Baal's tribe lived in a cave halfway up the mountain. The entrance of the cave was hidden behind a big rock. When entering, there was a large cave with some small holes dug on the walls. The light inside was dim and filled with a musty and sour smell.
Stinky smell.
You can see the entire cave at a glance. There are more than a dozen female snowmen in the corner, as well as a few small snowmen hugging each other and playing around. Although they are children, their height is equivalent to that of human adults. The way they play is like you
One punch, I punch, punch into the flesh.
Didn't see the old snowman.
Ye Cai'er frowned: "These snowmen are not very particular either. Fellow Daoist Liu, let's leave as soon as we finish asking."
Liu Qinghuan nodded and said that he did not expect Baal's tribe to be so poor.
After Baal entered the cave, he yelled and drove the other snowmen away. He came back with a stiff smile, pointed to a stone platform at the back of the cave and said, "Sit down."
The stone platform was covered with dirty furs, and there was a large human-shaped depression on it, which was obviously where Baal usually sat and slept.
Liu Qinghuan looked around helplessly. There was not even a stone bench. The other snowmen were sitting on the ground. The better ones had a piece of animal skin spread on them. Some didn't even bother to spread the animal skin and just rolled on the cold and hard ground.
He found a seat on the edge of the stone platform and sat down. Baal immediately fell onto the pile of furs with a loud bang, looking satisfied.
Although he had just been given a small lesson by Liu Qinghuan, he seemed to have forgotten it when he turned around, and his attitude became a little closer.
His hand was pressed against the fur on his chest, where the wooden box containing the spiritual herbs was placed.
Ye Cai'er stood upright, obviously having no intention of sitting down. Yu Ying, on the other hand, had been silent since entering the cave, with his head lowered and not knowing what he was thinking.
Liu Qinghuan glanced at him and said: "Fellow Taoist Yu, I need your help to ask. Although Baal can speak a little bit of our language, he can't speak very clearly. Please help me ask him how many tribes there are in the Yeti tribe now.
What are the largest tribes and where are they located?"
Yu Ying nodded, started talking to Baal, and then conveyed it to Liu Qinghuan: "He said that the Snowman tribe had many small tribes in the past, but a few decades ago, a great Hudal appeared. Hudal was in the Snowman tribe
The language probably means infinite strength. This Hudal brought all the surrounding small tribes into his Agu tribe and became very powerful."
Baal raised his arms and shouted: "Agu! Agu!"
Other snowmen around also shouted: "Agu! Agu!"
Liu Qinghuan said: "So, his tribe also belongs to the Agu tribe?"
Yu Ying shook his head: "No, their tribe is too remote and outside. The Agu tribe is mainly located in the east. They belong to a tribe called Xialu. Xialu is the Snowman tribe's history and has won the recognition of the entire tribe.
Hudal's original tribe had a status equivalent to the royal family of the Yeti tribe. Because of the rise of Hudal, a war broke out between Xialu and Agu."
He was quite amused and said: "But Bal obviously prefers the Agu tribe. He just said a lot of praises for Hudal, as neatly as reciting poems. I think it is most likely that it was spread from the Agu tribe. This Hudal
It’s not easy.”
Liu Qinghuan said: "Then ask him which of the two tribes is more powerful."
This time, without being asked by Ying Ying, Baal started talking by himself: "Hudal, awesome! Agu, good. Xialu, bad."
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows: "What's good about it and what's bad about it?"
Baal looked serious: "Agu, give us food and don't kill anyone. Xialu, you are hungry, bully us and kill people."
Ye Cai'er suddenly asked: "What do you usually eat?"
Barr chuckled excitedly and took out a thick bone from the pile of fur: "Bear, big black bear."
Then he picked up a piece of yellow fur with black patterns and showed off: "Leopard, wolf."
Ye Cai'er looked worried and pointed at his men: "Where are they?"
"Snow sheep, pheasant."
