Word came from the front that the adventure party had found a lair of prairie wind wolves, and we were ordered to take the oxcart to a higher earthen slope not far ahead. There were more than a dozen people left, including three members of the Adventure Group who had stayed behind to keep us safe.
There was a lot of talking with Kutz, and Uncle Fred was sitting there boasting that he had once skinned a saber-toothed tiger for a piece of tiger bone, and that he had had a medicine prepared for him, which was surprisingly effective, but unfortunately there was not much powder, and there was not a single packet left. Uncle Fred exclaimed: That's a lifesaver. The old masters of the other cars also began to get together to chat, and there was no shortage of stories in every caravan, and most of the men gathered together and easily talked about women. My five-year-old child, no matter how mature he is psychologically, has no interest in talking to them about this. So he pulled Kuz up to the other cart, and the two of them lay side by side looking at the clouds.
The three adventurers left behind to guard us, two men and one woman, whose occupations I was a little confused with, were two young men in leather jackets who were certainly warriors, but they had no bows and arrows, only a heavy Roman sword hanging from their right hips, and not even a decent shield. The figure is not tall, but I can see that it is very strong, and the clothes are clean and tidy, and there is a cotton shirt inside the leather jacket, and a red scarf tied around the neck, the two people are trying to find some interesting topics to please the female mage beside, the girl with chestnut hair 16 or 17 years old is always straight face, and not smiling.
After a long, boring wait, I lay down on the cart and slowly fell asleep. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep last night. I woke up from sleep to sleep. I didn't sleep very well. Suddenly I heard the noise getting louder and louder. I opened my eyes and saw Uncle Fred and the caravan surrounded me. Uncle Fred pushed me awake and asked, "Jiga, these guys said yesterday there was something like noodles in the stew, why didn't I eat?"
"Huh?" I just woke up. I'm a little confused.
"Oh, Uncle Fred. I ate those vermicelli last night, and there was only some meat left over..." Kutz smirked.
"What are vermicelli?" Fred asked Kuz directly.
Kutz thought for a long time, and did not organize the language only said: "vermicelli is to eat, very delicious isn't it?" Now that I had come to the point, of course, I had to explain what I had agreed with old Kuru the day before, so I pulled Kuru, who could not explain, and he said, "That is the food that Teacher Kuru has found, and he says that the Orcs call it vermille, and I don't know what tree it comes from, but it has always been food for the Orcs."
Fred rolled his eyes at my words, apparently unconvinced. Kuz was not happy with me saying that some of the potatoes were found by old man Kuru. He found them all! Of course I knew what it meant, and when I saw that he was about to speak, I kicked him so hard that he screamed with pain.
"Kuz, you guys eat this a lot... BRRR Vermicelli?" Fred asked incredulously. He hadn't seen old Kuru eat anything like this in years.
"Oh, yes! I eat it all the time in my tribe, but we cook it in water. It's not like Giga cooks it so hard. It's like you never eat it." Kuz's imperial language is not very good, and this paragraph made him mumble for a long time. Kuz hit the nail on the head, though what he meant to say was that we usually have poached potatoes, peeled and eaten. Don't you guys hate eating? The imperial language of the potato is very convoluted, so Kuzi just said the transliteration of "vermiculata", which is a masterstroke of explanation.
The old men of the caravan believed more than the Orc children. For in their youth, at least, they did not know the difference between truth and falsehood, and most of the words that came out of the mouth of an orc child were to be believed. And it seemed that I was so young that the caravan thought: maybe yesterday's meal was the attention of old Kuru, the old orc who wanted to treat them to a good, authentic Orc meal before they reached Pai Plateau, and these two little guys were just people being told what to do.
What can you expect from a five-year-old boy, but this seemingly silly orc boy makes a delicious meal. That's what everyone thinks. Yeah! The little boy, Jija, was always told to serve vegetables and spices, and it was always the orc boy who did the cooking, and the poor and backward Orc tribe actually had such delicious food. So some people began to communicate in private, there are many people with ideas, after all, this is a business group, and the next stop is Pai Plateau.
Fred held Kutz's hand and asked, "Boy, does your father have this in stock? I haven't tasted it yet, so you have to make another pot for me."
"No, it rots away in the spring, and doesn't grow back until all summer." We only had one bag and we cooked it yesterday!" Kutz shook his head.
Near noon, a group of uncles sitting beside the carriage chatting had become dry, and everyone was sitting in the sun on the grass on the south slope, and everyone spoke much slower. Is telling about the previous experience is a middle-aged uncle called Ann, his hometown is in the northernmost Green continent Sloit province, is the most edge of the southern foothills of the Pai Plateau, where the White elephant River and the running horse River meet together, together more than 700 miles eastward into the endless sea, where is also the northernmost border town of the Green Empire. The Empire's most famous army of the North Wind was stationed on the south bank along the river, the first line of defense for the Empire against the Orcs, the Dwarves, and the wild men of the Ice fields.
At this point, Ann gave Kutz an apologetic look and then said in a slightly more relaxed tone: "The soldiers of the present Army of the North Wind have not seen real orcs riding for decades, but since the orcs entered the Plateau of Pai to rest and rest, our life has been much easier, and the dwarves have been further away. After all, it is not easy to climb the mountains of New Siakis, but the barbarians on the ice fields have been a little restless in recent days. They often enter our borders to plunder slaves."
I heard old Kuru say that the ice tundra is a vast area, where snow covers all the year round, but there are different species in this ice field, most of the plants there are extremely hardy, many herbs are excellent for curing fire poison, but it is the territory of the wild people, who average height of more than three meters, great strength, The giant of the wilderness, running as fast as a horse, will tear everything apart. Old Kuru's constant mantra is that he wants to meet a caravan that can exchange me a few bitterthorn leaves for a few bottles of fire potion, so I'm interested in any information about the ice savages and the frozen tundra where they live.
