Hestas said lightly: "Young people, they are dancing the dance of death. We are determined to die, but please keep your promise to send the women and children back to the land of the Heards."

Winters mutely: "I never trust promises and vows, but all I can give you is promises. If I am still alive, I will arrange for them to go home in person. If I die, the Serbiati Legion commander will be in charge of this matter, and I have left him a letter."

"I trust you because I know you are a person with a sense of honor." Hestas sighed and said, "Just send women and children back. Nothing is more important to a tribe than women and children. Even if all men die, as long as the women and children survive, the tribe will soon be able to revive."

"But can it be possible without men in the tribe protecting them?"

Hestas smiled: "The Hud people here all come from different tribes, many of them were originally enemies, and when they returned to the grassland, they would naturally return to their relatives."

"Who are you?"

"Me? I'm just a shaman without a tribe." Hustas changed his seat and stopped looking at Winters: "It's just that on the land of aliens, I found my own tribe again."

Winters' heart moved, and he sat down and asked, "Did you mean a wizard?"

"No, the shaman is just the person responsible for communicating with the gods. As for the magician you mentioned... there are no magicians in the Hed."

"But you can do things that others can't do, right?" Winters asked repeatedly: "I saw that you made oil spontaneously ignite. If you don't have enough attainment in fire burning techniques, you will definitely not be able to do this."

"Some shamans can do things that others cannot do." Hestas said calmly: "But these are all gifts from the gods. Only when the gods choose us can we use these abilities."

Winters slapped himself in the thigh hard, and for the first time he came into contact with another magic system, his voice trembling: "What is your training mode? I mean... how did you choose the children who were gifted by the gods, and how did you make their abilities grow?"

Hestas looked at Winters with a smile, but said nothing.

There are divine art users in this world, and there are many divine art users in the public church. The Sanwu Association does not agree with the existence of gods, but the effect of divine art is real, which leads to the unconsistent theory of the alliance caster's unsatisfactory.

In this regard, there is an assumption that the magical war situation is circulating: that is, the divine artifact users are also spellcasters, but their system of using the spellcaster's abilities is different from that of the alliance spellcaster.

But this assumption can only be left to the assumption that divine art is the secret of the public church. The magical battle situation cannot be known about the content of the divine art system, nor can it be found that the priest's corpse is dissected.

But now, Winters discovered that there is a similar system of divine art among alien races outside of "civilization". People who claim to be civilized do not think that divine art users and magicians can also be among the wild nomads, but the old man in front of him can also use abilities similar to divine art.

Perhaps this kind of foreign magic can be used to break through the system of the divine art of the public church. Thinking of this, Winters was almost trembling with excitement.

But the thin and black old man in front of him looked at Winters with a smile and said nothing.

Looking at the other party's smiley mouth and playful eyes, Winters was deflated. Since the public church strictly kept the secret of divine arts, the Hudders' shamans were the same.

"Can't say it, right?" Winters sighed.

"Can you tell you, but can you keep it a secret for me?"

Suddenly, he became more energetic, and Winters nodded repeatedly: "Yes, of course."

"Well, I can, too."

Winters, who was choked and couldn't speak, stood up, patted the dirt and grass on his pants, and said angrily: "You guys keep going, I'm going back to bed."

"Young man, why should I sleep for a long time before I die? I will sleep forever after I die." Hestas looked very happy now.

"Yes, if you don't sleep well when you're alive, you will naturally be buried in the soil and sleep soon." Winters immediately rushed back. He suddenly thought about something and asked the old man with a strange look: "I said, you have eaten meat, drunk wine, and danced. According to this atmosphere, should you...?"

He didn't say exactly what it was, but he half-clenched his fist with his left hand, and then inserted it a few times with his middle finger of his right hand.

Under normal conditions, Winters would never make such obscene actions, but he was not only nervous but also in a very bad mood. The rational dam had collapsed, and now he just wanted to disgust the old bastard in front of him.

Hestas smiled and replied calmly, "I think, probably."

"Tomorrow we will have to fight the Tanirians. If your people don't have a good rest tonight, drink, dance and have a day. I'm going to criticize, can you still have the strength to fight tomorrow?" The old man's attitude made Winters angry.

Unexpectedly, the old shaman did not think it was offended at all and said generously: "Men will go to the death tomorrow. Do you think it is reasonable to not let them last with the woman? No one of them will come back tomorrow, so naturally they have to find a way to pass on their bloodlines. The same goes for you. If you die tomorrow, your bloodline will be broken. Don't you feel regretful? Well... If you want, I can also help you with the thread. I think there will be some women who like your good body."

If it were the usual virgin Winters, he might have blushed to his ears now. However, the sleep-deprived Winters has been occupied by another personality. He fights back viciously: "You Hudder shamans are still responsible for pulling the skin?"

"It is normal for women to be attracted to men as men to be attracted to women. If a girl wants you, it means you are attractive, which is a thumbs up to you." The old shaman Hestas said with a natural expression.

