On this side of the creek, the steppe came to an end, ending at a mountain cliff not far away. The stream turned around the mountain and flowed to the back of the mountain and was out of sight. The rocks of the cliffs are embedded in the foothills of the high mountains.

The summit of the mountain, with its ice caps shining in a brilliant shade of red, magenta, lavender, and purple, resembles a gigantic gem set on the peaks of the mountains, and the leader of a small tribe like Rolf could not help but be thrilled by the magnificent scenery before him.

The tribe left the river and headed for the plains, for only the plains could provide the viability to survive for the time sustenance.

The tribe needs to have a shelter from the wind and cold, and more importantly, the tribe's totem protector needs to have a stable dwelling, so that the gods can settle down in peace and not get angry if they have not left the tribe.

In the past, the gods were already angry, so angry that they caused earthquakes and tsunamis that killed more than 300 people in the tribe and destroyed the homes they relied on for survival.

If the totem god could no longer find a permanent address, the protector god would leave the tribe with the migration of the tribe, leaving the tribe at the mercy of the evil gods, incurring disease and enemies.

However, not a single member of the tribe knew that in the past, he lived well in the territory, and why would the gods suddenly become angry with him? Even a well-read person like the Great Mogueu did not know what to do.

To this end, the Great Moguu held religious ceremonies every night during his travels, praying to the gods to appease their wrath and relieve the suffering of the entire tribe.

Rolf is fully responsible for the clan he leads, and from the moment the disaster struck, his body and soul were worried.

As the supreme leader of the clan, he is capable of hunting, plundering, and leading the clan in the real-life realm.

However, the unknown world of gods and ghosts made him at a loss. He felt an invisible force and an esoteric spirit threatening him at all times, making him fearful and confused.

Therefore he was very afraid, and hoped that Odin, the good god of the gods, would not be angry, not leave them, but must find a place as soon as possible to settle down and calm the protector.

He had visited many mountain streams and even caves during his travels, but none of them were satisfactory to him.

Precious warm weather, wasted in vain. He didn't know when the Dao would appease the wrath of the gods, and he didn't know when the Dao would return to his realm from the beginning, so he spent his days and nights in anxiety.

They walked along the base of the cliff. The shadow of the sun dragged on, and they finally reached the grassland where everyone had enough time to take refuge. In the evening light of the setting sun, a beautiful rainbow is reflected in front of the waterfall you just passed.

Rolf ordered the tribe to camp and rest. The men, young and old, skillfully set up their tents, and the women, though very tired, knew that it was not time to rest, so they unloaded their heavy baskets and lined them up in a fan shape along the edge of the grassland.

Then, dodge the rocks and fish through the narrow exit to collect wood for the fire.

Nala spread the fur on the ground, placed the little boy on it, and hurried to help the other women, but her heart was on the poor boy.

The boy's breathing was very weak, and he still didn't wake up, but he made fewer ** sounds.

Nala anxiously pondered how to revive the boy, thinking of the dried herbs she had stored in her otter skin pocket.

She also pays attention to every kind of weed that grows in the vicinity when collecting fire-starting wood. To her, some of those weeds are more familiar, some are unfamiliar, but they are all somewhat useful, some can cure diseases, and some can be eaten.

When she saw a clump of irises stretching out their long stems in the wetlands by the stream and waiting to bloom, her heart moved, and a problem was solved, so she hurriedly ran over and dug up all the roots and stems.

Under another tree, she was excited by the discovery of a clover of hops wrapped around its trunk, but she decided to use the dried hops powder from the otter skin pocket next to her, because the cone-shaped fruit of the hops that grew did not ripen until late autumn, and the fresh hops could not be used now.

She also peeled a piece of smooth gray bark from an alder tree [alder qīwife, alder, a deciduous tree of the genus Alder, with oblong leaves with sparsely serrated edges, soft inflorescences, monoecious, overhanging spikes, tough wood, produced in Sichuan, Guizhou, and Shaanxi in China], sniffed the smell, and when she smelled a strong aromatic fragrance, nodded, and put it into the folds of the animal skin.

On the way back in a hurry, she didn't forget to collect a few handfuls of tender boxes of leaves to bring back. In a short time, the men had already lit the firewood, and the fire was rising to the sky, and the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

When the women saw the fire burning, they became excited and began to get busy. They each went back to the tent set up by their men and laid out their heavy belongings one by one, and although there was not much space, the women were well arranged.

Seeing that it was still early and the tent had been set up, the Count led a number of energetic men to take up bows and arrows and ride on horses, and hold a hunt, hoping to hunt a few deer, so that the dinner would surely be more perfect.

Nala cleaned up her tent and prepared for the little boy's treatment.

She poured boiling water into a wooden bowl hewn from a piece of wood, washed the gathered iris roots, put them in her mouth and chewed them into a pulp, and then spat them into the boiling water of the wooden bowl with the juice.

In another wooden bowl, she added crushed alfalfa grass leaves, alder bark torn to shreds, and a certain amount of dried hop powder—which she measured with the palm of her hand as a measuring instrument—and poured boiling water. Then, she took out the dried meat and ground it between two stones to make a coarse powder, and mixed the concentrated protein with the water in which the vegetables were boiled, and stored it in a third bowl.

At this time, the women who were quick with their hands and feet had already packed up their shelters, and the idle women came to help.

The Vikings have always been united, passionate, brave, and fearless. They all saw that Nala had picked up a little boy and was now ready to treat him.

In order to see what was going on, after packing up the tent, they either excused themselves or looked for a reason, and they all went to look at Nora's fur spread out on the ground, and made all kinds of speculations.

For example, how can a child be in a coma and lie on the side of the road? Where are the rest of the child's family now? The most talked about is, why would Count Rolf agree to Nala taking in this boy who was apparently born to another race at this moment of the gods' rage?

[Sorry, I updated it early today, and I'm going to print the contract later, and I signed it.] So continue to ask for collections, ask for recommendations, thank you, thank you, and ensure that the book is complete. 】

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