In the camps of the Froststone tribe, tobacco has always been used as a tool for the treatment of diseases and tribal sacrifices, and it has always been under the care of the shaman Minnie.

Minnie was a little surprised to hear that Todd wanted to get his hands on all the stored tobacco leaves.

In her opinion, this pungent, fishy, dried grass leaf rarely comes in handy as a refreshing snack for a few people, except for medicine and incense. However, Todd acceded to his request and promised to give him all the tobacco.

Todd followed Minnie to the forest outside the camp, where he saw a tangled root surrounded by flowers and shrubs.

Minnie tapped her cane on the root of the tree, and the plant, which looked sturdy and unshakable, suddenly and slowly descended, revealing a small hole for one person to pass through.

With a look of surprise on his face, Todd bent down into the cave, only to find that the cave was connected to a naturally formed underground cavern, which was unique.

Minnie walked forward for almost twenty meters, the wind in the cave getting stronger, and finally she led Todd to a wide stone platform.

There are many shelves made of wooden branches on the stone platform, and the top is full of air-dried tobacco.

Todd looked at the shelf and didn't come back to his senses for a while: "So much?!"

The old shaman Minnie smiled mysteriously and pointed to the gap under the stone platform.

Todd crouched down and looked intently, gasping for air.

Under the stone platform, there are more than two dozen well-sealed clay pots.

"Is it all ...... in this?"

Minnie nodded: "Although many people don't like these bitter leaves, after they are dried, they have miraculous effects when used to relieve pain and refresh the mind. During my years in Froststone, I didn't have any hobbies, and the only thing I liked to do was collect bitter leaves from different years. ”

Todd rubbed his hands excitedly and said happily, "You've done me a great favor!" I originally thought that there was very little stock of this leaf in the tribe, and it would take another year to grow it before it could be mass-produced...... In this way, it seems that the production line of snuff can start construction directly!"

"Snuff?" said Minnie, who was intrigued by the new thing, "Sounds like something to be inhaled through the nose." ”

"That's right, you can make these tobacco leaves into powder and add some attachments, and you can smoke them directly through your nose. At this point, Todd turned his gaze to the old shaman, "Minnie, how about I plan to put you in charge of snuff making?"

"Me?" said the old woman, as surprised as she sounded, "I am the shaman of the tribe, so let the young man do this kind of thing." ”

Todd shook his head and said, "Because you are the shaman of the tribe, there is no one more suitable for this position when it comes to the study of plants and herbs. You can rest assured, although I can't remember all the recipes for snuff, I still know some basic production processes, which will help you complete the snuff trial as soon as possible. ”

Minnie still looked a little hesitant.

"After the snuff is made, I will allow you to withdraw your share for your own use!"

Listening to Todd's words, Minnie's wrinkled face smiled for the first time.

With a person in charge of snuff production decided, Todd returned to the camp in a particularly good mood, intending to take some time to check out the camp's defenses.

Before he could take a few steps, an argument caught his attention.

Two people who looked like clan leaders, with the warriors of their respective clans, stood on both sides and confronted each other.

"You greedy bastards, I told you that the meadow to the east of the Broken Wood Stone is the land of our tribe grazing!" a tall, lanky tribal leader shouted at another stocky chieftain.

Not to be outdone, the other said: "Despicable and shameless fellow! What you say stinks like your fart! Why do you say that you are only allowed to graze in that meadow?!"

"There are five warriors in my tribe who have participated in the battle to defend the Froststone. There were two of them who lost their lives in this battle!In terms of merit, we deserve the right to graze on that land!" said the tall and thin chief, patting his chest.

Another immediately objected: "Our tribe followed Fried, braved the bitter cold winds, crossed the mountains, and brought countless weapons and armor from the far south. Our tribe lost four sleds and seven people died because of this! How dare you compare the credit with me here?!"

The two clans quickly escalated from quarrel to pushing and shoving, and finally to fighting.

Fortunately, Casper arrived in time with his soldiers to maintain order, separating the two clans and preventing a potentially expanding infighting.

