Chapter 234: Sense of Oppression
Three days passed by in a blink of an eye, and Purficott was still studying issues related to the Serpentine Shield Machine. The Wildmane Tribe came to reply to her team, and then they arrived at the Eagle Mouth again. The gate of the cliff base.
This time Hutton still led the team, but the chief of the Wildmane tribe also came with the team.
This is not only to show respect for the northern lords, but also to be able to make a timely decision when Perficott has any new requirements or conditions without having to make another trip.
Although doing so may cause some problems or dangers, in the eyes of the chief of the Wildmane tribe, it is all worth it.
Before going out, he specifically asked a shaman for divination, and the result was that this negotiation was both a danger and an opportunity. He, the chief, needed to make judgments based on circumstances to avoid the worst outcome.
After all, Hutton is just an ordinary ancestral warrior. Although he is quite prestigious in the tribe, he is better at fighting and hunting, rather than such brain-consuming negotiations.
The Chief himself cannot be said to be very good at this, but at least he is better than Hutton.
With an uneasy mood, the chief of the Wildmane Tribe and others followed Hutton into the Eagle Beak Cliff camp again. This time, Purficott put up a rather formal guard of honor to welcome them. And this undoubtedly once again gave everyone in the Wild Mane tribe a great shock.
Although the team of White Bear Knights who escorted Hutton and others back to the tribe last time had shocked the people of the Wildmane tribe and made them clearly realize the power of the empire's force, this time The person who was taken out by Purficott once was the Steam Knight.
Looking at those ultimate armors made entirely of steel, the first impression of the people of the Wildmane tribe was actually "rich" and "luxury".
Because for the indigenous tribes who lack iron smelting technology, even a wooden shield covered with iron can be regarded as a very luxurious armor, let alone such an armor made entirely of steel.
Even if only calculated in terms of weight, the entire Wildmane tribe may not be able to gather the steel needed for a steam knight.
And now, all they see are more than twenty Steam Knights!
You can imagine what kind of shock this is.
This is no less shocking than someone building a house out of gold.
After all, for these indigenous tribes, even crude smelted pig iron ingots can serve as hard currency in transactions between tribes.
“Are these white people so rich?” the chief asked Hutton in a low voice in Aboriginal language. The steel monsters in front of him had seriously affected his judgment and attitude.
"They are indeed very rich, but we didn't see these armors made of steel last time." Hutton explained to the chief, and also explained: "Last time we came, I only saw those white bear warriors. Although they were also wearing armor, they were not so exaggerated.
This may be a good thing passed down by this white tribe. Last time we saw their daily appearance. Once they officially welcomed us, they brought out the good stuff.”
After hearing Hutton's speculation, the chief also felt that this might be the truth of the matter.
After all, they still live an almost primitive nomadic life, and it is really difficult for them to understand how exaggerated the production capacity of the industrial era can be.
But even so, the attitude of the natives of the Wildmane tribe towards Perficott has quietly changed. In any case, the other party's treatment and display of wealth and strength were enough to make the Wild Mane tribe think of being invincible and want to surrender.
Coupled with Purfict’s friendly attitude during the previous contact between the two parties, the chief of the Wildmane Tribe and the people who came with him were already more or less biased. Surrender to Perfectcott.
However, things obviously did not progress that fast. They still needed to meet with Perficott once and conduct one or even multiple formal negotiations before they could really make a decision.
This time, Purficott did not meet the people of the Wildmane tribe in the laboratory, but prepared a rather formal occasion.
In a brightly lit hall, Purficott sat on a high chair in the middle. Standing next to her was her loyal old housekeeper, and behind her were the female knights Samantha and Claudia, the female assassin.
On both sides of Purficott were the Northern Civil Service Officers and the officers of the White Bear Knights standing in rows. They were looking at the group of Wild Mane Tribe who walked in with a scrutinizing look. Serious and cold.
In the hall, there is also a group of steam knights standing against the wall and waiting. The slight buzz they emit and the slight release of steam make the entire hall enveloped in an inexplicable atmosphere, with a bit of Mysterious and somewhat depressing at the same time.
This nurturing atmosphere obviously affected a group of people from the Wildmane tribe. They came to Purficott with some trepidation. After saluting her, they said: "Salute to you, noble lord."
Perfect looked at them with an indifferent look. The polite words she originally planned to say suddenly made her feel a little boring for some reason.
She stood up and walked to the chief of the Wildmane tribe.
The chief of the Yemane tribe is a strong man with a height of more than 1.9 meters. Although the ancestors of the Yemane tribe are not known for their strength, it also makes them extraordinarily tall and long legs, so the Yemane tribe Most of the ancestor warriors are tall and tall, and even the women of the entire tribe are taller than other tribes.
Purficant was just a teenage girl. When she stood in front of the chief of the Wildmane tribe, she only reached his belly and looked like an exquisite doll.
But no one present would think that this pretty little girl was weak.
On the contrary, they all felt that the chief of the Wild Mane Tribe was the weak one, and even the chief of the Wild Mane Tribe himself thought so.
Whether it is the various legends about the white people or the various things they have seen along the way, they have left the impression that the other party is invincible in the hearts of the chiefs of the Wild Mane tribe.
Perfect did not speak immediately. She just looked down at the strong man who was much taller than her. Her sharp eyes made the chief of the Wild Mane tribe feel like there was a knife. It looks like it's been scratched on the body.
This made him unable to help but pray to the ancestral spirits so that this matter could end quickly.
Even though he was not a weak person, nor was he a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, he still couldn't hold on for long in the face of the sense of oppression deliberately created by Purficott.
So, when Purficott spoke in a cold voice and asked him, "Submission or destruction?", the already shaken psychological defense in the heart of the chief of the Wildmane Tribe suddenly collapsed. .
(End of this chapter)