Using the "speed" ability, Todd rushed in front of the griffon, stretched out his right arm to protect the top of his head, and suffered a heavy blow of iron wings, his feet slid backwards for a full thirty centimeters due to the powerful impact, and he could stop in front of the barbarian mother and son.

"Get back into the room!" Todd clenched his teeth as he resisted the griffon's attack and yelled behind him.

Maybe she really understood this, or maybe it was just the instinct to survive, the mother pulled her son and ran back to the house with a smoke, and tied the door.

Todd, who had no worries, mobilized the strength of his whole body, took a big step forward, and forced the griffin back.

This power made the onlookers let out a loud admiration.

The griffin screamed in frustration, sticking out its beak and pecking at Todd's head.

The latter's side, dodging the spiky beak's attack, touched the ground with his mutated right arm, and using the "soil control" ability, turned the soil into a mire, trapping the griffon's limbs, and then reached out his left hand and firmly grasped its mouth.

The "Weakening" ability spread outwards from the palm of his hand, and the black qi visible to the naked eye enveloped the griffon's head, and the griffon's eyes instantly turned white, fell into weakness, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Seeing the invincible monster being knocked to the ground, the barbarians let out a heaven-shattering cheer.

Todd watched the griffin's eyes slowly regain clarity, and whispered with a wry smile, "It's still early to victory." ”

The griffon suddenly stood up, two blade-like front paws, stabbed Todd, and squatted down with his upper body, making a fluttering gesture.

Rolling backwards on the ground, Todd dodged the attack in disarray, his arms swinging forward and backward, and just as he was about to defend against the next attack, the griffin turned its head, flapped its wings, and ran......

"This brute ......" Todd looked at the distant figure in the sky, patted the dust on his body, and said to himself helplessly: "The IQ is not low, and even the trick of shaking a shot can be used." ”

"Holder!" the barbarians in the camp came out of the houses and woods, gathered around Todd, and cheered loudly.

Looking at the reverence and admiration of these people around him, Todd couldn't adapt to the huge gap in attitude, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"The barbarians of the north believe in strength, and the strength of force is enough to change the evaluation of the people. Richel, who had been watching the battle from the side, slowly lowered his arms and walked to Todd's side, saying this.

Aisha leaned against the door on crutches and looked at Todd, who was surrounded by people, her eyes twinkling with a little starlight, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

The barbarian old man Freed squatted down, first observed the broken wooden cage, then looked at the broken hemp rope on the ground, and then stood up and looked at Todd, the corners of his mouth showed an inexplicable smile.

After this "griffin attack", Todd's treatment skyrocketed.

The barbarians gave Todd and his two "mates" one of the best wooden houses in the village, and the food changed from the original grass seed cake to the precious jerky. There are even people who want to send their daughters into his room at night.

The barbarians' reverence for power was an eye-opener for Todd, and a single defeat of the griffons could turn these villagers, who regarded mutants as demons, into loyal worshippers.

On the fifth night of the barbarian camp, the locals held a small party.

Without enough food, people use sour wild fruits as a staple food for banquets, and without decent drinks, people regard the sweet mountain springs as intoxicating wine.

From top to bottom, Todd sat in the fourth position of the evening.

Sitting in third place was Fried, in second place was an elderly female shaman, and in the first place there was empty and no one was going to sit.

Looking at the barbarians singing, bragging, and wrestling around the campfire, Todd relied on Richel's translation to make small talk with the people without saying a word.

After some inquiry, Todd learned that this barbarian tribe called "Froststone" had not settled for a long time. Almost a year and a half ago, these people did not know each other, and under the leadership of a barbarian leader, Boyle, they escaped from the Silver Ring Kingdom, crossed the Falling Star Mountains, and came to the Wild North to seek survival.

When they first arrived, the basin was not their first choice for settlement.

The barbarians tried many other settlements, all of which were expelled and attacked, and finally they chose this basin to settle down.

At first, Todd was a little puzzled as to why the group was not optimistic about this easy-to-defend settlement.

When asked, the question boils down to one thing – soil.

Unlike the black and brown soils of other parts of the north, the soil of this settlement is a rare red soil in the north due to the warm and dry environment of the basin and the high altitude of the terrain.

Laterite has strong leaching effect, less mineral nutrients, high acidity, easy to produce aluminum-manganese toxicity, poor fertilizer retention performance, and heavy texture. So, in the final analysis, you can't grow any crops.

After several attempts at farming, the villagers of Froststone finally gave up their plans to farm, and they picked up hunting bows and baskets again, and began to hunt and gather to meet the daily food needs of the tribe.

However, this way of survival, if it is placed on the Yuexi Plain, may not be a big problem, but on the barbarian continent, it has become synonymous with fate hanging by a thread.

The soldiers of the northern barbarians hunted for the inhabitants of the south, while all kinds of mutated monsters roamed the streets. The Froststone people often have to pay a human life for ten kilograms of meat.

Todd sighed when he heard this, and shook his head again and again.

Rachel hung her head and thought for a long time, when she suddenly approached Todd and whispered, "I know where these people are coming from. ”

Seeing Todd turn his face around, Rachel continued, "Do you remember the Northstone Fortress? On the night when the Knights of the Twilight West occupied the fortress, a barbarian army rebelled and escaped from the fortress. ”

Todd suddenly realized: "It turns out that that night, the group of barbarians who fled arrived here!"

As the two were about to discuss it in detail, Fried walked up to Todd with a small iron pot and motioned for him to taste its contents.

Todd glanced over and saw a handful of strange weeds in a small pot made of thick iron.

As a result of the scorching on the fire for a while, the moisture in the weeds has been evaporated, and only the shriveled grass twists remain.

Looking at Todd's bewildered face, Fried smiled and took out a few straw stalks from the small pot, put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly, his expression full of enjoyment and pleasure.

"Could it be a drug...... Todd looked at the contents of the pot, and under the enthusiastic gaze of the old man, he picked out a straw pole, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with a frown.

The bitterness at first, and then the mellow later, the more Todd chewed, the brighter his eyes became, this kind of thing he had tasted in his previous life, and the long-lost name was already hanging in his throat, but he couldn't remember it for a while. This feeling immediately made him scratch his ears and cheeks anxiously.

Just as he was thinking about it, a name was suddenly called out by the barbarians in unison.

A man in the prime of life, with pale yellow curls draped over his shoulders, a long scar extending from the corner of his right eye to the base of his ear, and his eyeballs reflected the shadow of fire.

He is—'Boyle'.