Due to the scarcity of their books, most of the various inheritances are passed down orally, and some require more empiricism.
In addition, young people are irritable and like to use brute force to solve problems, so the chance of a wise man among them is almost zero.
Most wise men appear among older Kentana barbarians. Over time, in the minds of many Kentana barbarians, age and wisdom have become linked.
Those older Kentana barbarians are usually very respected. Even if they have no direct descendants, other Kentana barbarians will compete to provide for them as long as they have spare power, just asking them to help them when they encounter problems that cannot be solved by brute force.
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However, due to the extreme living environment of the Kentana Icefield, the Kentana barbarians are very easy to die when they get old and frail.
Old Kentana barbarians are usually very rare. Once they are found, they cannot be underestimated, because not only do they have rich experience, they may even be one of the best warriors when they were young.
This was undoubtedly the case with Chief Prey.
When he was young, he was once known as the first warrior of the Kentana barbarians. Although he came from a hunting tribe, he was one of the rare whale hunting warriors, and not just one, but three.
Hunting a giant whale also involves luck.
If you hunt more than two, it's not just luck, but also bravery and skill.
Chief Prescott has no shortage of bravery, fame and wisdom. When a natural disaster strikes and the entire Kentana barbarians are in a life-or-death dilemma, the Kentana barbarians gather around him and use his wisdom.
It is natural to survive this unprecedented disaster.
He is the first chief of the safari tribe.
It's just that this catastrophe of heaven and earth is too special. Whether it is the knowledge passed down by the Kentana barbarians or his own personal experience, he has no experience in this area and has nothing to rely on.
When the number of Kentana barbarians under his command exceeded a certain level, the first wise man of the Kentana barbarians was also in a hurry. Various problems emerged one after another, and now he was on the verge of disintegration.
"Chief Prey, Chief Yal's only condition for agreeing to the alliance is to treat him as king and obey his orders." An equally majestic Kentana barbarian said in a sullen voice.
"Shameless, for the survival and future of the Kentana people, we sincerely invited him, but he actually put forward such shameless conditions. Isn't he still brave enough to call himself the number one warrior in Kentana and want to become a Kentana person?
King, please defeat me in a glorious battle first. I want to see if he is qualified to be called the number one warrior." Before Chief Prey could speak, another Kentana barbarian couldn't bear it.
He was furious and his roar echoed throughout the camp.
Even among Kentana savages, this person is in the category of majestic. He is like a human-shaped tower. He is nearly three meters tall. He is shirtless, as if he is not aware of the cold, and his arms are thicker than the waist of ordinary people.
, all bulging muscle lumps.
The face shape is 40 to 50% similar to Chief Pree's. It is obvious that the two parties have a direct blood relationship. This man is the bravest of Chief Pree's many sons - Scott.
This is another reason why Pule can securely occupy the top spot in the nomadic tribe, as he has many children and grandchildren.
Under normal circumstances, when these children and grandchildren reach adulthood, they leave the tribe to find their own way.
It was this catastrophe that brought them back together with Chief Prey.
Family and ancestors are the concepts that Kentana barbarians value most, and this bond is the strongest.
Before challenging Chief Prey's dominance, he must first defeat his many sons.
"Scott." Chief Prey shouted, and stopped his son's violent behavior. His face did not have much anger, but a light of wisdom, "If Chief Yal has the ability to feed all Kentana people,
He wants the title of king, so what’s the harm in giving it to him?”
When he was young, Chief Prey also had a lofty dream, wanting to unify the entire Kentana Icefield and become the king of all Kentana barbarians.
Now that his dream is half realized, he finds that he has no ability to govern and feed them. This is the most ironic thing.
"Father……"
"Chief..."
The Kentana barbarian leaders of the safari tribe spoke out one after another. They obviously did not want to be overwhelmed by the people of the sea hunting tribe who smelled like fish. They were out-and-out outsiders, and the tundra grasslands had always been
Belongs to their territory.
It was because of their arrival that they were dragged into a desperate situation of running out of food.
Now they not only want to invade their land, but also sit on top of their heads.
Chief Prey waved his hand and said: "I know what I am doing, but you have also seen the situation of our tribe. If we continue to have a stalemate with Chief Yar and the others, it will only drag both parties into the abyss of death. We must unite and go south."
