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Chapter 502 Scandinavian

The crystal bottle is produced by the system and has excellent quality. Even in the extreme cold, it remains the same without any damage. Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief, put the crystal bottle back into his clothes, put it on his chest, and patted it with worry.

I took a photo and felt the position of the crystal bottle.

He touched the left side of his waist, and there was a sac there. Xiaobai tied the sac, pulled out the stopper, and took a swig.

"Ha..." Xiaobai exhaled a breath of hot air, and his body finally felt a little warmer.

This bag contains strong liquor, which Xiaobai found in a tribe. He usually doesn't like drinking, but at this time, strong liquor is a life-saving thing.

Putting the bag containing the spirits on his waist again, Xiaobai shivered and took out a palm-sized bag from his arms, carefully stuck some green powder from it with his fingers, and touched it a little on his nose.

touch.

"Ah sneeze!"

After sneezing hard, Xiaobai felt refreshed and energetic, as if he had taken a big tonic.

The powder is ground from a grass plant and can boost people's spirits, similar to the effect of Red Bull.

Although he knew that his hope of survival was slim, Xiaobai did not want to give up and wanted to struggle again.

Xiaobai put the small bag back into his arms, leaning on his wooden stick, trying to keep his eyes open in the wind and snow, and continued walking forward.

As a road warrior, it is very difficult to find a tribe in the white snow, not to mention that there are dark clouds and strong winds, and visibility is extremely low.

Xiaobai walked forward one step at a time, just staring ahead, for fear of missing any clues about Scandinavia.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai's body paused. He stretched his neck, stretched his head and looked into the distance. There was some light in the darkness.

"Tribe! People!" Xiaobai's mouth trembled, and he took a few steps forward to see more clearly.

The light became clearer, it should be the light of the flame, and he also saw the smoke that was constantly being dispersed rising from the light.

Fire and smoke are the characteristics of tribes. There must be tribes over there, there must be people!

Xiaobai couldn't confirm whether it was Scandilu, but with someone there, he might not have to experience the feeling of death again, nor would he have to prepare an incarnation.

Xiaobai saw hope and quickly walked towards the direction of the fire, speeding up a little.

He didn't dare to run. Running in such strong wind and snow would consume more energy and make the body cold, but he couldn't stop, as that would kill him faster. The best way was to maintain a slightly faster speed.

In this way, when the body is moving, it will generate heat, and it will not take away more heat due to the resistance of the strong wind, so it can continue to walk.

A violent snowstorm is just an ordinary day in Scandinavia.

They rely on the ocean, with little protection, and there are violent storms and snow almost every winter. It is precisely because of this cruel living environment that the Scandinavian people have a strong body and a wild character.

In the heavy snow, most of the Scandinavian tribesmen had hid in warm houses burning with flames. Only some vigilant Scandinavian tribesmen remained outside. They set up cylindrical triangular tents and grilled themselves.

On fire, while watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Sitting next to the fire, constantly rubbing their hands and swearing, the Scandinavian alert tribesmen turned their heads accidentally and discovered an uninvited guest from the outside world.

"Who is it!" He yelled, stood up, pulled out a handful of fish bones from the snow, and looked at the uninvited guest warily.

People who come in the wind and snow may not bring goodwill, but killing. Don't pity them easily!

This is an old saying in Scandinavia.

Xiaobai looked at the person in front of him and stood up, opening and closing his mouth, but because of the heavy wind and snow, he couldn't hear what he was saying, so he took two steps forward with a wooden stick.

"Stop!" The alert tribesmen raised their spears and pointed the sharp fish bones at Xiaobai, shouting loudly.

Now Xiaobai heard clearly, stopped, inserted his wooden stick into the snow, opened his hands, and signaled to the warning tribesmen that he was harmless and did not want to attack him.

But the vigilant Scandinavian tribesmen did not believe Xiaobai, so he yelled and called more people.

The Scandinavian tribesmen stood at the border of their tribe and looked at Xiaobai unfriendlyly.

"Leave here and go somewhere else!" A tribesman who looked like a leader shouted to Xiaobai.

Although Xiaobai heard their voices just now, he couldn't hear them clearly because of the strong wind. This time he heard them clearly and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, because he discovered the unique tones of the Scandinavian language in the spoken language of the tribesmen.

"I can't leave. The wind and snow are too strong. I will die in the snow. Let me go in. I won't hurt anyone!" Xiaobai shouted loudly in Scandinavian.

Hearing the familiar language, the alert tribesmen were slightly stunned. They usually use the tribal common language when talking to people from other tribes. They only use Scandinavian when talking to their own people, just like they did in the previous life.

Mandarin is the same as dialects. Everyone can understand Mandarin, but not necessarily dialects.

"Can you speak our language?" the leader asked loudly.

A gust of wind passed by, and the leader's voice was a little distorted, but Xiaobai still understood it, and he nodded quickly.

"Who are you?" The leader looked around briefly and could see that the foreigner in front of him was not a Scandinavian.

"I come from afar and am a wanderer!" Xiaobai continued to answer in Scandinavian.

He had already thought about his identity. Ronin, a wanderer, was a very useful identity. During the time Xiaobai used the avatar, he didn't know how many times he had used this identity.

"How can a ronin speak our language?" The leader obviously didn't believe Xiaobai's words.

"Aren't you going to let me in first? I'm freezing to death. I haven't eaten for a day!" Xiaobai shouted.

"Are you alone?" the leader shouted while looking into the distance. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.

"I am a ronin, only one person." Xiaobai replied.

The leader did not reply, but hooked the thorns in his hand towards Xiaobai. Xiaobai quickly grabbed the wooden stick and walked into the tribe's territory.

The Scandinavian tribesmen stared at Xiaobai cautiously, while the leader was at the end, staring at the snow in the distance, for fear that someone would suddenly jump out and attack the tribe.

It wasn't until Xiaobai had entered the tribe and there was still no movement outside that the leader slowly turned around, caught up with his companions, and came to the surrounded Xiaobai.

"you……"

The leader seemed to want to say something, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly raised his hand, holding a row of thorns, and smashed it towards Xiao Bai.

"choke!"

There was a crisp sound, and a one-handed ax appeared in Xiao Bai's hand. The handle of the ax blocked the thorns that the leader had smashed down, making it impossible for the thorns to be stored. (To be continued)


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