After assigning attributes, Renard glanced at the words in parentheses behind him and found that they were still unqualified, which made him scratch his head.

Of course, he didn't have much expectations, and with the urine of his classmates, I'm afraid it's a blessing to be able to meet the passing standards in three years.

Just as Renard was thinking about how much he could gain tomorrow, Tommy staggered in from outside the tent, and he quickly slipped into his sleeping bag before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Renard turned his head to look and saw that the other party's hair had been frozen out of the ice ballast, and his face couldn't help but show an expression of admiration, and he stretched out his hand and gestured a thumbs up: "You Niu Bo!"

Tommy didn't know what he meant, smiled implicitly, and continued to hide in his sleeping bag and shiver.

A moment later, Ben walked into the tent with the same shiver, and he was reserved, bowed, and then slowly slipped into his sleeping bag.

Renard turned around, looked at Ben, and asked, "Ben, I found that these kobolds don't seem to be very strong. ”

Ben also turned sideways and affirmed: "That's right, the combat effectiveness of these guys is not even as good as that of half-grown children, to put it mildly, even if the young master goes up, he can easily kill a few." ”

Unfazed by his analogy, Renard asked again: "These fellows can't be called opponents at all, so why didn't Fort Saint-Brieux just send someone to exterminate them?"

This question had been bothering him for a long time, and he didn't expect an accurate answer, just a few clues.

However, Ben's wisdom was simply beyond his expectations, and the other man held up two fingers and said, "Two reasons." ”

"I want to hear about it. Renard made a listening face.

Ben retracted his middle finger and said, "First, the natives of kobolds, goblins, and goblins are very fertile, and if there is enough food, they can give birth to at least two litters of cubs a year, a total of more than twenty. ”

"Like a mouse?" Renard raised an eyebrow.

"Like rats!" Ben said affirmatively, "and the strength of these natives is not weak, we only see some wanderers who have been eliminated." ”

"Eliminated wanderers?" Renard frowned, "Go on." ”

Ben cleared his throat: "The so-called eliminated wanderers are the natives who have been driven out of their homes after screening, and most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled. ”

"Survival of the fittest?" Renard had some realization.

That's right. Ben nodded affirmatively: "The living conditions of the natives are very difficult, and the lack of food is an important cause of death, in order to ensure the reproduction of the entire ethnic group, the old, weak, sick and disabled can only be driven out of their homes to earn a living alone, so as not to drag down the ethnic group." ”

Renard took a deep breath, in fact, such things are not uncommon, he has heard of the old man who is unable to work and seals the grave to die.

Is it cruel? If it weren't for being forced to do something that was unconscionable, who would want to do such a thing that would unconscionable?

Ben is still talking: "If these indigenous people who have been driven out of the group want to survive, they must huddle together to keep warm, and this is the origin of the indigenous camps." ”

Renard's pupils constricted slightly, and he looked down at his hands, which were clean but seemed to be surrounded by countless sins.

After a while, he sighed dejectedly, he had no choice.

Ben seemed to see his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "The young master is sympathetic to these natives?"

Renard did not answer, or had already given an answer.

"It doesn't have to be that way. Ben wiped his nose: "These guys are not good stubble, we can easily kill them, because we are professionals, and if ordinary farmers encounter them, they will definitely be gnawed on the bones." ”

"Every winter, when there is not enough food to eat, they will come to the countryside in groups to rob, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep cannot be saved, and even people. ”

"What is the difference between not producing, only plundering others, and robbers, is it necessary for such a species to be sympathized?"

Renard felt a little better in his heart: "If these are the wandering natives, where are the real natives?"

Ben moved his body and chose a more comfortable position: "The really powerful indigenous tribes are all in the deep mountains and old forests, and they have their own civilizations, just like us. ”

He pointed to the west, "Did you notice a problem, the closer you get to the Ambrizet Mountains, the stronger the indigenous tribes become, such as the kobold camp you divided, where there are thousands of natives. ”

Renard nodded, affirming the other party's statement.

Ben smiled, "You still don't understand?"

Reynard's brow furrowed, he often heard people talk about the dangers of the Ambrizette: "You mean that the indigenous groups are all inside the Ambrizette?"

"That's right. Ben sighed: "Killing these outlying natives will not cure the symptoms, and I bet that if nothing else, it will only take two or three months for the camp that we have leveled to become lively again." ”

Tommy finally came out of the cold and added, "Unless you can go deep into the Ambrizet Mountains and deal a major blow to their people, you will kill as much as you want." ”

He turned over with difficulty and continued, "However, the strength of the indigenous tribes that can make their home there is incalculable. ”

Into the Ambrizette Mountains?Renard tugged at the corners of his mouth, I'm afraid that even His Majesty the King didn't have the guts.

"And a second reason?" Reynard's curiosity was piqued.

"Second reason?" Ben groaned and looked at Tommy, meaning to let the other person answer.

Tommy cheered up and said with a smile: "The young master should have heard of a certain oriental proverb, the birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook, which means ......"

Renard interrupted with a wave of his hand, "I know, you just say it." ”

Tommy's expression was embarrassed, and he said stupidly, "If it weren't for the help of these natives, how could those farmers and tenants be willing to gather under the banner of the lords?"

He sighed: "The reason why the barren land is barren is because of the sparse population and the lack of labor, but in fact, the land here is very fertile and vast enough. ”

Reynard was not stupid, and immediately understood what the other party meant, if there was no danger in the wasteland, the farmers and tenants could go and cultivate the land themselves, and no longer have to serve the lord, let alone pay high taxes.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and whispered, "Dirty politics, disgusting exploiters." ”

At this, his expression froze suddenly, and then he thought of himself, isn't he now a descendant of the exploiters.

He coughed embarrassedly twice, and hurriedly changed his words: "There is nothing to do with the natives, and only the lord can protect the people from poison." ”

Tommy and Ben look at each other, and at the same time roll over and fall asleep with their backs to him.