Todd, who was full of questions, approached Ackerman, who was busy distributing supplies in the camp, and asked him about the tribal conflict.

Speaking of this, Ackerman has a pile of bitter water to pour.

"Boss, you don't know how difficult this group of clan leaders is!" Ackerman pointed to the materials divided into several piles, and sighed: "When fighting, the group can still unite in the face of the enemy, but as soon as the enemy retreats, they begin to seek benefits for their respective tribes. ”

Ackerman snapped his fingers and counted them down: "Equipment, water, pasture, and even the order of seating can be grounds for fighting between clans. ”

After listening to Ackerman's complaints, a worried Todd returned to the small building.

Rechel, who was directing the barbarians to repair the holes in the wall, saw Todd's expression when he returned, so he confessed a few words to Deirdri, walked up to the second floor, and waited quietly at the staircase.

After a while, Todd walked up the stairs and saw Reichell in a good time, and said with a wry smile, "You should have guessed what I was trying to say......"

"Now you should know that I'm not telling a lie, right?" said Richer with a blank face, ruffling her hair slightly, "The situation of the Froststone Tribe is far more complicated than that of Twilight West City. ”

Rachel walked into the bedroom on the second floor, poured himself and Todd a cup of snake fruit tea, and pointed out the key to the matter: "The biggest problem at the Froststone camp right now is that these tribes have no concept of a state at all. ”

"In the eyes of the chiefs of those tribes, the relationship between them was one of cooperation and alliance. Even with you as the nominal leader, they will still put the interests of their clan first. Rachel took a sip of snake fruit tea: "When the foreign enemy invades, they may still be able to fight side by side, but once the pressure from the outside world disappears, in order to compete for the spoils of war, the next thing is endless quarrels." ”

Todd sat across from Richel: "This may also be the reason why the southern barbarians have not had a state for thousands of years. ”

Rachel put the teacup down and added as he nodded: "The southern barbarians follow the canons of the gods, and there are few unending iron-blooded methods between tribes, which is why it is difficult for a barbarian to have a founder. ”

Todd then asked, "According to your meaning, if you want to integrate these tribes into one country, you must use the means of iron and blood pressure?"

Rachel lightly drew circles on the rim of the cup with his fingers: "The founder of Ulster used the hatred between several tribes to incite them to kill each other, and through a false peace negotiation, he slaughtered all the leaders who came to the meeting, and finally completely destroyed the tribal system and completed the establishment of the country. ”

Todd shook his head slightly and said, "I have also read the history you mentioned, but the premise is that the Ulster tribe at that time was already the most powerful force in the north. The monarch can completely ignore the external enemy and achieve the goal of strangling the tribal leader through internal friction. But don't forget, Froststone Camp is different here, and we have two strong enemies in front of us, Ulster and Connaught. If there is internal friction at this time, although it may eventually wipe out the tribe and establish a kingdom, it will also give our enemies a chance to take advantage of it. ”

Rachel pretended to be obedient: "If the iron-blooded method is not working, how can we unite so many tribes into one nation?"

Todd lifted his head, looked at the ceiling, and said slowly, "Let me think, let me think." ”

Rachel picked up the teacup again, looked out the window, and said "casually": "I heard that those barbarians call you 'demigods'......"

Todd explained, "That's right, the title comes from the legend of the North, saying that the humans who can transform into giant war beasts are the children of gods and mortals...... Wait a minute, demigods......?"

Rachel glanced at Todd, but was speechless.

Todd stood up, walked around the room twice, and finally said to Rachel hesitantly, "I thought of a solution, but it was a bit ......"

The latter laughed: "When you founded the Knights of the Twilight West, you were revered as the 'Holy Son' by the believers, it stands to reason that you should have taken the path of the Holy Spirit's manifestation in the world, why did you hesitate at this time?"

Todd was a little embarrassed: "It seems that you have thought of it a long time ago." ”

"Not only did I think of using the method of 'God Descent' to unite all the tribes and establish a barbarian kingdom. Rachel straightened up, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth: "I also found an assistant early to help you build the stage of worship for the gods to come into the world." ”

"Who?"

"Deirdre. ”