Riding majestically on the back of the wolf, Thor watched the slowly returning servant army, long before the raid on the tribe, he had ordered the servant army to spread out far away and surround the tribe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, every servant army that came back was happy, and they all had a harvest. Some even captured three escaped wildlings by himself, which meant that he would definitely be rewarded.

The best reward for the minions is, of course, to obtain the status of "Sothian", which literally means the allure of fields, food, and slaves.

With a wave of his hand, Thor ordered his men to return the captured captives, as well as the barbarian women and children who were frightened in the camp to the tribe.

The blades made by the dwarves of the Dark Furnace tribe with exquisite craftsmanship are not at all comparable to those of a group of barbarians who use stone tools.

When all the servants scattered around the perimeter returned, each with one or two captives in their arms, Thor announced that he would return to the cliff corner, and he had no time to capture the other fleeing wildlings, who would either starve to death or take refuge with other tribes, and sooner or later fall into Thor's pocket.

Fearful, Basan was escorted in the direction he had never been, and the two men who had captured him watched him firmly from beginning to end, not giving him the slightest chance to escape.

The terrifying warrior on the tall dire wolf patrolled back and forth with the serpent-like procession, and every time the giant wolf passed by him, the fishy breath that spewed out made Basang shudder.

After a long journey, just when Bassan felt that his feet were no longer listening, they finally walked out of the forest.

In front of you is a small rushing river, and the view across the river is suddenly clear.

Basang rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw, the patchwork of fields covered the empty plain ahead, the land had been turned over, and the young green seedlings had grown on it.

Basang swallowed as he looked at the green shoots in his eyes, for even seeds could be used as a food for savages, let alone such juicy and tender shoots.

"But why is this place full of such seedlings?" Bassan was puzzled, and just as he was puzzled, the man behind him suddenly pushed him

"What are you looking at—let's go!" asked him sharply, so that Basan did not dare to linger any longer, but a terrible thought suddenly drifted through his mind.

"Could it be—oh my God, could it be that these people are deliberately tending to these seedlings!?" the thought came out of control, and he looked out at the well-organized fields, apparently planted artificially, and the greenery in his eyes deeply stimulated Basang.

Then, when he continued to walk forward and saw the small earthen houses behind the endless fields, he finally realized that his tribe was not unjustly destroyed, and these people were obviously not on the same level as them.

Walking up a ramp, two tall men escorting Basang lined up and pushed him in front of a child.

Basang looked at the half-grown boy in front of him curiously, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy, he didn't know what fate would happen to him next.

The child sat cross-legged on the ground, with a skin covered with strange symbols in front of him, and in his hand he held a short wooden pole with the tips of some beast's fur fried, and beside him a small clay pot.

The two men who escorted Basang stepped forward humbly, knelt down in front of the little boy, bowed their foreheads to the ground, and said with a smile on their faces:

"Lord Tula - this is our captive. ”

The boy glanced at them, gently opened the animal skin in front of him, put the wooden pole in his hand into the jar, and asked lightly, "Name?"

The two hurriedly replied:

"Aminu" "Quinta"

The boy nodded, raised his hand and lifted the pole out of the jar, and to Basan's surprise to find that the fur in front of the pole was dyed red, the boy searched for the hide, and drew a vertical line behind the two strange symbols.

"Alright, you can go. ”

Basang felt his grip on his hand behind him loosen, and the two men knelt on the ground again and bowed, then walked away with a smile.

The dazed Basang was at a loss, the boy waved his hand, and a tall barbarian walked up behind him, the barbarian dragged Basan's neck, Basang didn't dare to resist, so he was dragged forward by the other party for a while.

Finally, he saw a circle of people sitting around a clearing, and not far away were endless earthen houses, which made Basang's heart frightened, it was by no means a building that should exist in the South Island.

He finally understood that their captors must be a tribe that was too big for him to imagine.

was dragged by the neck and thrown into the crowd, Basang was shocked, and someone came to him again, throwing down a heavy object, and Basang subconsciously caught it.

The thing in his hand was long and thick, with a brownish-red layer of skin and a few grains of dirt on it.

"Is this ......?" the man threw at him and left, Bassan looking around suspiciously.

They were confined in a clearing, guarded by several armed warriors, seemingly with no intention of interacting with them.

Most of the people around him were companions from their own tribe, and at this time, Basang found that his companions were also holding a white thing and stuffing it into their mouths, eating sweetly.

"Is this for food?" looked at the brown-red "long" Basang in surprise and tried to take a bite of it.

The teeth cracked through the outer layer of red skin, revealing the fine white flesh inside.

"It turns out that this is skin-" Basang woke up, and tore the rough epidermis with his hands little by little, finally revealing the part of the white flower inside, and a fresh fragrance rushed into his nostrils, stimulating Basang to start secreting saliva.

The sound of other people's "Ku Ku Sneer" sounded in his ears, and he finally couldn't help but bite down hard.

The first sensation of "Click" was a little hard, and then a sweet taste flowed between his lips and teeth, a little like the young shoots of plants and trees he had eaten, but more textured and filling than hay.

Basang no longer hesitated to swallow heavily, munching on the whole food, and ate it clean in the blink of an eye.

Tian Tian Finger Basang really can't figure out his next fate, why would he be given such a delicacy after being captured?

Thinking back to his life of exile, a storm caused the tribe to flee and die, he was lucky to hide in a cave and not die, and then joined one tribe after another, struggling between hunger and death every day, and now it is the first time he has eaten such delicious food.

"If you can have this kind of food every day, it's not bad to be a captive. Basan couldn't help but think in his heart.