When I first heard about the slave looting, I was curious. So he asked Uncle Ann: "Those savages need slaves too, they are not afraid of our army?"
"The line of defense is too long, it is better along the River Gallop to the west, with the Orc Plateau of Pai as a natural barrier, and the White Elephant and the River Gallop create a rich northern plain for the Grimm Empire, but there is no danger anywhere, the River is frozen every winter, and there is no danger to stop the wild men for 700 miles to the east, and the Army of the North Wind wants to keep all the barbarians at bay. It's just not possible." Uncle Ann's weathered face has a scar, it is along the left temple to the right down to the lower jaw, the entire left cheek and lip were cut by the sword, although it has been healed, but left a pink scar to tell everyone that the knife so close to splitting his head in half, I usually do not dare to look.
"Do they rob women and children?" I asked curiously.
"Ha ha, what do they want women for, you expect savages who are over three meters tall and go shirtless in winter to sleep with human women on their arms?" Ha-ha-ha, that's a noble thing to do. Brolie the barbarian believes only in the strong, and they prey only on grown men, and sometimes on young men who are coming of age in bad times, and then they throw them into the mines of the Black Hills until they die." Ann said this when a little sad, emotional is not very stable, and later added: "Before the runner, my two brothers were arrested, they thought they hacked me to death, but I survived."
"They kill women and children?" I asked again.
Uncle Fred opened his eyes, took one look at me, gave me a kick in the butt and said, "You're too young to think! Those filthy savages have always looked upon us like sheep and cattle, and expected the women to live and keep on giving them lambs. Savages have always killed, they have only taken grain and cattle and strong men, and women and children are the work of the slave traders."
"Do they eat people?"
"If we don't have any other food, we'll eat it when we're hungry, just like would we eat horses, would we eat those bison or thunderrhinos?" Some in the crowd laughed.
It seems like we're not at the top of the food chain in this world.
After the two young soldiers in charge of the warning were rejected by the female magician, they chatted with our group of people, and the female magician who was as cold as an iceberg and precious words as gold all the way has been watching at the top of the hillside, at this time, we sent a signal.
The men all stood up nervously, and the cattle grazing nearby were harnessed to the cart. It was only when Kutz and I stood like geese in the bustle of the crowd, until Uncle Fred lifted me both onto the cart, that I could see a group of riders running in the deep pasture, too far away to tell whether they were friends or foes, so I was on guard.
Within half a cigarette, the crowd began to murmur, "It's our adventure group, it's our people!"
"Yes, I can see them bringing their prey back!"
"Whoo!"
The victorious warriors will be cheered by all, and the waiting people will keep their eyes on the prey being dragged back from their horses. The men of the Adventure party will leap up the hill on their tall Guberai horses, and with only a slight pull of the REINS, the whole wind Wolf will be thrown off the horse.
This was the first time I saw the prairie wind Wolf, and I never thought that the Wolf would be bigger than the African lion. The Wolf was more than three meters in size, and its silver-gray mane was very smooth. There were obvious arrow wounds in the eye sockets of the Wolf's head, and the arrows had been pulled out. White brains and scarlet blood are still oozing, but when it falls on the Wolf skin, it will turn into small blood beads and roll down instantly. I took a deep breath, thinking that this fur must be worth a lot of money. Kutz glanced back at me, and we both looked longingly at the well-furred Dead Wind Wolf.
At this time, Uncle Fred arranged a job for me, and my task was to look at the pile.
After studying herbology with Old Kuru, I slowly began to learn the Orc language and the Imperial language, which was actually taught to me and Kuz by Master Pailles himself, who not only required us to speak, but also to read. Kuz didn't do very well, but I even took the college entrance exam, so I can't see the intensity of study now. There was no doubt about the benefits of knowing how to read, so under the introduction of Uncle Fred, I was hired by the Adventure Group and became the youngest clerk, commonly known as the watch.
My task seems simple, but it is quite tedious. I need to record the condition of each wind Wolf before its dismemberment on the parchment, and then the leader of the adventure group will give the wind Wolf to the skitterers in the caravan, who will begin to save all the valuable parts of the wind Wolf, and discard the rest of the bones and entrails, because the hunt is only just beginning, and there will be a large number of prey sent back, The lowest of these monsters are not worth much even within the Empire, and only quantity can enrich the wallet.
For example, this wind Wolf in front of me, I will record:
Bright, undamaged, blind adult male Wolf. Affiliated with: Wind Chaser Adventure Group.
Glossy fur, seven centimetres of sword wound under the left rib, broken bone in the right hind leg, badly damaged fur, adult male. Part of the Starry Adventure Group.
I finally know the name of the two adventure groups and the person in charge, who is responsible for the task of peeling the skin is not much of the female mage, approached me to see her skin is very white, white face and light pink freckles, hey, it seems that many white skin women here will have light freckles, a straight nose, lips are very thin, chin pointed a little melon face, neck is also very long, Like a proud swan, he speaks very softly and has few words, but when he says it, he cannot resist. The uncles in the caravan seemed reluctant to talk to her much, and later I learned that it was a matter of status, and that the profession of magician was very respected in the Grimm Empire, even if the original sorcerer's apprentice, as long as he was eligible to attend the wizarding school after the awakening ceremony, he would automatically be promoted to the peerage of third class Baron.
Uncle Fred will teach me how to write a record and do it beautifully, without offending the Adventurers or the skinner. On top of that, I need to watch the skinners open up the wind Wolf, which is the most important thing. It's like gambling on stones. No one knows that the wind Wolf will have a magic core in the body, but as long as one, it is equivalent to the value of a hundred ordinary wind wolves.