The leader of the Vulture Tribe is not a very good guy. There is not so much snow on the side of Yufeng Mountain like the Snow Wolf Tribe. The high mountains block the wind. The Vulture Tribe is located in a valley. Well, both the prey and the food are much better than the snow wolf.
But he was still under the command of the boss, and he was so poor that he didn't even dare to get a few sub-beast men to be raised in his own home.
The snow wolf leader had been eyeing that place for a long time, but because the two tribes had made a contract first, they would not disturb each other. In the past, he always wanted to rack his brains to find a reason to start a war, to grab that territory and take it as his own, but now, he came up with a bad idea to eat away at the whale—marriage.
The vulture leader is also well aware of his wolf ambitions, but the two tribes have been friends for a long time, and they can't even reject people as guests. They are not allowed to do business, and all young and middle-aged men, no matter whether they are sub-beasts or orcs, have to go out and put on the appearance of welcoming them.
I hope this kind of welcome can deter the other party and let the bastards of the Snow Wolf tribe get out of here quickly.
Even Zheyan, a semi-disabled person who usually doesn't even go out of the house, was asked to lead Chang'an to stand out.
Chang An had just had a fight with someone, Zhe Yan could tell - the corner of the child's mouth was swollen, the child was born with a bit of a wound and didn't like it, and a casual bump would easily turn him into bruises.
Some people in the tribe disdain wise words, especially the leader's three wives, which naturally affects the next generation. None of the children are willing to play with Chang'an. They make up all kinds of ugly words behind their backs, and sometimes throw them at him Stone.
Just now, a little orc, relying on his ability to transform, brought a group of puppies to trouble Chang'an. However, although Chang'an usually doesn't like to talk or cry, his temper is not as good as it looks.
The little orc and his followers didn't pay attention to such a crooked little sub-beast. The little orc nodded Chang An's shoulder and pushed him back, cursing and saying: While reading the insulting Zheyan words learned from adults, Chang'an was caught off guard and suddenly got into trouble.
He used the small saw blade he stole from the carpenter to poke it into the little orc's hand, and killed him unexpectedly.
Of course, Chang An didn't have that much strength, so he couldn't poke it in, but he also saw blood on the spot.
The children were not yet old enough to go hunting with them, they had never seen blood before, and they were stunned on the spot. Taking this opportunity, Chang An jumped up, hugged the little orc's head, and bit him On the ear, the little orc burst into tears, thinking that his ear was going to be bitten off.
He couldn't help but turned into a beast, scratching and scratching rampantly, trying to throw Chang'an down. Chang'an was so dizzy by him that he was about to vomit, but he just had a desperate ruthlessness, so he held back desperately. Riding on the neck of the little beast, biting his ears, he just wouldn't let go.
The little orc's ears were the weak point, and soon he bled. He rolled on the ground in pain, exposing his belly.
This once again allowed Chang An to seize the opportunity—the orc's belly is the weakest place, and it must not be exposed to the enemy. Chang An shrank his body and hit him hard with his bony kneecap, the little orc groaned in pain. With a sound, a pitiful sob came out of his throat, and there was nothing he could do about Chang'an.
Chang An straddled his neck, pressed the small saw against his neck, grabbed the fluff on his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "One more time, I will cut your neck off!"
It's not that easy to cut off the neck, but the little orc who was pinned down by him thought that this guy could really do it.
The children had never seen such a life-threatening fight, so at this point, Chang'an miraculously counted one against ten, and won a complete victory!
After his enemies dispersed, Chang An went around behind the big tree, and with a "crash", he threw up his stomach over and over again, the bruise at the corner of his mouth was hot and painful, but he still felt very happy in his heart... just a little scared Be scolded by philosophical words.
Fortunately, Zheyan saw the wound on the corner of his mouth, but felt guilty, and didn't ask. The man used his only arm to protect Little Chang'an, and walked at the end of the crowd. When someone reached out to touch him inappropriately, he silently endured it and said nothing. He kept silent, as if he was afraid that the child would know.
But Chang'an is so short, his sight is from bottom to top, what those grown-ups think they are doing in secret, can he not see
He was ignorant and didn't know what these people were doing, but he felt that the other party had bad intentions, so he stared at those people's hands on Zheyan's waist and hips, and was silently protected by Zheyan Going away, I thought to myself: "If you give me a knife, I will chop you all up."
But he didn't even have a knife for chopping wood, and even tried his best to hide the small saw blade secretly. At home, Zhe Yan never let him do rough work like chopping wood, as if he firmly believed that he was of noble blood, and that even a sub-beast that looked sick and crooked could become some kind of superb craftsman.
