In the afternoon, a high-speed frigate left the Spike Fortress and sailed towards a plain at the corner of the large corridor. There lived four werewolf tribes, one big and three small.
Qianye had only designated the target on the map when he set off, so there was no possibility of Iska's deception.
Song Hui once seized the opportunity of being alone with Qianye for a short time, and once again expressed her opinion, "There must be a conspiracy behind this, and that stinky wolf must have its own purpose!"
It could be seen that she was extremely wary of Iska at this time, even Qianye himself was refreshing his understanding of the werewolf earl time and time again. No wonder Zheng Guo didn't take advantage of the werewolves with such a big difference in the social forms of the two sides, and with a general like Xu Jingxuan.
However, Qianye has his own opinion on this, "It's normal to have a purpose, otherwise why? Suppress by force? Then any clan chief who comes down from the Twilight Continent will be able to take Yong Lu into his pocket. As for whether it is a conspiracy, let's see." Just know."
This journey is not long, and the destination will be reached soon.
Many mercenary generals entered the werewolf tribe camp as visitors for the first time. Even though Qianye had seen more than one werewolf tribe in the Eternal Night Continent, he was still quite surprised by what he saw.
Compared with werewolves on other continents, the werewolf tribe here is much more primitive. The cone-topped houses were built of wood, hay and mud bricks, and the camp was protected by a spiky palisade that wasn't even a city wall. There are many tall poles erected in the camp, carrying dried game on them. The scale of the camp is not small, but there are only a few large prey, most of which are pheasants and ducks.
Seeing Qianye and his party walking into the camp, many werewolf tribesmen walked out of the huts and watched silently. There were mostly women and children in the camp, and there were very few young and old. This is not surprising, maybe they are already in the conscripted troops, but there are very few old people, which is a bit strange. The wargs lay listlessly in the shade, occasionally flicking their tails.
Most of the werewolves wore homemade leather clothing, many children were simply naked, and even some women were topless.
Next to the grass hut, on the kitchen table of the werewolves, some grains and dried fruits were scattered, mixed with air-dried minced meat, and cooked into meat porridge. This was their food. It's just that the proportion of meat is pitifully small, perhaps it can only add some meat flavor to the porridge.
Looking at the foreign visitors, the werewolves had curiosity and awe in their eyes, but more indifference and numbness, as if the hard life had drained all their enthusiasm.
Qianye had never seen the life of the tribal people from the perspective of a peaceful bystander, nor did he think that the werewolves in the large corridor would be so downcast. For a moment, he thought of the garbage dump on the Evernight Continent.
Werewolves are not said to be completely carnivorous creatures, but they are not too far behind. If they eat less meat, it will seriously affect their growth. In the past, when the empire imprisoned werewolf captives, one of the secrets was to only feed them grains. After eating for a week, even the strongest werewolves would become weak, let alone resist, and even have no energy to escape.
But the werewolves in the large corridor seemed to be accustomed to vegetarianism, which was also forced by the environment.
Just as Qianye was observing the details of the werewolf tribe, an old werewolf priest sniffed vigorously, and suddenly shouted: "It's Your Majesty, His Majesty Qianye!"
He rushed in front of Qianye, threw himself on the ground, and kissed Qianye's combat boots. The werewolves in the entire tribe seemed to have exploded, and they all rushed over, looking crazy.
The mercenary generals were taken aback, and someone drew their weapons.
Iska let out his breath immediately, and the tyrannical coercion frightened the werewolf tribesmen, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone back down, keep a distance, if anyone offends His Majesty, I will skin him and hang him on a high pole." die!"
At this moment, the Earl of Darkness, who is good at sniper talent and thus has a relatively stable combat style, revealed the ferocity and cruelty of the werewolf. This kind of threat was very effective against the werewolves. They knelt on the ground, crawled back, and made way for Qianye and others.
Qianye glanced at Iska coldly, frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter with the address just now?"
Eska said respectfully: "You will know when you go to the ancestor altar."
Qianye glared at him and walked into the largest thatched hut in the center of the tribe. This is where the ancestral altar is located, and it is also the holy place of the entire tribe. Not to mention outsiders, even ordinary tribesmen do not have the right to step in casually. But the few priests didn't have the slightest objection, and prostrated themselves on the ground to welcome Qianye inside.
Qianye frowned and stepped into the gate. As soon as you enter the door, it's like stepping into another world, with completely different atmosphere inside and outside. Unexpectedly, Qianye actually sensed his own breath on the ancestor altar. In today's world, Qianye is probably the only one who possesses dark gold blood aura, and this aura will never be mistaken.
In the center of the ancestor altar, the totem poles of the tribe's ancestors surround a badge in the center like stars and moons. The badge was cast from steel and was crudely made, with jagged edges and not even a perfect circle cut out. Just such a thing, in the empire, is a street stall, and it will be over if it can sell a few copper coins.
