Chapter 441 Blood Ox Tribe
It snowed all night. In the middle of the night, Stanford was afraid of freezing the reindeer, so he had people bring them in. The orcs were not too worried about their thick-clothed reindeer. Thick blanket for livestock.
In the early morning of the next day, the snow stopped, and half of the calf could be covered when walking in the snow.
After internal deliberations of the exploration team, the vast majority of people advocated crossing the Rocky Mountains in diameter, and Stanford respected the opinions of the team members.
An orc named Finn invites them to go on the road with them. If they follow them, they can get supplies and repairs from the tribes that trade with them.
"Although we don't know how to cross that mountain range, at least the tribes we went to occasionally have dwarves who come to trade. Maybe you can talk to them..." This is what the orc said, which impressed Stanford .
After a night of getting along, the exploration team and the orcs gained initial trust, so they followed the caravan and headed south. During this period, Finn also introduced the leader of the caravan to Stanford, whose name is pronounced For Eugene's old orc.
Unlike the lively and talkative Finn, this old orc with white hair has a serious expression and is unsmiling. He is more like a general leading a war than a leader of a caravan.
The two groups of people who formed a temporary group headed southwest. Gradually, there were more trees, and in the end they entered the endless virgin forest.
"Unlike herding horses and sheep on the grassland, the tribes here mostly rely on fishing, hunting and farming." Finn introduced this area to them.
Along the way, they passed several tribes. After the caravan completed the transaction with the tribe, they immediately set off for the next tribe.
Stanford noticed that there were also some small human indigenous tribes here, but when they saw the orcs, most of them had an undisguised look of wariness in their eyes.
It seems that there are exchanges and trades with each other, and it seems that ethnic conflicts always exist.
Finally, they came to the last stop, the tribe closest to the Rocky Mountains - the Blood Ox Tribe.
“Welcome! My friends!”
An older orc, who was about the same age as the caravan leader, stood at the gate of the village made of wood to welcome the arrival of the caravan.
“My friend, long time no see!”
The leader of the caravan, who had never smiled much along the way, grinned widely, showing his long fangs, and went over to get close to him. Hug each other.
Finn quietly introduced to Stanford on the side: "The man hugging Mr. Eugene is the tribe's chief Asoye. He is a bold man, but you have to be careful about his eldest son Gunther. The one standing behind is a greedy and cunning man. Sigh... I don’t know how a man like Asoye gave birth to such a son."
Finn shook his head and sighed, while Stanford said. He cast his gaze towards the back of Chief Asoye, where there was a tall and majestic orc, with two arms bare in such a cold weather. Indeed, as Finn said, he seemed to be a difficult person to deal with, with a fierce look on his face.
Suddenly, the orc seemed to feel something in his heart. He rolled his sinister eyes and immediately found the two people who were commenting on him.
Finn and Stanford immediately turned their faces away, pretending as if nothing happened.
“Who are these people?”
The old chief looked at the humans mixed in the caravan with confusion.
“Oh, what I met on the way was a group of adventurers who wanted to go here to buy furs, but they are all warriors! They came across the sea from the south in a canoe, and now they want to cross the sea. The Rockies return to the south.”
Chief Eugene explained to him this way.
"Coming across the sea? Do you have to cross that mountain?" The old chief's eyes widened.
"He is indeed a warrior! Let's invite their leader to the banquet later."
In this way, Stanford inexplicably became a guest of the local tribal chief.
The banquet was held in a wooden longhouse. The style of the orc banquet was very simple. There were no musicians playing music, no red tape, no beautiful carpets and no exaggerated wall decorations.
Everyone sat around a huge rectangular wooden table, eating meat and drinking wine. Some people even held wine bottles and drank heavily.
Although there were no songs and dances, there were wrestling, ax throwing and other performances to add to the fun, which was an eye-opener for Stanford and Matthew, the temporary vice-captain who accompanied him to the banquet.
“Guest!”
After the old chief drank a large bowl of wine, he asked Stanford, who was holding a wine bowl as big as his head and was at a loss.
“Can you tell us guys who have spent our lives in the forest about what you saw on the road?”
"Oh! I am happy to share my experiences on the road with your distinguished master." Stanford agreed hastily.
…
“As soon as we sailed out of the bay and turned around to head north, we encountered... a huge whale!”
"You know about whales! But the whale we encountered this time is very big. I visually estimated that the part above the water is more than 20 meters long!"
The banquet hall immediately burst into boos.
"Haha! This human is so good at bragging! Did you see the big fish more than 20 meters long in your dream?"
The chief's son Gunther took the lead and shouted loudly Laughed.
The group of people surrounding him also laughed.
Matthew had a look of displeasure on his face and was about to stand up to refute, but was stopped by Stanford.
He still maintained a faint smile on his face and continued to say in a calm tone: "We continue to sail north, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer..."
He described it to everyone present. The book introduces the experiences in the land of eternal night, and introduces the world that is still full of vitality between the ice and snow, the giant bears covered with white hair, the plump otters, the lazy seals, and the indigenous people who live tenaciously under the severe cold. ——There are orcs and humans, as well as the almost miraculous light curtain.
“Incredible!”
The chief picked up the wine bowl again, “You mean, even there, there are human traces?”
“Yes, Chief! Even there, civilization is not extinct.”
Asoye raised his big bowl and said, "Gods! Respect life!"
"Respect life!"
Everyone in the hall raised their bowls in agreement.
After everyone finished, the old chief said to Stanford: "Please forgive my son for being rude, but that's how we orcs are. We can't hold back what we say."
Stanford smiled and nodded, accepting the other party's apology.
Then he held an exquisite wooden box in both hands, stood up and said: "Dear Chief Asoye, this is our gift to you!"
A strong orc standing next to the chief came over. , both hands turned out to be Stanford's box.
He wanted to open it for inspection, but Chief Asoye shouted loudly: "No, Ye Ye, let me open it myself, I am very curious!"
The man's name is Ye Ye. The orcs of Ye had no choice but to return to the chief and hand him the box.
Asouye opened the box carefully under the gaze of everyone.
"Oh!"
"Hoo!"
"Ouch!"
A sound of exclamation sounded in the hall.
I saw a... bottle lying quietly in the wooden box, but this bottle is so beautiful!
Most of the bottle is covered in white, just like freshly squeezed milk, with exquisite patterns outlined in blue, including flowers and birds, which are lifelike, as if the birds are about to come next second. It looks like it's jumping out of the bottle.
The orcs all use pottery bottles and bowls. Whether they are the leader of the tribe who holds a high position or the servant who is busy all day long, they have never seen such exquisite utensils since they were young, and they are all amazed for a while.
"This...this is so precious!"
Chief Asoye stared at the porcelain bottle and said in his mouth.
(End of this chapter)