Due to the scarcity of their books, most of the various traditions are passed down orally, and some are more empiricist.

Coupled with the fact that young people are irritable and like to use brute force to solve problems, the chance of a wise man among them is almost zero.

Most of the wise men appeared among the older Kentana barbarians, and over time, in the minds of many Kentana barbarians, the elders were linked to the wise men.

The older Kentana barbarians were usually very respected, and even if they did not have a direct ancestor, the other Kentana barbarians would compete to provide for them whenever they had the means to spare, only asking for advice when they encountered something that brute force could not solve.

However, due to the extreme living environment of the Kentana Ice Sheet, the Kentana barbarians are very prone to death after old age and decay.

Old Kentana barbarians are usually very rare, and if they do, they should not be underestimated, because they are not only experienced, but in their youth, they may even be the best warriors.

This was undoubtedly the case with Chief Pré.

When he was young, he was once known as the first warrior of the Kentana barbarians, although he was born from a nomadic tribe, he was a rare whale hunter, and not one, a full three.

Hunting a giant whale also has an element of luck.

If you hunt more than two, it is not just luck, but also bravery and skill.

Bravery, fame, and wisdom were not lacking in Chief Prescott, and when the catastrophe of nature struck and the entire Kentana barbarians were in a life-and-death predicament, it was only natural that the Kentana barbarians gathered around him and used his wisdom to survive this unprecedented disaster.

He was none other than the first chief of the nomadic tribe.

It's just that this time the Heaven and Earth Cataclysm is too special, whether it is the knowledge passed down by the barbarians of Kentana, or his personal, he has no experience in this area, and there is nothing to rely on.

When the number of Kentana barbarians under his command exceeded a certain level, the first wise man of the Kentana barbarians was also in a hurry, and various problems emerged one after another, and now he was on the verge of falling apart.

"Chief Pré, the only condition on which Chief Yar promised to unite was to make him king and obey his commands. A Kentana barbarian, who was equally majestic and mighty, said in a sullen voice.

"Shameless, for the sake of the survival and future of the Kentanans, we sincerely invite him, and he even put forward such shameless conditions, in vain that he still has the face to call himself the first warrior of Kentana, and wants to become the king of the Kentana people, and win the battle of glory first, I will say, I want to see if he is qualified to be called the first warrior. Before Chief Pray could speak, another Kentana barbarian couldn't help but burst into a rage, and his roar echoed throughout the tent.

Even among the barbarians of Kentana, this person belongs to the majestic category, like a humanoid tower mountain, nearly three meters tall, bare-chested, as if unaware of the cold, and his arms are thicker than the waist of ordinary people, full of bulging muscle bumps.

On the face shape, there are four or five percent of the similarity with Chief Pre, and it is obvious that there is a direct blood relationship between the two sides, and this person is the bravest of Chief Pre's many sons - Scott.

This is another reason why Prey has been able to hold the top spot among the nomadic tribes, with many children and grandchildren.

Under normal circumstances, when these children and grandchildren reach adulthood, they leave the tribe one after another to find their own way out.

It was this catastrophe that brought them back together with Chief Prey.

Family and ancestry are the most important concepts of the Barbarians of Kentana, and this bond is the strongest.

Before challenging the Dominance of Chief Prei, he must defeat his many sons.

"Scott. Chief Pray let out a low snort, stopping his son's irritable behavior, and his face did not have much anger, but a wise light, "If Chief Yar has the power to feed the bellies of all Kentanas, what does it matter if he wants the name of the king?"

As a young man, Chief Purey also had big dreams of dominating the entire Kentana Icefield and becoming the king of all the Kentana barbarians.

Now that his dream is half realized, he finds that he has no ability to govern and feed them, which is the most ironic thing.

"Father's ......"

"Chieftain......

The leaders of the Kentana barbarians of the nomadic tribe spoke out, they obviously did not want to be crushed by the fishy smell of the sea hunting tribe, they were out-and-out outsiders, and the tundra steppe had always belonged to their territory.

It was because of their arrival that they were dragged into a desperate situation of running out of food.

Not only are they now going to encroach on their land, but they are going to sit on top of them.

