Between the narrow valleys leading from the Little Vichy Mountains to the Osol Mountains, there is a valley formed by stratigraphic erosion. Due to its remote location and tortuous terrain, the snow that falls here never melts.
, coupled with the biting cold wind caused by the narrow tube effect all year round, over time, the frozen cliffs here have become as steep and steep as a knife. Looking up from the bottom of the valley, people feel like they are being caught by two vertical mirrors.
Caught in the middle, the blue and transparent ice walls reflect and refract each other, forming a strange world. If you are not familiar with the terrain, you may even get lost in these illusions and never get out of this valley.
This is the Frozen Snow Valley. Because the entire valley is surrounded by blue ice walls, it is also called the Blue Valley. The Wusu tribe is stationed here. Standing on the high ground outside the valley and looking down, you can
I saw a wall made of logs standing firmly to resist the wind and snow from the outside. Inside the wall were semicircular tents, covered with warm fur, which looked like ice from a distance.
There were many mushrooms growing on it.
A huge campfire frame was built with lots of wood in the center of the camp. The bright orange flame was burning brightly, with sparks and ashes flying in all directions, illuminating the faces passing below. They were all doing their own things in an orderly manner: carrying.
Forage, feed the wildebeest responsible for pulling the cart; unload the materials on the convertible and distribute them evenly to each tent; or distribute weapons, organize patrol teams, and be responsible for guarding the perimeter of the camp. Although it is a temporary camp,
But it looks like an orderly scene.
In addition, there were some people who hurriedly walked through the crowd and rushed to the big tent in the center of the camp. Their anxious and anxious expressions were in sharp contrast with the others around them. Ringer noticed that those people were all
The hunter is dressed up, strong and strong, and his head and body are covered with gray-white snowflakes, as if he has just come back from outside.
"Well, it seems that the other hunters who were sent out for reconnaissance have returned to the tribe. Without the news they brought back, the elders and leaders would not easily break camp and move forward." Songtaya stopped, scratched her cheek, and whispered
He said to himself: "I'm the only one who didn't go back. I wonder if dad will be worried. Alas, if he knew that I was captured so easily, he would definitely be very angry."
When he gets angry, he has to undergo more rigorous training; when the training lasts for a long time, he has no time to do other things. When thinking of this, Songtaya feels that her life is gloomy, and she even doesn't want to go back for a moment.
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However, escaping cannot solve the problem, so this idea only sprouted in the girl's head for a moment, and was quickly dispelled by her. She turned around and said to Linge and others: "You guys wait here for a while, I will go back to the elders and
The leader will report the situation and it will be up to them to decide whether to meet with you. Don’t worry, we won’t keep you waiting for too long!”
Lin Ge nodded lightly. This request was reasonable and he had no reason to object. Besides, the young man had already known the little thoughts in Songtaya's head. Reporting the situation was only one aspect. I'm afraid he would have to take this opportunity to go back and remind him.
Her tribesmen should prepare emergency measures, such as ambushing eight hundred swordsmen at the meeting place. If these outsiders have any evil intentions, they will break a cup as a signal, swarm them, and chop them into pieces.
Although Songtaya is willing to believe that the owner of the Snow Mountain Divine Horse Sun Snow and his friends came to visit her tribe with friendly purposes, she must not lose sight of the necessary vigilance. If she is really a stranger to these people because of a horse.
If a person repays all his trust, that is not called being honest, but that he is short-sighted.
Songtaya is not a mean-spirited girl, on the contrary, she is a bit cunning, or clever, hidden behind a straightforward appearance, so this is what she said to the elders and leader after she returned to the tribe. As expected, she was scolded fiercely first.
After all, as a tribal hunter, she is responsible for the safety of all tribesmen, but she was captured so easily. Even if the other party is indeed so strong that you can't resist, don't you have 1% of your own power?
Responsibility?
Because the person who scolded her was the leader of the tribe and Songtaya's father, who was blameless in both legal and moral terms, the other tribesmen were too embarrassed to persuade her. Finally, the elder mentioned that there was a group of guests outside.
Waiting for a reply, the leader's anger was temporarily calmed and the poor girl was rescued.
After that, the senior tribe leaders, represented by the leaders and elders, held urgent discussions for about ten minutes, and finally decided to agree to the request of these outsiders, meet with them, and hear what important matters they wanted to discuss with them.
