It was noon the next day, and Thor was sitting on the ground, the humble tent was crowded with many people, and he stared at the empty space with his cheeks crossed, not knowing what he was looking at. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Barbarian's ability to recover is quite strong, and yesterday's wounds are now scabbed, and when the scabs fade, these wounds will turn into hideous scars, which will become the "medal" of glory on Thor's body.

But he didn't have time to think about it now, as he was staring into the air, the system interface that no one could see except him, only to see that the number under the big "Summon" button was still 100, and behind the pigeon symbol representing faith in the upper left corner: 101

"It seems that this increase in faith has something to do with the victory in the battle?" Thor speculated in his mind, frowning.

He already has over 100 points of faith, does that mean he can summon another barbarian hero right now?

"Noam?"

At this time, Thor came back to his senses and looked down, and at some point, many people had gathered in the small tent.

I saw the figure like the tower of Kratos, standing coldly on his left hand, holding a shining iron spear, looking at the two people tied to the ground like a statue, it was the old man and the little savage who had escaped last night.

An old man and a young man were kneeling on the ground with their hands and feet tied by knots made of hay, and Black Tooth was also holding an iron spear, and was looking at Thor with a puzzled expression, and when he saw him looking up at himself, he hurriedly continued:

"Noam, I got both of them back. ”

"Hmm......" Thor nodded, ignoring the stubborn gaze of the little savage on the ground, and instead asked at Blacktooth:

"Have the people of our tribe been transferred? Is there enough food?"

Blacktooth froze for a moment, then quickly reacted and said, "It's already here, Noam" and then paused, Blacktooth glanced at Kratos and continued:

"Kratos...... A lot of meat and fruit were found in other tents last night...... This morning, everyone except the slaves was given a little to eat. ”

After speaking, Blacktooth looked at Thor with some apprehension, for some reason, looking at Thor sitting in the center, Blacktooth always felt that Thor had become different from before, not only the bravery shown in the last two battles, but also the fact that he seemed to have more "majesty" that he did not have before, which made Blacktooth a little afraid to look him in the eyes.

Thor nodded:

"Well done. ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that the burden on his heart was slightly lighter.

Food has always been the most important material of the tribe, without food, the whole tribe will be panicked, and he, Nome, will be like sitting on a volcano that erupts at any time, no matter how strong the force is, it cannot conquer hunger, people will always have to eat.

"But I'm afraid it won't be long before I can rely on the food reserves, and I have to resume the tribe's hunting as soon as possible. Thor thought to himself.

An important problem was solved, and Thor was much more relieved, and he looked at the two people on the ground who were tied into rice dumplings.

"May I ask what the Nameless One is, and who are the Severos?"

The old man lying on the ground had a strange expression, he had never heard of a savage who would use such strange words and sentences to speak, this should be the way a civilized person on the civilized continent spoke, but now it came out of the mouth of a barbarian.

Well, the old man shook his head, and he had to admit that this leader of the barbarians who had captured himself was indeed somewhat unusual.

Looking at the iron spear in the hands of Kratos and Blacktooth, the old man had no choice but to answer obediently:

"Honorable chief," he said, standing up from the ground with the support of his shoulders, and sat on his knees with a wry smile, "the nameless ones are those who have left their hometown of Wotan and come to the deserted corner. ”

"Wotan?" Thor felt he heard interesting information and couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Wotan is a continent not far from this island......" the old man's face flashed with reminiscence: "There are four distinct seasons, there are large and small countries, and it used to be a very beautiful place. ”

"And the Deserted Horn is speaking of this, or rather, the realm beyond Wotan can be called the Wild Horn. ”

Thor secretly wrote down what the old man had said, and then asked him, "What are the Servero?"

"The people of Sevelo are the kings of this place, your lordship. At this, the old man lowered his head slightly, as if he was a little worried about angering the young barbarian leader.

"Servero ......" Thor silently muttered the name, a little happy in his heart, as if he had learned for the first time that the earth was round, and he felt that he was finally not blind and ignorant of the whole world.

"And what do you nameless ones have to do with the Cerveros?"

The old man pondered the words, and after a while, he said with a wry smile: "Actually...... Most of the Nameless were sold as slaves to the Desert, and the Severos were the biggest buyers of the Nameless. ”

"Oh?" Thor was interested.

"The Serveros do not produce anything other than fighting, drinking, and hunting, so they hire nameless men to cultivate their fields, raise livestock, and sometimes manage some of the wild men they capture. ”

"So you're the nameless one who manages the wildlings for the Serverins?"

