After Chu Ci left, the tribal warriors gathered in twos and threes, wanting to discuss what Chu Ci had said, but they didn't know how to speak.

Although they are not good at thinking, it does not mean that they are really stupid.

Is the so-called honor and pride really important?

Or is it that these honors and pride are actually stupid behaviors in the eyes of others?

More and more barbarian warriors fell into deep thought.

Five minutes later, everyone went back to their tents and continued to sleep.

When Chu Ci got up the next day, the barbarian warriors should be what they should be.

Chu Ci was not surprised by this.

Strong muscles are their solid armor, and their hands are their powerful weapons!

This view has long been ingrained in the hearts of the barbarians, and this proud way of fighting cannot be changed in ten days and half a month, so there is no urgency.

Habitually, Chu Ci wandered around and came to the dilapidated tent where the prisoners of war lived.

found a log and made it, Chu Ci was a little worried.

Because there was really not much work left for the prisoners of war.

Everything that should have been built in the camp was done, and everything the prisoners could do was done.

Thinking that this group of bastards also had to eat, Chu Ci yelled.

After a "come out and assemble", in less than ten seconds, the human prisoners of war ran out with their tools and stood in three rows.

"Repair the tent where you live, patch it, ensure that it does not leak, fix it, quickly!"

With a wave of his hand, the human captives began to work.

A group of prisoners of war looked at Chu Ci with a faint sense of gratitude.

The tents of the other barbarian warriors were all repaired, but their tent was called a leaky one, and all kinds of winds blew through the hall at night, blowing like something.

Everyone really didn't expect that Chu Ci would be so kind and finally let them repair the tent.

The tent was quickly repaired, and everyone gathered again, waiting for Chu Ci's next instructions.

"What, get out of here, set you free. ”

A group of human prisoners of war were dumbfounded, looking at Chu Ci with disbelief on their faces.

Many of them thought that Chu Ci was making fun of them, and when they left happily, this guy yelled at everyone and called them back.

It wasn't until the soldiers of the Chu Ci tribe gave no one a day's rations that this group of unlucky people believed that Chu Ci had set them free.

No one expected that Chu Ci would really keep his promise to let them go free.

But just as they were about to express their gratitude, this group of yellow-skinned prisoners of war suddenly remembered something.

This tent ... Is the relationship mended in vain?

They are all ready to let us get out of here, and let us repair the tents that no one lives in, is this Nima a human thing?

Facing the back of the human captive, Chu Ci rolled a trumpet flower with both hands.

"Remember to go back and tell your Lord Earl, if you don't obediently offer 10 million black iron coins and 1,000 elemental beast demon cores to our beloved Great Chieftain Tribe, your human merchant group will come once, and our heroic barbarian warriors will rob you once. ”

After all the departures, Chu Ci did not forget to pour dirty water on the Great Chief Tribe.

The human POWs in the wind and sand thought that the Duchy of Celt would soon have a great war with the barbarians.

Because all human nations combined may not have another thousand elemental beast demon cores, as for ten million black iron coins, it is even more nonsense.

In fact, Chu Ci had long wanted to release it to this group of people

It's a pity, it's still soft-hearted.

Now at the end of the winter season, the wind and sand are much lighter, and there is no hail, as long as this group of prisoners of war walks slowly along the perimeter of the sleepless forest, with a little luck, there is a seventy or eighty percent chance that they will return alive.

If it had been placed a week ago, let alone going back alive, it would have been nice not to get lost in the wind and sand.

"Hey, what a bunch of hard-working coolies. ”

Chu Ci looked at the prisoners of war who had slowly disappeared into the yellow sand, and was full of emotion.

This group of prisoners of war also encountered him, if it was another barbarian, even old George, the prisoners of war would definitely be dead.

Because no one will bring human prisoners of war back to camp, and if they win, they will not be killed on the spot, but they will leave the enemy where they are.

There was no food, no carriages, and they couldn't even see the road clearly, and the prisoners of war had only one fate, starving to death or freezing to death after getting lost.

Everyone thought that Chu Ci tossed the prisoners of war day and night, letting this group of unlucky people work, but no one thought that if Chu Ci hadn't brought these prisoners of war back, they would definitely be dead.

Although they are all thin and out of shape, at least, they are still alive.

After all the human prisoners of war left, Chu Ci suddenly felt that the camp was a little empty.

The barbarian warriors liked their "new home" very much, warm and comfortable, so they stayed in tents every day, unlike the prisoners of war, who were tossed around every day and worked in the camp full of coolies.

Big Bell and Little George walked up to him talking and laughing.

Little George's face was heartless as always, and he said with a smile: "Brother Chu Ci, my father said that you want me to learn martial arts and battle spirit from human warriors, right?"

Chu Ci looked at the little George with a dirty face, and he couldn't help but sound three inches.