This negotiation process was relatively complicated. Although it is not described in detail here, it still made Alice impatient. In the end, she simply squatted under a large cedar tree and counted the leaves on the branches out of boredom. When she counted
At the 312th leaf, Linger suddenly looked up in the direction of the camp exit and whispered: "Here we come."
Everyone looked around and saw a group of people leaving the camp and walking towards here holding torches. The firelight reflected the blue ice wall and was like a striking red line in the dim snow valley, straight and firm.
.When they walked up the slope and came to the high ground outside the valley, Ringer's eyes fell directly on the leading middle-aged man. He was tall and tall, maybe even two meters tall, with a steady and steady posture.
It casts a very oppressive shadow in everyone's eyes, and people can't help but think of Osol Mountain standing in the depths of the wind and snow, which is also majestic and motionless, as if it will not be shaken by anything outside.
The traditional hunting attire of the Xia Tuo Tuo people was worn on his body, and it was almost bursting because of the strong muscles. His scarred bronze skin faced the harsh wind and snow, but no matter how sharp the ice was, it could not be carved into it.
Scars, because fate dictates that such a warrior's body will only be harmed in battle.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His hair color and eye color are the most classic light black of the Xia Tuotu people, maybe deeper, like black onyx that has been precipitated over time, but
But unlike other hunters who deliberately cut their hair short to ensure that they would not be disturbed during the battle, they kept them very long, hanging down over the neck and chest, even reminiscent of a lion's mane. These hair strands
They were neatly combed, tied into braids at the ends, and tied with simple copper rings. Each copper ring was engraved with a surname. The surnames on all the copper rings added together formed the Wusu tribe in front of them.
In the tradition of the Shatotto people, only leaders and elders are qualified to carry the family names on their backs with copper rings, which symbolizes a kind of responsibility and right. Look at Songtaya, like a little quail that is frustrated, following step by step.
Behind the man, he looked very aggrieved but did not dare to speak out. Lin Ge understood the identity of this middle-aged man: the leader of the Wusu tribe and Songtaya's father.
As a guest, he took the initiative to step forward and spoke on behalf of the others: "It's an honor to meet you. Your Excellency, the leader of the Wusu Tribe and Avaro of the Mountain Guards. It's disrespectful for me to come uninvited. I'm sorry.
Wang Haihan."
While he was speaking politely, Saint Xalia quietly pulled Alice up from her squatting position on the ground to avoid embarrassment to everyone.
About ten meters away, the middle-aged man stopped, and the team behind him also stopped. Only the orange-red flames were still burning, creating a small warm island in the cold snow.
The leader stood still, and then his eyes fell on the group of uninvited guests in front of him, which instantly brought a strong sense of oppression. He was like a tiger entrenched in his territory, standing tall and tough,
It gave people the feeling that even if he broke his bones, he could not bend over. His plain and calm gaze swept across it gently, replacing the obscure observation with a more direct inspection, taking in the expressions and movements of everyone present.
But it will not cause them the discomfort of being spied on, because a tiger will not show its claws and fangs to alert its prey before hunting.
The more powerful a person is, the more they can feel the sense of oppression he brings. For example, Countess Neville, from the first moment the leader left the camp, she knew that a dangerous beast was in front of her. Any pure reliance on
The powerful beasts are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Countess, because no one in the world knows more about the experience and skills of combat than she, who has lived for thousands of years and participated in the founding war of the Motosh Empire.
This beast is different. He never relies on strength to defeat his enemies, but relies on the condensation and control of thousands of momentums.
In other words, when facing him, you will feel that you are facing the entire snow mountain standing at his feet, and facing the will of the mountain people honed from the mountains and wind and snow for thousands of years. He is not
He is a demigod, but he is the general who guides the direction in the deepest part of the blizzard, wielding his army invincibly and sweeping away all enemies.
He even reminded the countess of the divine wolf that used to gallop in the Tagu'ao wilderness. The only difference between him and Neo is that the times have changed. This world is too narrowly oppressed by the alliance of religious orders, and there is no more space for any freedom.
He gave everything he wanted. If he had been born a hundred years earlier, in the era when the "Religious Decree" had not yet been promulgated, maybe he would have guided the mountain people of the Eastern Alps to another path?
I never expected that such a character could be born in the little-known Mountain Guard.
