After having two thousand pounds of food as a base, the bugbears in the Green Field Tribe have less motivation to go out to hunt for food and rob. Anyway, as the leader of the tribe, Allen stays in the cave where the food is stored all day. Here, guarding this large amount of food, unwilling to leave.
In the following seven days, Allen handed over the daily hunting activities to Shitou, and let him lead his people to patrol within the sphere of influence of their Green Field Tribe. As for how much the tribesmen could hunt by the afternoon, He didn't care much anymore.
"Clan leader, jackals, there are jackals."
Shitou hurried back from the wild, his body covered in messes after the battle, with a few scars, and a few new wounds added to the old leather armor that Allen gave him.
"Slow down and talk nicely."
Since the bottleneck was broken, Allen's strength has been slowly but orderly improving. Now he even has enough confidence to completely suppress the former Claw.
"How many gnolls have you encountered?"
The Greenfield Tribe has had a lot of dealings with the Jackal as its neighbor over the years, and it was normal for a fight to occur, so Allen was not panicked at all.
"Yes, there is this, plus this."
The stone stretched out a pair of hands, and the two fingers of one hand were bent. This was the counting method that Allen had finally taught the stone over the past year. After counting more than ten fingers on one hand, the stone could no longer be counted.
"Eight Gnolls?"
Allen was a little confused. Although the Bonefire Tribe and their Green Field Tribe were neighbors, because the Green Field Tribe was relatively weak and the territory they actually occupied was more barren, Jackals generally rarely crossed the border. However, their Green Field Tribe had the habit of venturing across the border to hunt in the Bonefire Tribe's territory from time to time for food.
"How are the casualties?"
The tribe has lost 5 warriors since the last raid. In the past two days, there was an additional cub who just turned 14 years old. Compared to the days of Split Claw, there are many fewer warriors in the tribe. In fact, their strength has not increased but decreased. Compared with the gnolls, the tribe has lost 5 warriors. The gap has become even wider. Faced with a small group of jackals that suddenly appeared on the territory of the Green Field Tribe, Allen couldn't help but ignore them.
"Fortunately, no one died. Agou, here, is injured. Dashan, here..."
He was stumbling on the stones and reporting the results of the battle. After hearing that no one died, Allen breathed a sigh of relief. As for the injured members of the tribe, for the rough-skinned bugbears, as long as they are not disabled, everything is not a problem. , time can slowly heal their injuries.
"We also met humans."
When the word human suddenly came out of the stone's mouth, Allen's face became excited. If there were humans, then maybe there would be a human caravan again. At least in Allen's memory, animals like humans rarely appear alone. In the wilderness.
"Well, last time, you gave us food, humans."
"What?"
Allen was a little confused, but then he realized that the human in the stone's mouth was the human caravan that had robbed a cart of food seven days ago. He quickly stood up, looked for the two-handed ax he had put aside, and shouted loudly: "Everyone Everyone gather together, everyone gather together, we are going to have a big fight today!!"
For a moment, the village was in a state of chaos. Adult female bugbears and male bugbears who had just returned from outside stood in a chaotic pile under Allen's order.
"If we can capture the human caravan today, I will give you all extra food tonight!!"
"Ellen!! Ellen!!"
One sentence made the entire clan excited. The feast seven days ago was the best meal the clansmen had in so many years. Even now, when many clan members recall the meal that night, a long string of laughter will flow from their mouths. .
"Set off!!!"
Allen waved his hand and walked vigorously in the direction pointed by the stone outside the village, taking the lead with flying steps.
Arriving at the junction of the Green Field Tribe and the Bone Fire Tribe, the team of the Human Chamber of Commerce was being bitten and chased by a dozen Jackal teams. Regis, the human warrior who suppressed Allen seven days ago, was also in a state of embarrassment now. , moving around in the fighting team, looking after each other with eight or nine other warriors of the same race, protecting the human caravan and not giving the jackals a chance to approach the caravan.
"Dear bugbear leader, I don't know if you are interested in accepting the protection mission of our Flash Silver Chamber of Commerce. If you help our chamber of commerce drive away the hunting team of jackals, our chamber of commerce is willing to send you 2 complete sets of chainmail and 5 fine maces. .”
Allen and his team were discovered by the scouts of the human caravan from a distance. The caravan steward Fili, who had last met Allen seven days ago, cautiously approached Allen and the others under the protection of two shield warriors. , blocking Allen and his team in front of the caravan.
"Hmph, now you are being harassed by the Bonefire guy. After you two have finished fighting, we will attack the remaining victors. Everything will be mine."
Allen is lucid, and the broad vision brought to him by his dreams makes him not as ignorant as other tribesmen, so he can easily judge how to act in a way that is more beneficial to their team.
"Hahaha, it seems that you, leader, have underestimated the strength of our caravan. How much damage do you think this group of jackals can do to our caravan? And guess what happens after we expel the jackals? Do you still have the strength to annihilate all of you?"
Fili pretended to carry his left hand behind his back and squeezed his waist tightly, so as to divert his fearful emotions and prevent the other party from seeing any flaws.
Who would have thought that this journey would be smooth sailing. Seeing that we were only more than two thousand miles away from the border of the Elf Kingdom, we would encounter three tribes with advanced professions in this remote place. This unlucky luck led to the caravan management. Fili had a headache. It seemed that the water in this wilderness was still very deep.
In Fili's view, Regis's group of warriors, who were very powerful, had lost half of their combat effectiveness after several consecutive battles. It was really difficult for them to protect him and others through the more than a thousand miles ahead. . Especially when they encountered a group of kobolds more than a hundred miles away, with hundreds of people and a warlock caster. They were forced to leave Fili and they could only return from the original route to transfer the trouble of the kobolds to After the gnolls were defeated, they retreated to the territory of the bugbears with difficulty.
Among the opponents they encountered one after another, the bugbear gang was considered the weakest and posed the lowest threat to their caravan. At the same time, Fili keenly discovered in the previous confrontation that the leader of this bugbear group was very intelligent and could at least compete with them. Their caravan communicates normally, which means they may have the opportunity to sit down and have a good discussion.
This is the best choice for Fili: after all, they are now deep in the Mansha Wilderness, and if they want to return the same way after losing more than half of their strength, it is far more difficult for them to break through the interception of the kobold tribe. More difficult.