These two things don't seem to be clean, and they don't walk well, and they crawl everywhere.

Knocking on Little George's fangs, Chu Cile said: "Yes, Little George, you have to work hard, the future of the Wolf Tooth Tribe will all depend on you in the future." ”

The reason why Chu Ci was not in a hurry to let the warriors of the Wolf Tooth tribe study together was precisely because, as Kordo said, the fighting spirit is not something that can be cultivated overnight.

With the elm heads of most barbarian warriors, it is impossible to be smarter than humans, any technology has a threshold, and the same is true for battle intent, if this technique is really so easy to learn, the success rate cannot be so low.

Chu Ci simply explained two sentences, and then sent the two to find Cordo.

There is no suspicion in employing people, no suspicion in doubt, Chu Ci does not believe in Kordo, but believes in the magic core of the two elemental beasts.

Now Kordo is more anxious than Chu Ci, after all, he has not received all the remuneration, and he thinks about the remaining five elemental beast demon cores day and night, hoping that the barbarians are all geniuses of battle intent, and he will also get paid and leave early.

Those who did not leave with the escort of the human merchant group were Kordo, as well as Elemental Master Douglas.

When the human prisoners of war left, Douglas didn't even ask, because he knew that Chu Ci would not let him go.

If Chu Ci had asked him to leave with a group of waste POWs, Douglas would not have left.

This old guy is not stupid, the winter has not completely passed, and it is still risky to go back now.

At this time, Douglas was blowing at the two tribal warriors who were guarding him.

"It's not grandpa, I'll blow it with you, the beauty of the elf clan, her skin is snow-white, and when she pinched it, it was like coming out of the water. ”

Doug

Russ was fascinated, as if she had really touched an elven beauty.

As we all know, the pure-blooded elves are all hidden in the ancient forest, not to mention that he is an elemental master, and even the high-ranking clerics of the Holy Court have not seen much of it.

But this didn't delay Douglas from bragging B, anyway, the barbarian warriors didn't understand anything.

"Is the elven girl's skin really tender?" a barbarian warrior snorted.

"Otherwise, you two are barbarians and have never seen the world. Douglas said with a lewd face: "It's not just the water with tender skin, hahahaha." ”

Another barbarian warrior pursed his lips and said: "The girls of the elf clan are not good, they are too thin, unlike our barbarian girls, the big ass of the grinding plate, tsk, this is enough to taste, and the thick waist, pinched hard, the fat on the waist is oily, not to mention how refreshing." ”

Douglas is more and more nostalgic for the civilized world of mankind, and the barbarians are really as "two" as the legend says.

"You barbarian... The food is good, and the oil is bubbling when you pinch your waist?"

"Of course, it's very exciting. ”

Douglas: "... ”

Chu Ci, who had just walked into the tent, happened to hear what the three of them said, and he had the expression of a dog.

Recently, Chu Ci not only talked with Old George, but also talked with several prisoners of war and Kordo, and in addition to the customs, there was also about the profession of Arcane Elementalist.

George Sr., as well as prisoners of war, including Cordo, said that the elementalists were the most rigorous atheists, and that they were loved by the commoners and admired by the nobility, and that in addition to their great strength, they were also erudite scholars and full of wisdom.

Chu Ci walked into the tent and looked at Douglas with a lewd face, speechless.

That's it.,Personable and erudite.,This is completely an old rascal.。

Oak Village.

As the closest human settlement to the Great Wilderness, the low grass houses, rugged spits, dilapidated and desolate scenes all reveal the barrenness of the place.

For Yan Entropy, it is simply not too easy to break through the blockade line of a medieval civilized army.

Dressed in mercenary attire, Yan Entropy led a multi-legged war horse to the side of the dirt road.

After walking for a while, Yan Entropy's brow furrowed.

He saw a church, a palatial church that was out of step with the surrounding buildings.

The church stood at the end of the road, and the poor people who passed by kept their heads down and slowed down their pace.

It is a church painted with iron stucco, and unlike Earth, gold is not worth much on this planet, as the texture is too fragile to be used as a weapon for armor.

The color of the church is mainly black and red, about 20 meters high, and at the top is a statue of a god more than three meters high.

The idol had no face, it emitted a milky white light, and at such a distance, Yan Entropy could still feel a burst of energy reaction.

Leading the multi-legged war horse, Yan Entropy came to the door of the church, but before he could walk in, two samurai with big shoulders and round waists and full bodies shrouded in armor walked out.

"Fuck off, lowly crumbs. ”

Yan Entropy turned his head, and when he saw that no one noticed this, he was happy, and then rushed into the church.

The two armed missionaries were startled and hurriedly chased after them, and then a wail was heard from inside.

A minute later, Yan Entropy walked out, with dozens of more black iron coins in his hand.