Neville sighed a little, but she still had no doubts about the safety of this operation, because she could detect that this man was not hostile to them. And this was indeed the case. After Lin Ge opened his mouth to greet them, he put away
His scrutinizing eyes fell on the young man, and he spoke with a voice as calm and deep as a mountain: "We are not polite when we fail to welcome guests from afar. I am the leader of the Wusu tribe, Will.
Heim Dart, welcome all guests, and——"
He glanced at the girl hiding behind him: "I hope Sontaya didn't cause you any trouble."
Songtaya drooped her head and muttered: "No, I'm so good."
Always wipe your mouth after eating!
Ringer was also very considerate and defended her: "No indeed. In fact, Songtaya also helped us a lot."
Indeed, without her, how would a group of outsiders with no connections get in touch with the Mountain Guard?
Leader Wilhelm nodded slightly, as if Ringer's words were not polite, and then said: "The Wusu tribe has not received foreign visitors for a long time. I don't know why you are here, but you might as well talk to me first.
How about going back to the camp and having a face-to-face meeting with the elder? I believe she must know the answer you want to get."
He is obviously a mountain man, and his speech is quite polite.
Alice thought to herself, and then she raised her hands in agreement without waiting for Ringer to speak: "I have no objection!"
She had long felt that it was boring here, it was cold and dark, so why not go to the camp of the Shatoto people to warm themselves up by the fire, and maybe taste the local specialties?
Who asked you?
Lin Ge gave her a cryptic look and said, don't speak randomly in such a formal meeting. What if you leave a bad impression on the other party? Then he thought of responding to Chief Wilhelm's invitation, but sadly
It was when he realized that what he wanted to say had been preempted by Alice, that he could only say angrily: "I don't have any objection either."
It seemed like the young man was echoing Alice.
Since everyone had no objections, the group set off towards the camp. Linge noticed that when Xino came leading Brandy, all the Wusu tribe members who followed to greet the guests could not help but stare at the snow-white horse.
The magic horse stayed on the horse for a few more seconds. There were no other people, even the most mature and stable leader Wilhelm, so he could only lament that Sun Snow was indeed very special in the legends of the mountain people.
meaning.
Brandi didn't seem to adapt to such enthusiasm, and she hid behind her owner. She was comforted by Xino stroking her mane for a few words before she regained her composure.
Leader Wilhelm looked at the girl knight naturally and asked: "Are you the owner of Sun Snow, Miss Xino whom Songtaya mentioned?"
Look, he already knew the name of Taiyang Xue's owner before he even formally asked the guests' names.
"Yes." Xino smiled and nodded in response, his posture was elegant and natural, and he fulfilled the etiquette of a noble.
"I heard from Songtaya that you and Sun Snow grew up together and have a deep relationship."
Wilhelm looked at her and Brandy with deep eyes: "However, the young Taiyangxue will only follow his mother, and will not look for an owner he recognizes until he becomes an adult. It can make Taiyangxue grow up at an early age.
Recognizing you means that its family has great trust in you - or, in other words, trust in the blood flowing through you. In this world, Taiyang Xue is recognized not as an individual but as a blood family. As far as I know,
You know, only the Goldstaff family of the White City-State Republic. Forgive me for asking, Miss Xino, the pioneer Baron Vince and the white knight Lord Shibberton, what is their relationship with you?"
Seeing that he analyzed her origin in just a few words, Xino was a little surprised, but it was really not something that needed to be concealed, so after being surprised, she openly admitted: "They are all my ancestors, please allow me to be myself again."
Let me introduce you: I am Sheno Jean Goldstaff, the son of the White Thorn Flower from the land of Glengenia."
Sure enough.
Leader Wilhelm was not happy because his judgment was correct. He remained calm and unchanging. He was about to say something, but Sontaya behind him seemed to have heard something unbelievable. She jumped up and stretched out her arms.
He pointed at Xino with a trembling hand: "You, you, what are you talking about!? Are you the descendant of the white knight Shiboton!?"
Thinking that she had just said something slanderous about the White Knight at the Fairy Sleep Inn, and said it in front of Xino, the girl Xia Tuotu felt a little dizzy and wished she could dig a hole and bury herself on the spot.
However, she didn't realize that the real crisis was actually around her -
By the light of the torch, everyone saw that after Sontaya behaved so rudely in front of the guests, Chief Wilhelm's bronze face suddenly became darker than his hair.