"Yes, I have been ordered by a small leader of the Servero, a Qukou, to capture savage slaves for him. The old man pondered for a moment:

"To this end, he also sent twenty warriors of his own tribe to help me...... They are the ones with iron spears that you have slain. ”

Thor pinched his chin and looked thoughtfully at the old man on the ground and the little savage who had not spoken a word since just now, and whose presence was thin.

"Black Tooth," he said, as he changed into the pigtailed Savage warrior, "untie them." ”

Although he was puzzled, Blacktooth did not dare to disobey Thor's order, he waved the iron spear in his hand, the spearhead was sharp, and it was very easy to cut all the straw ropes, leaving the old and the young to stand up in a daze, stunned in place.

"You can go. Thor said happily to the two of them.

"What!?" the old man's face changed, and the little savage behind him couldn't control himself, and accidentally shouted, and even Blacktooth and Kratos looked at Thor with strange expressions.

"We ...... Can you really go?" the old man looked at Thor hesitantly, ignoring the little savage who was desperately dragging him out, as if he was afraid that a few warriors would suddenly come out and stab him in the back.

"Of course," Thor smiled and nodded, "I've always been good at talking, don't worry, if I want to kill you, I won't beat around the bush." ”

"But you have to think clearly-" But Thor then turned another corner, "Although this island is extremely large, but you two lost the savage slaves, and killed more than twenty Servero warriors, I don't know, you two, where else can you go?"

Hearing this, the old man's feet, which had already turned around, suddenly stopped, and stood firmly in place, but did not move.

He looked at the young man in front of him inexplicably, no matter what, he couldn't believe that this person was a barbarian from the barren corner, even if he was an old man from the Cervero, he didn't believe it, when did the barbarians start thinking like this?

As Thor had said, the old man was nothing more than a nameless man after all, just a high-ranking slave, and now that he had lost his slaves and warriors, if he returned to Qukou in disgrace, the moody and temperamental Cerveros would not let them two go.

And with the two of them, living alone on an island full of savages, sooner or later they will be captured by other savages, and then they may end up worse than returning to the Severos.

The huge barren corner really has no place for the two of them.

Thinking of this, the old man pondered for a while, and also understood what Thor meant, and he also understood, I am afraid that this leader should not be confused with other barbarians who only know how to fight and kill, but should be treated like a dignitary in a civilized country that he had come into contact with in the past.

So naturally he turned around again, and looked at Thor deeply, and saw that young Nome had deep eyes and a smile on his face, and looked at himself with the same smile, as if he had eaten the old and the young.

The old man's heart was much more relaxed at this time: "It's okay" He thought to himself, he was tired of following those moody Severos, but it was the young barbarians in front of him who were easier to communicate,

After all, people always prefer to be around their own kind who they can understand.

"I wonder if the Chief, can accommodate the two of us here?" the old man said respectfully, holding the little savage who wanted to go out.

Thor laughed, and he smiled happily and said, "Then you should call me Nom instead of the chieftain, but my tribe doesn't keep idlers." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to himself excitedly: "You can be a bachelor by my side, I can ask you if I don't understand something." ”

The old man's eyes widened, bachelor, when did the barbarians know how to find a bachelor?

Fortunately, he had become a little accustomed to Thor's difference, and immediately recovered, his right hand on his left shoulder, and his expression was solemn

"Perhaps, this is the turning point?" the old man's heart suddenly flashed with such a thought, "Maybe one day in the future, I can return to that continent without hiding?" For some reason, the different barbarian "Nome" in front of him made the old man seem to see a glimmer of hope.

"The god of light, Morey Trier from the Kingdom of France, is willing to be your attendant, the great Nome. The old man named Morey pressed his right hand to his left shoulder, half-bent down and bowed deeply, his etiquette was not forgotten because he became a nameless, and the whole action was full of natural solemnity and beauty, which made people can't help but be solemn.

"Alright, special ...... Mr. Lear," Saul felt a little tongue-twisting at the recollection of Morey's name, but that did not prevent him from continuing:

"I'm nowhere near great—"

"Dear Noam—" Morey interrupted him with a serious expression.

"I don't think we have time to be here anymore, I think we'll have to get out of here quickly. ”

"Leave?" Thor, Kratos, and Blacktooth all looked at the yellow-bearded old man in surprise.

"Yes, migrate—all are leaving, and the Cerverians will return. ”