"Whew-" the little gray wolf cried out in a milky voice, as if to say that he was hungry, and then he slowly crawled out from under Bertha, nearly stumbled, and then straightened up, stretched, and threw his head into the can of broth that Morey had handed him, sniffing without stopping. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bertha, who had been sleepy-eyed a moment ago, woke up suddenly, and with an "ah" sound, she took the little wolf back into her arms, and despite the wolf's struggle, it seemed that she wanted to hide it under her again.

"It's ......" Morey put down the jar and frowned.

"......" Bertha understood that it was useless to deceive herself, she hugged the little wolf tightly, seemed to be a little reluctant, her expression was extremely struggling, and finally looked at Thor timidly and said:

"Let it go, at least, can you not eat it. ”

Thor didn't think about what to eat, although maybe the tribe's food source in the future was a bit problematic, but such a wolf cub may not be able to provide much meat.

"Where did you get that?" Bertha?" asked Saul, curious, as he looked intrigued.

"Bertha?" Although she cared about the little wolf, Bertha was sensitive to the difference in Thor's pronunciation.

"Ah, Old Man Morey has already told me" Thor thought for a moment, "but you should understand that no matter what your identity is on this island, it doesn't make a difference......"

Bertha nodded, of course she understood Morey, without Morey she would have died long ago. Seeing that Bertha did not resist, Morey also smiled with relief.

"It's the one I picked up outside," Bertha gently stroked the fluff on the wolf's neck, "and it lay on its stomach in the grass, perhaps abandoned, perhaps separated from its companions. ”

"Please don't eat it, Nome-sama. After her identity as a girl was revealed, Bertha no longer deliberately disguised herself, and naturally behaved coquettishly.

"I didn't say I wanted to eat it," Thor smiled awkwardly, his performance was no better than the black teeth with green eyes

"But if you want to keep this little wolf......"

Diana interjected at this time: "I have to warn you, Lord Nome, that such a growing wolf may consume as much food as an adult in the tribe every day, and they only eat meat. ”

"I'll promise to give it just a few small pieces of jerky a day, okay?" Bertha looked at Diana pleadingly, "I don't have to feed it every meal. ”

Diana was most easily soft-hearted, and couldn't stand Bertha's eyes, so she turned her gaze to Thor, as if to mean: I don't care, it's up to Nome to decide.

Thor glanced around, Morey and Diana were silent, Kratos took a sip of the soup can without paying attention, little Bertha pleading her face, and even the little wolf cub in her arms seemed to know that her fate was about to be decided, and whined at Thor.

Except for Black Tooth, who licked his tongue and seemed to really want to taste the wolf meat, the others seemed to be noncommittal in the vast majority, Thor touched his chin and said with a smile:

"It's just a little wolf cub on the left and right, just do what Bertha said, give it a few pieces of jerky every day, and keep it from starving. ”

Hearing Thor's words, everyone naturally nodded in agreement, and Little Bertha cheered in a low voice of joy, she did not shout loudly, naturally because the other wild people were already asleep.

After a few laps, the broth had bottomed out, and Morey and the others had fallen asleep at some point, fighting the storm all day, the mental and physical exertion was unprecedented, and Thor also felt extremely tired.

He leaned against the stone wall of the cave, endured his sleepiness and opened the system interface for summoning heroes, only to see that the faith value in the upper left corner changed from the original 1 to 310, an increase of more than three hundred at once.

"It seems that the increase in faith is not only related to victory in battle, it seems that as long as you can lead your clan to overcome difficulties, you can gain faith points. Thor thought secretly, and as soon as his thoughts turned, he couldn't help but think of the scene of the "madness" of the people in the storm.

"In the battle of the sneak attack and counterattack, I seem to have experienced this state as well, my strength has increased greatly, and the energy seems to be gushing out endlessly, is it the talent of a barbarian?"

One question after another popped out of Thor's head, whether the storm would stop tomorrow, where to go next, what to do with the food source, and so on, and so on, and before he knew it, Thor fell asleep in a daze.

The fire flickered inside the cave, and the crackling sound contrasted with the sound of the wind and rain coming from outside the cave, as if they were two different worlds, and the wind and rain outside seemed to be stronger after resting, but this had nothing to do with Thor.

After the stormy struggle against nature, the warriors found a peach orchard where they could rest for a while, even if the ground was cold and hard, even if the stomach was still hungry, even if they did not know where they would go tomorrow, but at this moment, for this group of barbarians, it was the greatest happiness to rest here.

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The next day

Thor woke up at night, and yesterday he was so tired that he accidentally slept all day.

When he opened his eyes, Thor saw the fire in front of him rekindled, and Morey filled it with firewood.

The firewood that had been left there for a day was no longer completely wet like last night, but when it dried, it became easier to burn and no longer emitted heavy white smoke.

Bertha was very compatible with the other wild people, and at the moment she was playing with the wolf cub she had just adopted last night and a few wild children, and her carefree appearance made Thor feel a little envious.

The rest of the tribe sat in twos and threes, guarding the fire, and staying with their families, and the wind and rain outside were still loud, and there was a deafening thunderclap from time to time, and the storm was at its most violent, and it sounded like it was not going to get smaller in the slightest.

"You're awake, Lord Nome. Morey greeted with a smile when he saw Saul's eyes open. His complexion looked much better than yesterday, a faint flush appeared on his face, his lips were no longer miserable white, and he was even able to personally bring a bundle of firewood.

Thor was happy for him, too, and he smiled and said, "Good morning Morey, oh no, maybe good evening?" The barbarian's language didn't convey these meanings exactly, and it always felt a little strange when Thor forced it to be put together.

Morey pinched the beard off his chin and said strangely, "You are so surprising, it sounds like you want to say something in Continental." ”

Listening to Morey's words, Saul became interested, he tilted his head, and asked curiously: "Is there a big difference between continental and barbarian languages?

Morey smiled: "This is what you don't understand, the barbarian language you speak is actually the Serverian language, although the Serveros are now decayed and reduced to barbarians, but after all, they have ruled Wotan for a period of time, so the current continental language and the Servero language are actually very similar." ”

He breathed a breath, as if to recall the memories of the past: "I used to study in the great library of the Palais Française, and you must know that many of the classical texts are written in the Servero language, and I learned this language at that time. ”

Then, the old man sighed and said, "I didn't expect that many years later, this language would really play a role when I was in the wilderness. ”