In the endless mountains, look for more prey and food to survive this crisis."
"We can do this with our own strength, why do we have to unite with that bastard Yar? Could it be that my father still thinks that those thin dwarfs can't fight against the brave Kentana people?" Scott looked displeased.
Xie asked.
"Don't underestimate those southerners. Their bodies are indeed not as strong as ours, but they have smart heads and dexterous hands that we don't have. Not only can they build extremely strong cities, they can also create powerful weapons for hunting giant beasts.
, the ancestors of our Kentana people were enslaved and driven to the ice sheet by them."
Chief Prey said solemnly, "Last year, many tribes were attacked by those southerners, and many powerful Kentana warriors were also not spared. We now have no idea what the capabilities of those southerners are.
No matter how powerful they are, I don’t know how many there are. Unless I have to, I am unwilling to lead my people into a mountain that I don’t understand, because I don’t know how many people I can bring back..."
"So, you are no longer qualified to be the king of the Kentana people because you have too many worries." A rough voice interrupted Chief Prey's words.
A Kentana barbarian opened the door of the camp and got in. His figure was equally majestic and terrifying. Even the Kentana barbarian's camp, which was always tall, seemed a bit tight when he entered.
"Yar..." Scott suddenly jumped up, his eyes burning with flames of war, "You are so brave, you dare to come here."
The Kentana barbarian who just came in was none other than Yal, the chief of the Sea Hunting Tribe they were just talking about.
"What? Are you still going to use shameless means to detain me?" Chief Ya'er laughed loudly, "If you do this, it will really be a disgrace to the ancestors. If you want to launch a glorious battle,
I'm always with you."
"I……"
"Scott!" Chief Prey also stood up, interrupting Scott's intention to launch a challenge, and said solemnly, "Just because Chief Yal can come in person, I feel ashamed. I just want to
Becoming the king of the Kentana people is not something we have the final say, but you need to win the recognition of all the Kentana people and pass the King's Trial. This requires more than just bravery."
"I've said it before, Chief Prey, you really have too much to consider." Chief Yal shook his head and said, "Our situation has forced us to hesitate. No matter what is waiting for us in front, we can only rush forward.
If you stay here, you can only wait for death."
"So, Chief Ya'er agrees to the union of the two tribes?" Chief Prey showed a hint of joy.
"This is something that is beneficial to both parties. Why should I refuse? The power of the two tribes united is always much stronger than separated. As for the king's matter, it is better to wait until the tribesmen find a chance to survive.
"Chief Yal suggested.
"This couldn't be better." Chief Prey said with high spirits, "Bring me the whale bone wine that I have collected. I want to drink it with Chief Yal to celebrate."
The two chiefs of the Kentana barbarian tribe, who were still fighting to the death this summer, had to sit together to discuss the future of the Kentana barbarians for the sake of the survival of the entire race.
The whale bone wine requested by Chief Prey had just been delivered. Before it could be opened, a young Kentana barbarian bumped in and said in a hurry, "Father, father, father, it's not good..."
It’s not good…”
The appearance of this Kentana barbarian is somewhat similar to that of Chief Prey. This is his other son Otis. Although he has a body shape that is not inferior to that of his father and brother, his face still has a certain appearance.
Very immature, obviously he is not yet fully grown up.
Although Otis is Chief Prey's youngest son, he is his favorite because he not only inherited his strong physique, but also his wisdom.
Although he is not very old, he has a maturity and stability that is not found in his peers.
No, to be more precise, most Kentana barbarians will never have his maturity and stability throughout their lives. In this regard, even his brother Scott, who is nearly two rounds older than him, cannot compare.
This is why Chief Pre put Otis in charge of the vanguard of the nomadic tribe. This kind of work requires bold and careful people.
The Kentana barbarians have never lacked bold warriors, but they have lacked careful and patient people.
Everyone knows that the Kentana barbarians advocate force, but if you have a deeper understanding of their racial culture, you will know that they are not thirsty for wisdom, and they never give high respect and attention to those who possess wisdom.
It's just that their cultural inheritance and their own characteristics determine that the chance of wise men and scholars being produced among them is too small.
Otis, who had brought Chief Prey pride in the past, behaved so badly in front of his old rival Chief Yal today, which made him feel very embarrassed and angry. He shouted angrily: "How do I teach you on weekdays?"