Chief Prei waved his hand and said: "I know what I am doing, but you have also seen the situation of our tribe, continuing to stalemate with Chief Yar will only drag both sides into the abyss of death, we must unite and go south into the endless mountains to find more prey and food to survive this crisis." ”

"We can do this on our own, so why do we have to unite with that bastard of Yar?" Isn't it possible that my father thinks that those emaciated gnomes can fight the brave Kentana?" asked Scott, puzzled.

"Don't underestimate those southerners, their physique is indeed not as strong as ours, but they have smart heads and dexterous hands that we don't have, they can not only make incomparably strong cities, but also make powerful weapons to hunt giant beasts, our ancestors of the Kentana people were enslaved and driven to the ice field by them. ”

Chief Prei said with a solemn expression, "Last year, there were many tribes that were attacked by those southerners, and there were many powerful Kentana warriors, who were also not spared, and we don't know how powerful those southerners are now, and we don't know how many of them there are, if I am not forced to do so, I am not willing to lead my own people into the mountains that I don't know, because I don't know how many people I can bring ......back."

"So, you're no longer qualified to be the king of the Kentanans, because you have too many concerns. A gruff voice interrupted Chief Prey's words.

A Kentana barbarian opened the curtain of the tent and entered, his size was just as majestic and terrifying, even if it was the tall tent of the Kentana barbarians, because he came in a little tighter.

"Yar......" Scott jumped to his feet, his eyes burning with the flames of war, "You are so bold to dare to come here." ”

The Kentana barbarians who had just come in were none other than Yar, the chief of the sea hunting tribe they had just talked about.

"What, are you still going to detain me by shameless means?" Chief Yar laughed, "If you do this, it will be too embarrassing for the ancestral spirits, and if you want to start a battle for glory, I will accompany you at any time." ”

"I ......"

"Scott!" Chief Prey also stood up, interrupting Scott's intention to launch a challenge, and said solemnly, "I am ashamed of myself just because Chief Yar can come in person, but if you want to become the king of the Kentanans, it is not up to us to have the final say, but we need to win the approval of all the Kentanes and pass the test of the king, this does not only require bravery." ”

"As I said, Chief Pré, you're thinking too much. Chief Yar shook his head and said, "Our situation has no choice but to hesitate, no matter what awaits us in front of us, we can only rush forward, stay here and wait for death." ”

"So, Chief Yar agrees to the union of the two tribes?" said Chief Prey with a hint of joy.

"This is a matter that is good for both sides, why should I refuse? The strength of the two tribes together is much stronger than separation, as for the king's affairs, it is better to wait until the people with the tribe find life. Chief Yar suggested.

"It couldn't be better. "Bring me my treasured whalebone wine, and I'll celebrate with Chief Yar." ”

The two chiefs of the Kentana barbarian tribe, who were still fighting to the death this summer, had to sit together for the survival and continuation of the entire race and discuss the future of the Kentana barbarians.

The whalebone wine that Chief Prey asked for had just been brought in, and before it could be opened, a young Kentana barbarian crashed in, and said with a look of urgency, "Father, father, father, it's not good...... Oh no......"

The Kentana barbarian also bears some resemblance to Chief Pré, his other son, Otis, who, though in no way inferior to his father and brother, still has a somewhat immature appearance in his face, and it is clear that he is not yet fully adult.

Otis was the youngest son of Chief Prei, but he was the one he loved the most, because he inherited not only his strong physique, but also his intelligence.

Although he is not very old, he has the stability of his peers.

No, to be more precise, most Kentana barbarians will not have his maturity and stability in their lifetimes, and in this regard, his brother Scott, who is nearly two rounds older than him, cannot compare.

That's why, Chief Prey put Otis in charge of the vanguard of the nomadic tribes, a job that required bold and careful men.

The Kentana barbarians have never lacked brave warriors, but they lacked careful and patient men.

The world knows that the Kentana barbarians admired force, but a deeper understanding of their ethnic culture shows that they did not thirst for wisdom, and that they did not have a high regard for those who possessed it.

It's just that their cultural heritage and their own characteristics determine that the chances of producing wise men and scholars among them are too small and too small.