Ye Cai'er pointed to the female snowmen nesting in the corner. These females were smaller than the males, and most of them only had a piece of tattered animal skin around their waists: "Where are they?"
Barr turned his head and said contemptuously: "Chicken, pine cone."
Ye Cai'er's face turned very bad.
Liu Qinghuan said: "The Yeti people live in an extremely difficult snow environment. The harsh environment determines that they can only decide the distribution of food based on their strength."
Ye Cai'er nodded: "I'm going out to get some air, it's too stuffy in this cave."
Liu Qinghuan and Yu Ying looked at each other, and then continued to ask Barr about the current progress of the war between Agu and Xialu.
Baal admired Hudal very much. Although his tribe was located in a remote area, there were many other tribes around it, so he often went to ask people about Hudal's heroic deeds, hoping that the other party could defeat Shalu quickly.
, came to accept him as his younger brother.
In his words, Hudal is the incarnation of the god, invincible, invincible, and at the same time virtuous, kind and kind. Amidst a bunch of laudatory words, Liu Qinghuan tried hard to discern the real situation.
In the next few days, the three of them, accompanied by Barr, visited the surrounding Yeti tribes and gave away several flashy gifts.
Without exception, every time they met a tribal leader, the other party would come up and fight with them.
The one with the highest level of cultivation among these snowmen was only Light Blue, but Liu Qinghuan was too lazy to fight with them, but Yu Ying was very interested. He did not use spiritual power, so he relied on his physical body to fight with the opponent.
A rare platform in the snow peaks was surrounded by tall and rough snowmen. With the sound of fists and kicks coming from the field, they sometimes cheered and sometimes roared, but the cold weather created an extremely fiery atmosphere.
Liu Qinghuan and Ye Cai'er were also standing in the crowd, watching Yu Ying fight against five snowmen who were much taller and stronger than him at the same time.
After all, Yu Ying is a golden elixir monk and a physical practitioner. Even though he does not use spiritual power, his physique is not comparable to that of these snowmen. His originally bronze skin showed dark blue lines during the battle.
If you don't look carefully, you might think he is just a short snowman.
"Okay!" When Yu Ying knocked a snowman to the ground with one fist, Ye Cai'er jumped up and cheered loudly, with a light blush on her fair face with excitement.
Liu Qinghuan secretly found it funny. This woman had a carefree personality. She not only had the delicate and sensitive side of a woman, but also had a cheerful and open-minded side. Although she disliked the rudeness and slovenliness of those snowmen, she quickly got along with them. She was really a wonderful person.
The arrival of the three of them made several nearby tribes lively. Although the snowmen are aggressive, their thoughts are very simple, so it is not difficult to get along with them.
When Yi Ying won the battle and walked down, Ye Cai'er greeted him: "Fellow Daoist Yu, well done!"
Yu Ying wiped his sweat. Although there was a lot of dust and snow on his body, a hearty battle made his depression disappear. He laughed boldly and said: "I will just bully these people."
It’s just light blue.”
Baer staggered over, first hugged Yu Ying's legs and grabbed his arms, and then shouted loudly: "I'll treat you to a banquet tonight."
That night, on this platform, piles of bonfires were lit, beasts and prey were carried out one by one, and the aroma of wine brewed from jars of wild fruit snow lotus wafted around.
Liu Qinghuan rarely relaxed and lay on a stone chair that he had concocted by himself, sinking into the soft animal skin and looking at the happy scene around him with a smile.
Big chunks of meat, big bowls of wine, and noisy and joyful snowmen.
He meditated quietly, raised his eyes and found a leader named Amu, and squeezed past.
As soon as the other party saw him, he let out a burst of breathy laughter and slapped him with his big palm.
Liu Qinghuan exchanged palms with him a few times, drank a few bowls of wine together, tore off a snow wolf leg, gnawed on it, and said with a smile: "Would you like to come with us to see Hudal?"
Amu's skin was darker than Baal's, and he was the strongest among the nearby tribes. After hearing his words, his big mouth opened stupidly, and the meat he was biting fell to the ground.