Don't be alarmed or confused. Take it calmly. You didn't see me entertaining distinguished guests. Please step aside and talk about anything later."
"No... no... we can't wait." Otis took several breaths to smooth out his breath that was somewhat scattered due to his crazy running. He turned a deaf ear to Chief Prey's reprimand and continued, "Zu
Spirit! The ancestral spirit is coming! The ancestral spirit is coming!”
"My dear brother, have you spent too much energy on women recently, why are you so tired?" Scott stepped forward and put his arm around Otis's shoulders, teasingly pushing him out, "
What kind of ancestral spirit is coming? What nonsense are you talking about? Obey my father's order and get out quickly. We can't let you make nonsense now."
Scott was complaining about Chief Prey's favoritism, and this was the best time to use it as an excuse.
"Let me go!" Otis threw his shoulders, shook Scott's thick arm off his body, and raised his voice, "What I said is true, the ancestral spirit is coming, it is really the ancestral spirit coming.
Already."
"You're still in high spirits, get out of here." Scott's face darkened. He felt embarrassed after being contradicted in public. He grabbed Otis with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and prepared to throw him out by force.
.
Otis hurriedly dodges. Once Scott catches him, he will definitely not reap the benefits. He is very aware that his elder brother does not like him.
This is obviously not an easy task. Even though Scott is huge, he is not bloated. Once he takes action, he is quick, accurate and ruthless. His title as the number one warrior of the nomadic tribe is not given in vain. Why does he
When he saw Chief Yal, he looked eager to try?
It's because he has always been dissatisfied. After all, the opponent has always been known as the first warrior of the Kentana barbarians, but his reputation as the first warrior of the nomadic tribe is half a step higher. Before fighting him, he had
What qualifies you to be called that?
Snap!
The other big hand stretched out horizontally and shook Scott's big hand firmly.
"What? Chief Yal really thinks he is the king of the Kentana people? Are you going to interfere in our household affairs?" The flesh on Scott's big face kept beating, anger and war raging, "Just right, let me give it a try
, are you worthy of the title of Kentana’s No. 1 Warrior?
On his arms as thick as buckets, long snake-like veins protruded, and as the muscles stirred, strength began to surge crazily.
The person who intervened to stop Scott was none other than Yal, the chief of the Sea Hunting Tribe.
"If this is just your simple housework, I really shouldn't get involved, but this young man just mentioned the ancestral spirits. This is the matter of the entire Kentana people. Chief Scott wants to compete. We will have many opportunities in the future.
, why not let this young man finish what he said? What do you mean when you just said that the ancestral spirit is coming?" Chief Yar said with a smile.
As Scott continued to exert more force, the animal skin clothes on his body also bulged.
It was obvious that Chief Yal was not as relaxed as he appeared under the pressure brought by Scott.
In terms of pure strength, there is not that big a gap between the two.
"Scott." Chief Prey shouted angrily, "Have you done your nonsense? If you continue to behave nonsense, don't blame me for driving you out."
"Humph!" Scott groaned, and finally took the initiative to withdraw his strength.
Chief Ya'er, who passively responded to the challenge, was also unwilling to stir up trouble at the opponent's home court. He also took the initiative to withdraw his efforts and said with a smile: "Since Chief Scott wants to compete, why not wait until we lead the tribe through this crisis?"
?Whether it is a wrestling match or a glorious battle in front of the ancestral spirits, I fully agree. If there is no way to defeat Chief Scott, I will not have the shame to call the Kentana people not the king."
"Okay!" Scott laughed and said, "Quick, since the chief is a cheerful person, I will not continue to be a villain."
The flames of war that were about to ignite between the two were just suppressed by force.
"Since the chief is interested, let's listen together. I apologize for my son's impulsive behavior." Chief Prey said to Chief Yal firmly.
Obviously, he was a little dissatisfied with Chief Yal's initiative to interfere in their tribe's affairs.
"I am the one who should apologize. I was rash just now. They are all the children of the chief. How could the chief allow them to hurt each other?" Chief Yal said with a smile.
To be able to unite the scattered sea hunting tribes into a single group, Chief Yal relies on more than just his bravery. His grasp of human nature and sophistication is far superior to that of ordinary Kentana barbarians.
His resignation significantly relaxed the atmosphere.