If there is anything special about it, it is that it is contaminated with a little bit of Qianye's blood. This badge was one of the ones Eska used to infuse Qianye with blood. At that time, Qianye thought that he wanted some tokens to be used as a proof of action, which is very common in Yongye and the empire. The keepsakes of real big men all have a unique aura, which cannot be forged.
Who would have thought that such a batch of crudely made things would be placed in the middle of the ancestor altar by the werewolf first-class tribe and worshiped as a holy object
Qianye picked up the badge and looked at it, then put it back on the altar. He also found that after such a long time, the blood energy left on the badge has not weakened, but has increased. Could it be that the worship of werewolves can also nourish the blood
"What's going on here?" Qianye asked again.
"You have seen that the werewolves in the entire Great Cloister area regard you as the real king. In their hearts, your status is already superior to that of their ancestors, and you are unique. So you don't need to worry about our loyalty."
Qianye sneered, "Do you think I will believe it? What did you tell them to make this happen?"
Iska knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, the truth is so. Not only them, but also my clansmen and I believe that you are the real king who leads us out of this predicament."
There was a chill in Qianye's voice, and he asked, "What's the reason? What I showed you was blood. In the upper continent, blood races and werewolves are feuds, and holy wars have been fought for thousands of years, if not for ten thousand years."
"Your Majesty..."
"I don't want to hear that title again."
Iska choked, lowered his head, and said, "As you wish."
He paused for a while, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, but said: "The upper continent is too far away from us, and holy wars are just legends. What the werewolves in the large corridor want is very simple, just to survive."
Qianye said coldly, "Every ethnic group wants to survive. The main point, or is that all you can say?"
Eska said: "For the werewolves in the large corridor, survival is a luxury goal. For the survival of the tribe, we have no choice, yes, there is no choice other than war. Either on the battlefield Bring back the spoils, or die in battle to reduce the burden on the tribe. The Great Corridor cannot support so many werewolves, some must die to allow others to live."
This is a heavy and simple truth.
Competing for living space is the eternal theme of the eternal war in the entire Eternal Night World. The difference between camps, within each camp, and even within the same clan is only in degree. The tribal situation of the werewolves in the large corridor in front of us may be more tragic than most places.
Xu Jingxuan suddenly said: "Is this the reason why you attack Zheng Guo every year?"
Eska nodded, "This is the most important reason. Otherwise, no one would attack a well-defended fortress."
Xu Jingxuan snorted, his face was ugly. Every year at the turn of summer and autumn, werewolves would launch an attack on Zheng Guo, plundering autumn grain and supplies, rushing in and rushing away. Even with the help of fortress defense, the casualties of the defenders are still not small. During these years as the chief general of the Western Territory, many familiar faces became the names on the tombstones every year.
In terms of casualties, the werewolf still surpassed the human race. Even if he saw the living environment of the werewolves now and knew that the werewolves wanted to reduce the population, to Xu Jingxuan, hatred was still hatred, and there was no sympathy for it.
A mercenary general suddenly said: "You werewolves can't support you, so you all surrender and let the adults support you?"
This sentence can be regarded as expressing the feelings of many people at the moment, and the eyes staring at Iska are not kind.
Eska raised his head and met Qianye's gaze. His eyes are clear, and he has courage, pride, and sincerity inside, but he is not flustered or guilty of being exposed by a scheme.
"The reason we surrender is indeed to survive."
As soon as this sentence came out, many mercenary generals snorted and glared at Iska. Only the two deacons of the Frost Thunder Temple were expressionless, wondering what they were thinking.
Eska suddenly raised his voice and said, "But we don't want you to support us, our lord. We werewolves are born warriors. Our ancestors were born in the flames of war and died in the flames of war. We can support ourselves! I need a little help from you now, just because at this time, at this time, women are having children and they want to eat more. And I want the elderly to live beyond the grain harvest .”
At this time, Qianye slowly heard some different meanings, "You mean an elderly person?"
Iska's voice became low, and he pointed to several priests with white beard and hair, and said, "In the large corridor, only priests and witch doctors can live to this age. The rest of the tribe will leave as soon as their physical strength begins to decline." Go to the battlefield, or go into the mountains by yourself to find a suitable cemetery. So you can’t see old people in the tribe. The werewolves here have no right to grow old.”
A few simple words are extremely heavy.
Even Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary general were silent. Among the Dark Fire executives present, they had a deeper feeling than those who came from the Song Clan. In this dark world, the human race has always been a weak race. In small countries like the Neutral Land and Zheng State, the fate of the low-level civilians and those who have lost the ability to fight is not much better than these werewolves. Only in the powerful Qin Empire that has stood for thousands of years, there is peace in the mainland, and there is the word of recuperation.
Qianye looked at Iska, his eyes were a little erratic, as if he saw somewhere in the unknown void through him, or maybe a certain node in the long river of time.
After a while, Qianye said: "What do you want me to do?"