Chapter 36 The Fugitive
After a long journey in the ice and snow, the leopard warrior named Phil's face turned blue, and he told Leon the reason for others in an anxious tone.
It turned out that two days ago, the hunting team of the Lightning Tribe met a wandering tribe in the forest. There were more than 100 people, most of whom were bear descendants, and some of them were pigs and rabbits.
Their original tribe was destroyed by the gobre, and these orcs were lucky to escape.
But without their homes, they absolutely couldn't get through the harsh winter. They had to wander in the forest to seek the protection of new tribes. During this period, they also encountered some orcs in similar situations.
Due to the lack of food and warm clothing, when the hunting team led by Rose met them, more than a dozen people in the team had frozen to death.
Although Rose is very sympathetic to them, the Lightning Tribe has just been rebuilt, and its own food is also greatly insufficient. How can it support more than a hundred mouthfuls?
So she could only take out some food and send ten soldiers to escort the team to the Valley of Hope - only the Hammer tribe was able to accept the refugees.
After understanding the ins and outs of the whole matter, Elder Monstein, who arrived later, showed compassion, and Leon roared, "Open the door again and let everyone in!"
"Instruct me to prepare hot water and food, and vacate the tent!"
After a series of orders were issued, Leon, Elder Monstein and others took the soldiers out of the valley to greet them.
The scene in front of everyone was stunned!
Almost all of these orcs who came to seek are not sincere and benevolent. Most of them are undressed, their skinny bodies are dirty, and there are many scars, which are worse than beggars!
Many people stood barefoot on the cold snow and trembled. Their faces were full of despair and numbness. The mother held the child who was freezing and cried helplessly.
There are still several people dragged by stretchers made of wooden vines, and they don't know whether to live or die.
Such a tragic scene made Leon's heart rise with unspeakable anger and sadness. Since he came to this world, he gradually regarded himself as a member of the orcs. When he saw his fellow people encountering such a dilemma, he felt empathy!
He once thought that the situation of the mad hammer tribe was bad enough, but in fact, what was much more tragic was that the group of people in front of him was the best proof.
These orcs, like the Hammer tribe, stayed in the Wuthering Forest to defend their homeland. They could not get the support of the Kingdom of Bemon and fought alone until the last moment.
Each of them is a hero and should not get such a result! Leon couldn't help clenching his fist.
"What are you still doing? Why don't you help them go into the valley!"
Leon turned his head and roared at the bear hammers standing behind him.
His voice passed through the wind and snow and echoed in the valley from afar. The bear hammers woke up like a dream and came forward to help one after another.
With the help of the tribal warriors, the wandering orcs quickly entered the valley camp.
There are not many empty stone houses in the camp. Fortunately, the discussion tent can accommodate a lot of people. Elder Monstein arranged the injured and too weak old and children in the tent, while the others were diverted to all households.
The people of the mad hammer tribe accepted this group of compatriots who were on the verge of extinction with generous and warm arms.
Hot water, food, warm clothes, and the treatment of shamans, most people have recovered a little vitality, at least their lives are guaranteed.
Despite this, two people died of injuries. In fact, it is a miracle that they can support until now.
The valley camp stayed up all night. In order to take care of and settle the people, most of the clan members helped take care of them until dawn.
"How's it going?" Leon rubbed his bloody eyes and asked. Of course, he didn't rest last night.
The tired Elder Monstein nodded and shook his head again: "It's okay. We've tried our best. It's not easy for them to survive!"
After the count, there were a total of 127 orcs who fled. Except for two people who died of serious injuries, the rest of them could basically recover slowly through recuperation.
Most of them are adults, and some children, and the elderly died on the way.
"I heard that some old people, in order not to drag everyone down, voluntarily chose to leave the team and go to the forest to kill themselves!" Elder Monstein's eyes flashed with tears: "Ree, I think we should do something."
"That's what I think..." Leon nodded and said, "I have asked the people of the Lightning tribe to go back and tell them to help search for other exiled orcs and send them all to our camp."
Ten soldiers of the lightning tribe stayed in the camp for one night and went back at dawn. Now their new tribe still does not have enough winter reserves.
In addition to this request, Leon also said that no matter what difficulties they encountered, they could come to ask for help at any time.
