The brazier was emitting a comfortable temperature. Regnar looked around, and then he realized that this place was even more backward than he thought.
There are various skull headdresses, seats made of fur, and large tents made of wood and linen. Seeing such a scene, Regnar couldn't help but feel a little contempt for the living environment of the barbarians. how to say? Although these barbarians are not regarded as the same race by humans, at least they are very similar in appearance - except that the barbarians are taller. Therefore, Regnar originally thought that barbarians would be more civilized than orcs.
But obviously, after seeing the majestic and majestic Orgrimmar, Regnar felt that the barbarian tent was really lagging behind his grandma's house. Orcs are at least cities made of stones, right? Orcs at least have a distinction between high and low buildings, right
Look here again, there is nothing! Looking around, even if the snow is removed, it’s still snow! Although you also have stone houses, they are small and pitiful. You can’t even build a high-rise building. Don’t blame us humans for despising you...
In fact, this is not because the IQ of barbarians is lower than that of orcs, but because the living conditions of barbarians are too harsh. Although the land of the orcs is barren, they still have a large area of land, and it is not a land of ice and snow without any grass growing. At least it was possible to grow crops and raise livestock. But what about savages? The environment they live in is a real frozen soil environment. In this case, let alone crops and livestock, it is already amazing that people can live here.
Therefore, although the barbarians have physical fitness and IQ that are not inferior to those of the orcs, due to environmental restrictions, this group has never been able to truly develop and grow.
What's ridiculous is that these guys, because they sit in a well and watch the sky, always think that the barbarians are very powerful in this world, and they will not be much weaker than humans even if they are weak.
"Compared with the human world, this world is a lot crueler." This was the first thing Rego said after he and Regnar reunited. He was resting on the animal skin seat when he saw Regnar When he arrived, he stood up.
Even among barbarians, Rego's height of nearly 2.3 meters was very astonishing. His huge body looked like a hill to Regner. What? Who is Dashan, you ask? Then there is only Clayton, the bloody god of war of the orc clan.
"Long time no see." Regnar didn't answer Rego's words. What could he say? To admit it is to show off, to deny it is to be pretentious.
"Yeah, long time no see." Rego's eyes were fixed on the coachman next to Regna, making the poor guy tremble with fear. But Regnar, who was familiar with him, knew that this guy was actually looking at himself...
"What a pity. When you come to humans, you should at least find a priest to cure your eyes... Even if you become a barbarian king now, you will not be majestic enough with such a pair of funny eyes, right?" Regnar He complained silently in his heart, then he sighed and got ready to do business: "Let me tell you the purpose of coming here first!"
"It's nothing more than negotiation. You don't want us to go south, do you?" Rego asked calmly.
Regnar didn't expect Rego to be so direct, which caught him off guard. In desperation, he could only nod his head: "That's it, but what's your attitude?"
"..." This time, Rego was silent. He ignored Regner and slowly walked outside the tent. His abnormal eyes looked at the snow-filled sky outside the tent, and then said something. Not sent.
"Hey!" Regnar yelled with some dissatisfaction. Regnar's body was so much taller than him that Regnar could only stare at his face by raising his head. The pressure caused by looking up made Leigna Gurner was uncomfortable. He walked to Rego: "What are you thinking about?"
"..." Rego was silent again, then he sighed and said, "Give me five days."
"Huh?" Regnar didn't understand.
"What I mean is." Rego spread his hands and explained: "Since you have arrived at this ice and snow plateau, how about you rest here for a few days first, and negotiate and other matters can be carried out in a few days?"
"What?" Regnar narrowed his eyes. He suspected that Regal seemed to be doing something strange in the past few days. Could it be that he would directly send his troops south during his rest days? If this is really the case, that would be a big problem...
"Not really." Rego, a big and thick barbarian, naturally couldn't guess what Regner was thinking. He shrugged: "You humans have a saying called courtesy. Since I have been entertained by you among humans, now, Is there anything wrong with entertaining you?"
"Entertainment?" Regnar shuddered: "Although I beat you very badly last time, I am not very happy myself! Don't you want to take this opportunity to avenge your personal revenge?"
