Carrying experimental equipment and supernatural power samples, Todd rode Henry the Griffin and flew for two full days and one night before finally arriving over the Froststone Tribe.
Looking down from a high altitude, the original ruins of broken walls have now been basically cleared away. All kinds of people are busy in the camp, clearing the snow and building wooden houses.
The sound of the gryphon flapping its wings attracted people's attention. Those with sharp eyes looked towards the northern sky and shouted loudly: "The leader is back!"
Todd, who transformed into Boyle, directed Henry to slowly descend to the ground, and the wooden box under the gryphon's claws was also gently lowered.
Jumping off Henry's back, Todd looked at the tribesmen gathered around him, nodding and smiling at them. Among these people were gladiators who had fought alongside him, and some who he had rescued from prison.
clan members, and many strangers he didn't know. But out of the corner of his eye, he unconsciously glanced at the unique small building that had just been built in the camp.
"Boss!"
Ackerman, who was counting the grain reserves in the camp, was the first to run over because of the short distance.
Todd looked at this young man in his early twenties. The back of his hands was covered with frostbite, but his face was filled with a happy smile. He nodded and said, "How is the camp?"
After looking around at the crowd, Ackerman came to Todd's side and whispered: "Boss, we need to find a quiet place."
Todd glanced at the small building not far away again, suppressed the longing in his heart, nodded to Ackerman and said: "Gather all the people in charge, I want to understand the current situation. By the way! This wooden box
It contains extremely important equipment, transport it to a safe place, and then find someone to take care of it."
Ten minutes later, the hall of the tribal longhouse.
Ackerman, Casper and Minnie sat by the fire pit, and the three of them quietly waited for the leader to speak.
Todd just learned two pieces of news from them: the first news is that the old barbarian warrior Fried has taken his people to the south to transport weapons and armor; as for the other one, it may be a bad thing for the camp.
information.
Sitting cross-legged at the top of the longhouse, Todd touched his chin and said, "Sixty-nine people left?"
Ackerman and Casper looked at each other, and the former said: "Boss, during the period when you were away, many people... left here. Some of them were gladiators who missed their relatives, and some of them heard that the army wanted to
Common people who come.”
Seeing Todd's silence, Casper slapped his thigh hard and said dullly: "These people don't know the situation at all. Heavy snow has blocked all roads, and the army is still searching for fish that have slipped through the net. Leave the camp at this time.
There is only a dead end.
The old shaman Minnie seemed to be saying to herself: "We need to restore people's confidence."
Todd closed his eyes, thought for a while and then said: "Apart from people leaving, is there anything else going on in the camp?"
Ackerman said with a serious expression: "According to the knight's reconnaissance results, the Ulster people's scouting activities are becoming more and more frequent. They may not be able to wait for spring and will launch an attack here."
Casper continued: "There is only one arrow tower built in the camp, and the surrounding wooden wall is only two hundred meters wide. The defensive facilities are too weak."
Todd asked, "How many troops do we have at our disposal?"
Casper thought for a while and gave a vague number: "About four hundred people."
Todd was a little surprised: "Only four hundred people?"
"Including the twenty-eight knights, more than two hundred gladiators, and about a hundred tribal warriors." Ackerman finished reporting these numbers, paused, and added: "The severe cold outside, the harsh
The lack of shelter and heavy labor have made many people sick. Moreover, the weapons and armor we use to arm our soldiers are also seriously insufficient..."
When Todd heard this, he frowned and asked, "Why hasn't the equipment shipped from Fort Watch arrived at the camp yet?"
"Starting from the camp, it is more than 400 kilometers all the way south, and most of the journey is winding mountain roads. Even if we organized dozens of sleigh rides, it would take at least more than a month to make the round trip, and
As long as the weather is good.”
Todd calculated the time. By the time the weapons and armor arrived at the camp, he might not be able to catch up with the war with the Ulster people.
He reorganized the troops on hand. Most of Boyle's clansmen had not received systematic military training, so they might be embarrassed to use them. Although the gladiators had excellent personal combat abilities, they would not be able to face the formation of the army.
