The surroundings fell into silence for a short time.
"Zhan Jing saved Ke'er." Kuima narrowed his eyes, pointed his chin at the old man, and snorted coldly. "But you are ungrateful and would rather join other tribes?"
The village chief frowned.
The priests behind him blinked, and obviously no one wanted to take up this topic.
Kuima stood behind Zhan Jing without saying a word, glanced at him, hoping to see some implicit orders, and he would instantly take down the other party, use his fists to make him know how grateful, and let him understand how difficult it is to fight against orcs in life and death.
But Mr. Ken was as calm as ever.
It seemed that no one had ever surprised him, and he accepted this matter naturally.
"Well, of course."
"A generous decision, we will pray for Santonkaya and sing your kindness."
The village chief quickly replied, fearing that the other party would regret it.
The clergy were speechless. The prepared conversation ideas were not used at all. They returned in dismay and remembered this extraordinary war flag in their hearts.
Ken watched the other party go away.
There were soldiers practicing driving snow lizards around the tent, and the shooting range of the shooters was also brightly lit. These people who had fought on the battlefield with him would not choose to leave.
The village chief was a man with a strong self-esteem.
His sudden farewell was actually expected by himself.
Quima looked at the backs of the few people going away, snorted heavily, and asked humbly: "Sir, I still don't understand, how do you view humans?"
Ken laughed with relief, turned back to the tent, and waved his hand and replied:
"Complex and real animals."
Palotusbi is a wasteland with chaotic beliefs. There is no absolute order and rules. Everyone just wants to survive.
When Ken decided to come out to absorb the population and recruit troops, he did not think it would be smooth. The current situation has far exceeded his expectations.
The people in the North are more superstitious about large tribes.
They are willing to rely on each other's food and walls, what's wrong with that?
[Last night, 8 people left under the leadership of the village chief. ]
On a dry and cold morning, on the bank of the Lubeck River.
The tents have been packed neatly, several carriages are dragging military supplies, and the neat expedition formation is doing the final inventory.
Ken left ten warriors in the village of Ke.
In the fields, inside and outside the ruins, people are busy everywhere.
Their workload is also huge, and they have to sort out supplies and assemble carriages later.
The cold wind in the mountains is still biting.
Ken has to go through [Danzhipa Canyon] and [Xibei Bay] to the next village. The marching speed is not very fast. The team stops hunting from time to time. This pastime can enhance everyone's friendship.
Speaking of this, there are some episodes.
The mountain people who have finished wintering are also going to hunt these days.
When the troops are on the march, sometimes they will encounter hunters who are injured or chased by monsters.
Ken will send people to help and treat the wounds himself.
If by chance, everyone is eyeing the same group of beasts at the same time, then they will help to ambush and then send out the spoils.
"Generous war banner."
"The wizard of Sandon Kaya."
"The face of southern Xinjiang who can do magic."
...
In short, they received a lot of thanks, and the name of this team also spread.
Ken gave the hunters the coordinates of the village and said that any homeless refugees would be welcome to come and live.
The rain was sparse, and the team set up tents in the wilderness.
Ken came to the front to patrol, and he could see the misty water mist from afar. The already rugged mountain road was soaked through, and the cargo horses and caravans were moving forward on the winding ancient road.
[The climate in the desert is changeable. Someone is coming in your direction, hoping to share the warm flame. ]
The patrolling lizard cavalry stopped.
They saw Zhan Jing suddenly stop and look into the distance. At this time, the wolf pack also became alert, as if they were on guard against something.
A dark shadow condensed in the mist.
The outline gradually became clear, and the clanging sound gradually increased.
More than a dozen horses stopped in front of the camp. No matter how the driver whipped them, they were unwilling to move forward, and the neighing of fear came one after another.
Helplessly, the other party had to dismount.
Ken waited quietly in place until a thin vendor came into view.
He was wearing a high-quality fine velvet cotton jacket, which had been soaked by rain, and was covered with mud from hair to boots, as if he had just crawled out of a ditch.
[Hardworking vendor]
[Attitude: nervous]
There was a mercenary behind him, an elven man, tall and thin with pointed ears on both sides of his cheeks, deep and arrogant in his pupils, and his long-bladed rapier was sheathed, deliberately showing half of the silver-gray handle towards this side.
"Businessman, what do you want to sell to me?"
Ken spoke first, his tone was relaxed, and he made a little joke.
"This weather is not suitable for shipping." The man opposite immediately relaxed and shook his head bitterly. "Sir from the south, I am a member of the [Yves Chamber of Commerce]. The road was slippery due to rain, and the carriage flipped down the slope."
He described it seriously, and turned sideways to face everyone.
Ken saw a larger area of mud, and there were some scratches of blood.
"Can you be kind enough to let us have some charcoal? As long as the weather clears up and we can straighten the wheels, we can continue on our way."
[Rumor: Ives Chamber of Commerce]
[The state-owned chamber of commerce in Pistonk, which mainly operates the three southern routes and has gradually expanded its business to the depths of the northern border in recent years. ]
"Yes, we will help you set up a new tent, and there will also be dry firewood and hot soup."
Ken first showed his friendliness.
"But let me make it clear that you are not allowed to enter our area, and similarly, we will not disturb you."
Then he laid out his principles.
This way of talking can be said to be direct and clear, and the relationship between the two sides was instantly much closer.
The elf also nodded secretly.
As a guard team, they knew the dangers of the road. If someone blindly welcomed you without principles, then they would most likely be attacked at night.
Basic vigilance is more likely to increase trust.
Soon, the wolf riders quickly set up the tent. Someone took out dry firewood from the cargo box, and the thick soup and the whole pottery jar were sent over.
As for whether the other party had the means to test the poison, it was unknown.
Ken didn't pay too much attention. He did as he said, only providing the most basic and practical help, and didn't ask anything else.
The next morning, just when the sentinels began to take turns.
The caravan owner came to visit with two servants.
[You abide by the principles and have no bad thoughts about money and property. The friendliness of the Ives Chamber of Commerce has increased, and gifts have been sent. ]
The elf still followed behind, he brought out a wooden box and opened it on the table.
[Material: Moon Wheel Sap]
[Quality: Treasure]
[A specialty of the dense forest in southern Oshua, a treasure sought by the blacksmith shop, an important material for forging enchantments. ]