Saul looked at the old man Morey, who had just taken refuge and made important comments to him, with a serious expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was true that he had forgotten to consider the question of the Cerveros, and now that he thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed not a place to stay for long.

"But you don't have to go in such a hurry, do you?" Thor touched his chin suspiciously, looked at Morey and asked, "The tribe doesn't have enough food left, so we have to settle here for a while." ”

Morey also looked at Thor and said solemnly, "I'm afraid it's too late, Lord Nome, the people of Severo come to me every six days when the sun sets to take some slaves, and today is the fourth. ”

Thor put down his chin rubbing his hand, put it behind his back, and began to pace back and forth, bowing his head and muttering to himself: "That is to say, the day after tomorrow, the Cerveros will come here, and we will have less than two days to ......"

The migration of the tribe is a big event, especially for the tribal leader, even Thor's father, the last Nome, did not dare to move easily, not to mention that in Saul's opinion, this time I am afraid that it will go very far.

Food reserves, the fighting power of the tribe, whether they are well equipped, whether the people are united, these are all important factors in the migration, no one knows what danger will be encountered, so the more prepared the better, and for Thor, his tribe is precisely unprepared.

"Trier, how strong are the Cerverlos, is it possible for us...... I mean, at least ambush them first......"

Speaking of this, Thor glanced at Kratos, intentionally or unintentionally, as if to say, "Look, we also have generals on our side"

Morey Trier obviously understood what Thor meant, but he shook his head and said sincerely, "With all due respect, Lord Nome, even if we can defeat the Cerveros who will come the day after tomorrow, I still recommend leaving here now. ”

Thor didn't speak, and continued to listen to Morey's explanation, after all, he knew more about the enemy or the old man. Blacktooth had no room to interject, he hadn't been far from his former tribe since he was born, let alone heard of a Servero.

Kratos still stood silently, he had always liked to talk much, but now he also focused his eyes on Morey's face, as if quietly waiting for the old man's explanation.

"Alas......" Sighing, Morey shook his head and said, "Lord Nome, even if we can defeat the handful of Servelos who are about to come and kill them all, but so what?"

The old man cleared his throat and said, "That simply means declaring war on the Severians, and at that time, there will be no point in escaping, and the Severians will probably hunt us down to death, and it will be useless to flee to the ends of the earth." ”

"Are they really that powerful?" Thor asked, frowning.

"Not to mention the 10,000 roaring warriors who belonged directly to the Great Chief, the piles of iron they received from the Worms merchants alone were not comparable to us. Morey breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a few more pinches of yellow beard on his chin with his hand, squinted his eyes and continued:

"Under the Great Chief, there are also nearly a hundred Qukou of all sizes, and the total number of warriors under the command of these Qukou is 20,000, and the number of warriors in our tribe is probably not as good as the smallest Qukou. ”

Morey was right, Thor glanced at the iron spears in Kratos and Blacktooth's hands, there were only about twenty iron tools like this in their own tribe combined, and most of the others still used wooden spears.

There were about fifty people in the first tribe, about 100 people conquered by the Morey tribe, plus about 150 slaves in five cages, and there were only about 300 people in Thor's tribe, and even fewer male warriors, I am afraid that there were less than 100 people.

It didn't take long for the conquest of just one hundred people, and Sol himself didn't know what the combat strength was.

I had no choice but to go, so where should I go?

Morey's advice is to head south.

The island is so large in the middle of nowhere, that the people of Wotan often refer to it simply as "Cervero", but in fact the Cerveros only occupy the northern end of the island, and the southern part of the island is not in their sphere of influence.

Thor listened to Morey's advice, and his face was bitter, but he clearly inherited the memories of the past, remembering that the previous generation of Noam, that is, Saul's "father", had told him that the south of the island had a harsh climate and a difficult environment.

That's why this small tribe has been wandering in the central region and has never entered the south.

Despite his reluctance, Thor had no choice but to plunge into the treacherous South Island, and all he could do was to be as prepared as possible.

After thinking for a moment, Thor looked at Morey seriously and asked, "How many days is the rest of the tribe's food enough for three hundred people?"

Morey thought carefully and said, "Seven days, the food that this tribe has saved before should be fine for us to eat for seven days. ”

Seven days, then plus the grain stored by the small tribe in the past, it can support about eight or nine days in total. Thor silently calculated in his mind.

The food problem can only be like this for now, if it is not enough, you can still rely on hunting on the road, and then there is another problem waiting for Thor to solve.

Due to the recent conquest, the entire tribe has not yet begun to merge, including the old tribesmen, the new tribesmen, and the slaves who have been captured from all over the world.

The undecided hearts of the people and the need to move long distances had to worry Thor.

He walked up and down the humble tent from time to time with his hands behind his back, and the tent curtain made of animal skins was blown by a sudden cool breeze, and Thor lifted the curtain and looked out at the sky.

Dark clouds piled up, obscuring the sun, and the sky suddenly became overcast, and at some point, a cool breeze blew up from the ground with a stream of moisture, and it looked as if a torrential rain was coming.

Lowering the curtain, Thor turned to the middle of the tent, his gaze swept over Blackfang, Kratos, Morey, and the little savage behind him, and said slowly:

"I'm going to let the slaves out and mix with everyone and divide them into five households, one for me, Kratos, Blacktooth, and Morey, what do you think?"

Kratos thought thoughtfully, Blacktooth was a little unsure, but as long as it was Nome's order, he would resolutely carry it out, so he nodded in agreement and said:

"Nome idea, good"

Morey pondered Thor seriously, his lips opened slightly, and he muttered softly: "In this way, as long as a few of us take care of our own "households", the entire tribe can be sorted out in an orderly manner, and the pressure of management will be greatly reduced. ”

"Yes, I plan to distribute the food to the tribesmen through the "households", so that it is easy to distribute and control. ”

"But Lord Nome," Morey nodded, he thought Thor had a good idea to get the tribe together quickly so that they could move as quickly as possible, but he was also a little confused

"But...... If you divide it into five households, you only talk about the management of four households, and you don't know the other household......"

Thor laughed, silently opened the system interface that no one could see, looked at the big button that said "100" on it, and chuckled, "You'll know soon." ”