"The valley is big enough. As long as enough houses are built, it is not a problem to accommodate a thousand people. Only food is a problem. I'm going to go to Blackstone Town again and buy as much as I can!"
In winter leisure, all the soldiers in the tribe can be used for construction, not to mention that there are nearly a hundred hard-working green gophres to drive, and it is not a problem to build more houses.
Food is a problem, but Leon thought about it last night. Since Aklan boasted that he was very good at camouflage, it was time to test it now.
Due to the delay of this unexpected incident, Leon was not able to leave immediately to the Kingdom of Bemon.
He and a dozen tribal warriors, such as Aklan and Rock Hammer, took twenty gray camels to Blackstone Town when the wind and snow stopped.
The trip was quite smooth. Due to the arrival of winter, there were fewer mercenary adventurers in Blackstone Town, and some of them were drinking and gambling in warm and lively bars to pass the time.
According to the plan he wanted in advance, Leon asked Rock Hammer and others to stay in the woods on the outskirts of the town with most of the gray camels, and then he went to Blackstone Town with Aklan to purchase a batch of cloaks and other items commonly used by mercenary adventurers.
After buying it, the two returned to the woods and distributed the cloaks to the rock hammer. With the cover of these cloaks, the rock hammer and others could ride the sand camel into the town.
Leon finally saw Aklan's camouflage. After a make-up and a small phantom spell, the young and handsome blonde magician changed into a middle-aged black-haired mage with vicissitudes of life.
If it weren't for his camouflage, he could only work on himself, otherwise he could not use a cloak, and he could make Rock Hammer and others disguise themselves as barbarians without being noticed.
With a suitable disguise, the group of people took the camel team into Blackstone again at dusk and checked into a local hotel.
This may increase the risk of exposure to Rock Hammer and others, but it can familiarize the bear hammers with the living conditions of the human race and make it safer to take a detour to the Kingdom of Bimon.
In fact, in the Blackstone town where caravans often go in and out, they did not arouse any doubts. The hotel clerk who got the tip would not care what kind of guests were staying in, as long as they didn't make trouble in it.
By the morning of the next day, Leon and Aklan began to make a big purchase. Leon took a few soldiers and more than a dozen sand camels, and almost emptied the grain shop warehouse that had been traded several times. Whether it was oats, rye or gray wheat, they brought flour.
For this, he paid one-third more.
But Leon doesn't care at all. Money is useless in Wuthering Forest. Food is the most real hard currency.
On the other hand, Aklan and Rock Hammer searched the weapons shops, clothing shops and grocery stores in the town together. A large amount of money was sprinkled and exchanged for batches of weapons, cold-proof bedding and common living items.
Due to their quick cooperation and generosity, those shopkeepers with deserted business are afraid of running away from their big customers, and they are all attentive and attentive.
Before it attracted people's attention, Leon and Aklan led a full-load of camels and quickly left Blackstone and quickly disappeared into the woods.
After trekking through the forest all day, they successfully returned to Hope Valley.
In this big purchase, Leon bought nearly 30,000 pounds of food, and other weapons, household utensils, etc. were also enough for the daily use of the newly joined clan.
With this batch of materials, the biggest problem will be solved, even if more vagrant orcs join in, it is not a problem.
On the morning of the third day, Leon and Akran, as well as three tribal soldiers, including the Rock Hammer, embarked on a journey to Tomund City, the capital of the southwestern province of the Kingdom of Bemon.
"When you come back this time, you are free to choose your own path."
When he was about to walk out of the whistling forest, Leon suddenly said to Aklan, "It doesn't matter if you don't continue to be my followers."
Aklan was stunned.
On the glorious continent, magicians are very respected. With profound knowledge, mysterious power and rare numbers, the aura on them has never faded for thousands of years.
Generally speaking, few magicians become followers of others, but many warriors, warriors and even knights have become followers of magicians, leaving many stories and legends on the mainland.
Although Aklan is only a third-level magician, as a follower of Leon, he is definitely bent down, so he doesn't understand why Leon is willing to return his freedom.
The power and usefulness of the magician, of course, now Leon has a deep understanding. To be honest, he is reluctant to lose such a follower.
But Leon knows very well that it is difficult for people like Aklan to stay in the primitive Hammer tribe for a long time. With just one vow, they will not get true loyalty.