Winters suddenly realized: Either the old man's face had reached a certain level, or the old man's spiritual realm had surpassed him several levels.

Anyway, no matter how vicious he said, it would not hurt the old man a little.

"You are tall and strong, and you seem to be a chosen one. It is a great thing for my tribe to bring the chosen one's blood. Is it wrong to pass on a better bloodline?" The old shaman asked seriously: "If you don't need a good horse to match a mare, do you still use a slow horse to match?"

The old man's serious fallacies and evil sayings and a series of rainbow farts made Winters unable to even speak under his vicious personality. Winters blushed and retorted: "Humans are humans! Not beasts!"

"There is no difference between humans and animals." Hestas said with a faint smile: "Good people are the best animals, and bad people are the worst animals. The stallions in the horses are always fighting for mating rights, and the men in the tribe also want to pass on their own blood. Humans are animals, and there is not much difference."

"Humans and animals are different." Winters wanted to refute, but he suddenly felt that the intensity of this sentence was too low.

Let’s take a look at the survival status of these Hed slaves and Senas contract slaves. Are they really treated as adults by the Kalman family? They are humans, but they are also animals walking upright, and their ownership does not even belong to them.

"Humans also have animal instincts, but unlike animals, they can suppress their instincts." Winters knew that such words could not convince the other party. He thought for a while and said with a smile: "I have a good friend who is taller than me and stronger than me. He has a long arms and legs, a tiger's back and a beehive waist, and is also a top swordsman. If you have the chance in the future, I will introduce him to you to breed."

The old shaman nodded happily.

Thinking of Axel, Winters not only sighed. But just one and a half months later, life in the military academy seemed to be a dream.

Two months ago, I would never have thought that I would hide in an enemy island on the sea two months later, and would lead a small group of slaves and remnants to fight against the enemy.

What is Axel doing now?

Winters was gone, and even had no thoughts of anger. All he felt was fatigue.

He bowed to Mustas, and the old shaman straightened his back and accepted calmly.

Winters turned and left, returning to his temporary residence.

He kicked his boots and fell on the bed and fell asleep soon.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know where he came from, Winters entered a arena, carrying a shield and a spear, and the person next to him was applying olive oil to him.

Olive oil starts to apply on the feet, then on the waist, then on the chest, and then... where is the fucking touching!

Something that is applied to olive oil... is the hand? is the hand! It is very hot and soft... It is not a man's hand, it is a woman's hand!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sleeping Winters suddenly woke up and pushed away the strange woman on his body - and there was really a woman named Hurd who touched her into the room!

Winters, who was awakened for the second time, was shocked and angry. He woke up without any suspense and was overwhelmed with impulse. He was so angry that he did not hesitate to curse with the sound-burning technique: "Get out!"

The strange woman who fell on the ground was stunned by the deafening sound, and then ran out screaming. The entire manor probably heard the angrily shout, and the singing and drumming of the Hudders outside the house stopped.

The exhausted Winters fell back into the bed with the sound of tinnitus and slept soundly. This time, no one dared to disturb him again.

——Cut—

On the other side of the sea, the Army Command of the United Provinces.

Axel, who was on night shift, was awakened by a knock on the door.

A senior stood anxiously at the door of the duty room and said unhappily: "The three to zero votes passed... condemns... mobilization order... war budget..."

The senior swallowed, struggled to calm down his breath, and grabbed Axel's arm tightly: "...we...we are going to send troops too."

——Cut—

In the long house of the Hurd, the half-boy who ambushed Winters served Hestas lying on the meadow.

"Don't follow you tomorrow. The Venetta people will send you back to the grassland and protect your sister to find your elder brother." Even though the two were alone, Hestas still spoke in a stiff mainland language.

"[Hed] I'm no longer a child, I can kill people," said half-best boy dissatisfied.

Hestas knocked the lower half of his eldest son's head with his shriveled hand: "Speak the language of the two legs, don't speak our language. When you get home, you should also practice the language of the two legs... Unfortunately, I can't practice with you at that time."

"[Common language] Those two-legged people just want to use us." The old man also switched to a stiff mainland language and said: "I can't understand why you are going to trade with them, and... also holds a Kurhitahi ceremony with that guy..."

"Silly boy, do you want to be a slave on this island all your life? Do you still remember what the grassland is like? If your children are born, they will be completely slaves." Hestas rubbed half of his eldest son's hair: "This is the best opportunity for you to return to your hometown. If we don't pay the blood, even if the Venetians seized this island, we will not be free."

The old man said "Oh".

"I know you are not convinced, you are not convinced." Hestas said earnestly: "There is nothing to be dissatisfied. We have indeed lost, otherwise we would not have fallen here. I teach you their language, just to let you learn their knowledge. Only by learning from those who defeat us will the defeat be in vain, and your children will not be enslaved like us..."

Outside the house, the Hed, who was in charge of the finishing, put out the bonfire.
Chapter completed!