Chang An has been sent to the carpenter as an apprentice for more than two months. The carpenter doesn't spoil him like Zhe Yan, he likes to order him to do this and that every day, and doesn't teach him anything.
Moreover, the matter of the carpenter really did not arouse the interest of a six-year-old boy, but when he thought of Zheyan, it was for his own good, Changan accepted it silently, feeling that he was really asked to learn these things, but it was not at all. What, the only trouble is that I can't often go to the mountains to watch people practicing swords.
Thinking of this, Changan felt that standing here with these people was boring, so he gently grabbed Zheyan's hand, and whispered: "I want to pee."
Zhe Yan glanced down at him, and found that the little thing immediately dodged away as soon as it caught his gaze. Obviously, it was impossible to tell a lie, so he smiled lightly, and tapped him on the forehead, Confessed to him: "You can play, don't run far, don't fight with others, go home by yourself at night, earlier, do you hear me?"
Chang An nodded, smiled at him without hesitation, nimbly got out of the crowd, and ran away.
What a beautiful and well-behaved boy!
Zheyan felt his chest was stuffy, bent over, and coughed lowly. Every time he coughed badly, he always felt a fishy smell in his throat, and suspected that he had some disease, so he never dared to cough in front of Changan, for fear of coughing. Passed to him—only to send him hastily to the carpenter.
You have to live well, Zheyan thought, reaching out and pressing his chest.
He still has to raise Chang'an.
In fact, as soon as Chang'an left, the leader of the Snow Wolf Tribe led a group of people back in a mighty manner.
From the beginning of Chang'an's records, Zheyan has been telling him that a man named "Hua Yi" with silver animal patterns on his hands saved his life, and if he meets him in the future, he must repay him no matter what.
It's a pity that looking at it this way, Chang'an's fate with this savior probably hasn't come yet. The first time was because he was too young to remember.
Although Zheyan is still there, his eyes have long been useless, and even people can't see clearly from a little farther away. After layer after layer of people, with a glimpse, he can't recognize the person who called him back then. What about the half-grown fool who caught a prey
Chang An walked into the woods alone, stepping on the ground with his little feet, without making a sound. He dodged the beasts in the woods, and walked through a large area of bushes taller than himself, to the place where the warrior hunters were training.
With boundless enthusiasm and hope, he arrived at the place but found that there was no one there. Then he remembered that everyone had gone to meet the Snow Wolf Tribe, so he became even more disappointed.
Chang'an got out of the grass, walked around the place where people usually train twice, and suddenly had a daring idea for no reason, and sneaked into the weapon room along the window.
Beastmen are powerful in transforming into beasts, but if they encounter someone who is bigger than themselves and has sharp teeth, it will be disadvantageous.
So at this time, it is time to turn into a half-beast and compete with weapons. In the orc's weapon room, even in midsummer, it is gloomy, and the things hanging in it have a fishy smell. They are all real guys who can outwit minions. .
The strange thing is that Chang'an, a little guy who doesn't have the thinnest and shortest knife length, doesn't feel uncomfortable standing in it.
He found a big saber, which was less than a foot long, and it stood alone in the middle of the weapon room. It had an iron handle and a thick back, and it felt cold to the touch. A ferocious beast.
Chang An squatted beside the big saber and looked at it for a while, his little face that had been bloodless all the year round showed a look of envy. He even stretched out his hand and grabbed the long handle of the saber, but his hand was too small to hold it together. It is still difficult to grasp a circle, let alone lift this big guy.
His palm touched the icy cold iron handle, and a chill rolled down his palm all over his body, but Chang An seemed to have touched something good. He was so excited that a little pimple appeared on his cheek. Excited pink. He reluctantly rubbed on the handle of the knife for a long time, then stood up and walked around it three or four times before turning to the others.
In the end, he picked up a pair of the shortest, lightest, rusted blades that had been discarded, deftly flipped out of the window, and on the training ground in the courtyard, following the movements of the people he watched secretly, Playing decently.
It's just that he didn't have the strength in his hands, and he was panting and sweating profusely after a while. However, this seemed to be the most fun game Chang An had ever played, but the more tired he became, the more excited he became.
At this moment, suddenly, someone not far away uttered "Hey", Chang An staggered, and fell to the ground with the knife and the person. However, he did not appear to be flustered, but turned his head just as he was lying on the ground. I went there, and found a middle-aged orc standing there with a small basket on his back. Obviously, he was not from the tribe.