Otis, who had brought most of the pride to Chief Prei in the past, behaved so badly in front of his old rival Chief Yar today, which made him feel very embarrassed, and he was very angry, and scolded angrily: "How do I teach you on weekdays? ”

"No...... No...... Can't wait. Otis gasped several times before his somewhat scattered breath from the madness of running wildly evened out, and he turned a deaf ear to Chief Prei's reprimand, and continued, "Ancestral Spirit! Ancestral Spirit is here!

"My dear brother, have you been spending too much energy on women lately, how can you be so tired?" Scott stepped forward and put his arm around Otis's shoulder, laughing as he pushed him out, "What ancestral spirit is here? What nonsense are you talking about? obey my father's orders, get out quickly, I can't let you mess around now." ”

Scott complained about Chief Pré's preference, and now is the perfect time to play on the topic.

"Let go of me!" Otis shook his shoulders and shook Scott's thick arm away from him, raising his voice, "What I said is true, the ancestral spirit is here, the ancestral spirit is really here." ”

"You're still getting the best of the rage, get out of here. Scott's face was gloomy, and he felt embarrassed by being confronted in public, and his big hand like a fan grabbed Otis and was about to throw it out forcibly.

Otis hurriedly dodged, once caught by Scott, he definitely didn't have his own good fruit to eat, he knew very well that his big brother didn't like him.

This is obviously not an easy thing to do, don't look at Scott's huge size, but he is not bloated, once he makes a move, he is fast, accurate, and ruthless, the name of the first warrior of the nomadic tribe is not given in vain, why did he see Chief Yar with a look of eagerness?

It's because he has always been unconvinced, after all, the other party has always been known as the first warrior of the Kentana barbarians, but he is half a step higher than his name as the first warrior of the nomadic tribe, before he has fought him, what qualifications does he have to call him so?

Syllable!

The other large hand reached out horizontally and shook a strong hand with Scott's large hand.

"What? Chief Yar really thinks he's the king of the Kentanas, and he's going to meddle in our housework?" Scott's big face was throbbing, anger and war raging, "just right, let me try to see if you're right to be called the first warrior of Kentana."

On the bucket-thick arm, long snake-like green tendons protruded, and with the provocation of muscles, the power began to surge wildly.

It was none other than Yar, the chief of the Sea Hunting Tribe, who intervened to stop Scott.

"If this is just your simple household matter, I really shouldn't interfere, but this young man just mentioned the ancestral spirit, this is the matter of the entire Kentana, the Scott leader wants to compete, we have a chance in the future, why not let this young man finish his words? What do you mean by the ancestral spirit you just said?"

As Scott continued to exert himself, the animal skin clothes on his body also bulged.

It was clear that the pressure brought by Scott, and Chief Yar was not as relaxed as he appeared.

In terms of pure strength, there is not that much difference between the two.

"Scott. Chief Prey shouted angrily, "Have you had enough of fooling around, and if you do any more, don't blame me for kicking you out." ”

"Humph!" Scott snorted, but finally took the initiative to retract.

Chief Yar, who was passively responding to the battle, was also unwilling to stir up trouble on the opponent's home field, so he also took the initiative to retract his strength, and said with a smile: "Since the Scott leader wants to fight, why don't we wait until we lead the clan through this crisis?" ”

"Good!" Scott laughed, "Refreshing, since the Chief is a cheerful person, I don't continue to be a villain. ”

The flames of war that were about to burn between the two were forcibly suppressed.

"Since the chief is interested, let's listen together, and I apologize for my son's impulsive behavior. "Chief Pré said hard to Jarl Chief.

Apparently a little unhappy that Chief Yar had taken the initiative to interfere in the affairs of their tribe.

"It's me who should apologize, I was reckless just now, they are all the chief's children, how could the chief allow them to hurt each other?" said Chief Yar with a smile.

Able to unite the scattered sea hunting tribe into a group, Chief Yar relied on more than bravery, and his grasp of human sophistication was far superior to that of ordinary Kentana barbarians.

His soft clothes made the atmosphere obviously ease a lot.