"How is that possible?" Rego grinned. He looked at the skull and sheep head ornament behind Regner and said, "That battle was very enjoyable. It can even be said that I have fought the best in the nineteen years since I was born. This is the most enjoyable battle. Not only do I not hold any grudge against you, on the contrary, I am looking forward to fighting you again."
"Forget it!" Regnar was startled: "I don't want to suffer the same level of injury as last time. There's no guarantee that my appearance will be disfigured."
"You have a fighting instinct that is unparalleled in the world, but you are afraid of getting hurt?" Rego's face was filled with disbelief. Pain and scars are not bad things in the eyes of barbarians. On the contrary, sometimes they can become medals to show off to others. So Rego didn't quite understand what Regner said.
"Hey! What do you think of me?" Regnar protested: "I'm not a masochist, how could I like to be beaten. But, after being you for nineteen years... Huh? Nineteen years?"
"What?" Rego moved his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Regnar asked hesitantly, "You are only nineteen years old?"
"Is there a problem?" Rego was confused.
Regnar raised his head and looked at his thick beard, which was as thick as a broom, and the hair on his bare chest that was as thick as hair. Then he touched his chin. The stubble was not only sparse but also soft. As for the hair on his chest... Regnar only had fine hair there, but the only thing that made him happy was that his legs were not hairy. At least this is a symbol of his pure manliness.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Regnar couldn't help sighing and smacking his lips: "I really didn't expect that. I thought you were already in your thirties or forties? I didn't expect that you are only nineteen years old. So you are no better than me. How much bigger is it?"
"The ancestors once taught us that age is never a problem. The only important thing is strength." Rego replied calmly.
"Yes, yes, strength is supreme... That's right. No matter how you say it, you are all attribute ability users. If you are thirty or forty years old, it is too unreasonable to only have level 14 strength when participating in the competition... Huh?" Regnar said here I was stunned again.
Himself, Annelotte, Alexander, Saron, Rego, and Fars, who had been killed by Annelotte before. The six of them are all attribute ability users, which doesn't matter. But the strange thing is that the ages of these six attribute ability users are surprisingly similar. Strictly speaking, they all seemed to have been born within a year or two of the founding of the Hawke Empire. Is this just a strange coincidence? Or is there any connection here
In terms of age, Regnar thought of Annelotte's birthday again. After his repeated questioning, Regnar finally learned from Malolite that Annelotte's birthday was December 25th of the first year of the Hawke Empire's calendar. If you think about it this way... Annelotte is definitely a bit older than me.
Because Regnar remembered that the old man once said that he picked him up around April of the second year of the Hawke Empire's calendar. At that time, Regnar seemed to have just reached the full moon. In other words, Regnar would not be able to escape from the circle of the second year of the Hawke Empire's calendar until his death. He would be several months younger than Annelotte...
After learning about this situation, Regnar was depressed for a while, but it wasn't that he hated women who were older than him. Just because he had promised Annelotte to protect her, he always said this with a sense of pride as a brother taking care of his sister. But now it seems as if her sister Annelotte is tolerating her brother Regnar's unreasonable behavior...
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"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that Regna was a little distracted, Rego pushed Regna gently.
"Oh, it's nothing..." Regnar shook his head awkwardly. He really admired his imagination. From state affairs to the age of the girl he liked, his imagination was really rich.
"My age seems to concern you very much?" Rego asked.
"No, it's just a strange coincidence." Regnar smiled and decided not to think about it anymore. Anyway, there won't be any results from thinking about this kind of thing, so you should just do the most important thing in front of you honestly!
"Really?" Rego didn't dig into it. He moved his eyes and said, "So what's your decision? I just want you to take a look here, and I have no other intention."
"You promise?" Regnar looked at Regner. He knew that although this barbarian was good in strength, he didn't seem to be that deep in scheming. In addition, he just learned that he was actually the same age as him, so Regnar I think it's quite possible to believe what he said.
"Promise in the name of our ancestors," Rego said seriously.
"In that case, it doesn't matter if I stay for five more days." Regnar turned around and exchanged glances with Alex, then nodded in agreement.