, there is no way to organize an effective attack, so it cannot be used as the main force of the army.
After all the calculations, the only ones who could form a fighting force were Alfonso and the twenty-seven knights of the guard led by him.
Just when Todd was still thinking about Alfonso and his troops, he walked into the tribal hall after returning from patrol.
Alfonso looked at Todd on the seat, his eyes lit up, he took off the helmet on his head, walked quickly to the fire pit, and said: "Your Majesty... Chief, you are back."
Todd looked at the snowflakes on the opponent's armor that had not yet been brushed off, smiled and said: "Sit down first."
Alfonso made a knightly salute to Todd, then took off his sword and sat by the fire pit.
Before the two of them could speak, the latter was surprised to find that the former was actually using a torch burning in the fire pit to roast the metal armor.
Todd opened his eyes wide and asked: "Alfonso, what are you doing?!"
Alfonso held a torch in one hand and pushed away the parasite limbs on his face with the other hand, and replied: "Chief, I discovered a strange thing. Since arriving in the North, the "keel" on my body has become stiff.
Incomparably, sometimes it is very laborious to move the joints. But as long as you heat them with fire, they will return to normal."
"Is this the case?" Todd stood up, walked to Alfonso, and carefully observed the keel parasites on the other man's body.
The limbs of the parasite drooped together listlessly, and the important joints were as hard as ice, feeling like rocks in the refrigerator.
Todd glanced at the heavy snow falling outside the door, and suddenly remembered something.
The keel itself can insulate high temperatures and absorb flames, so it should be a parasite that likes a warm environment. But it is the middle of winter here in the Froststone Tribe, and even peeing outside the door can freeze into popsicles, not to mention the keel?
Alfonso reached out and pulled out a bunch of animal fur from the gap in the armor, and said to Todd: "We have thought of many ways, one of which is to put the fur between the armor and the keel, which can
It has the function of keeping warm, but if you stay outside for a long time, the keel will still become stiff."
Todd looked away and thought carefully for a while.
In this situation, wouldn't it be possible to use tyrants to evolve dragon bone parasites? As long as the "frozen" bacteria in the superpower library are used to upgrade and transform the dragon bone, it can adapt to this low-temperature environment. But in this matter, we can go to
After a while, Todd planned to ask about the enemy's movements: "Is there any movement from the Ulster people?"
"I took my men to the entrance of the forest seven kilometers away from the camp to conduct a patrol." Alfonso used hard stones to draw a simple map on the floor of the longhouse: "The advance guard of the Ulster people."
The troops have already begun to set up camp on the plain at the edge of the forest, and it seems they are determined to launch an attack."
Casper looked at the map on the dirt, shook his head and said: "Launching an attack in such a cold winter does not meet the premise of a war."
Todd walked to the gate and looked at the flying snowflakes outside the window: "Things like war have always served politics."
Ackerman and Casper looked at each other, and asked with puzzled faces: "Chief, what are you referring to?"
Todd sighed. In terms of strategic vision, the people in the barbarian camp were still far behind Cumberland, Emerson and others in Muxi Kingdom.
"Think about it carefully. The king of Ulster first imprisoned the former crown prince and his son for unwarranted crimes; then he released war beasts in the arena regardless of the lives of the audience, offending a large number of nobles in the city. Now.
He urgently needs a war to divert the attention of everyone in the country; use a victory to prove to everyone the tragic end of those who betray and disobey him."
Listening to Todd's words, Ackerman came to some understanding: "So, Conchieber would rather ignore Connaught's threat than deal with us first?"
Casper felt that something was not good: "If you think about it from this perspective, this war may be a war about the throne and power for Conchieber. He must win, and once he fails, wait
What he will get will be overwhelming domestic resistance."
Todd stepped out of the door with one foot, turned back and said to everyone in the room: "Yes, we must be prepared, the enemy may come out in force. Because of this war, Conchiebo has nothing to do except go all out.