The Barbarian Tribe is more of a cottage than a tribe. It was built on top of a hill surrounded by rough wooden fences, though only a thin layer of logs was inserted into the ground to form a wall, and it seemed that it might be more useful to prevent people from falling down the hill than to defend against enemies. But beyond the wooden fence is the towering cliff, and these rough wooden fences are enough.

At the end of the mountain path is a huge city gate, which is made of thick logs and looks extremely rough. The huge wooden door is also made of giant wood, and only the corners are covered with thick iron plates, which looks sturdy and sturdy. The corners of the building were littered with hideous wooden thorns, and all of them were filled with hideous heads, some of them terrifying, some of them grinning.

Sirigon's face remained unchanged as he looked at the heads, some of which were still dripping blood, and he recognized who they belonged to, many of them were orc goblins and gnolls, and a small number of greenskins and werewolves. Sirigon has never seen a werewolf in the orcs, because the number of werewolves among the orcs has always been very small, and most of the werewolves in the orc army are scouts, so it is difficult for ordinary people to see, and even if they do, they will not survive. I've only heard that werewolves are the most ferocious race of the orcs, and it is even rumored that they will eat any enemy they kill.

The werewolf's death was horrific, for Siricorn had seen several hideous scars on the skull, which he could tell had been made by the great force of the axe. Half of the bones of the entire skull were shattered, the mixture of blood-stained wolf hair and splattered brains, and the bloodshot red eyes would make the faint of heart a nightmare for a month.

"This is the stupid werewolf." Norma stopped not far from Sirigon, looked at the werewolf's head, and said disdainfully: "This werewolf sneaked into the cottage, and dared to assassinate the big leader, but the big boss directly chopped his head,"

"Are there a lot of orcs coming here?" Sirigon sensed the message in Norma's words and asked,

"A lot," Norma looked up and motioned to Sirigon, looking at the orc heads stuck in the wooden thorns. "These are the heads of the orcs who came running, they hit us a total of 3 times, but we all beat them back, these are the trophies, we like to stick the heads of the enemy here."

"3 times." Sirigang muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

Norma didn't know Sirigon's state of mind at this time, and said to herself: "It's just that the orcs have been a lot more honest these days, except for this stupid werewolf scout, everything seems to be very quiet. Norma kicked the snow under her feet: "Maybe it's because of the onset of winter, those orcs have been a lot quieter lately. ”

The barbarian warriors at the city gate saw their own people and yelled for the warriors to open the city gate.

"Coaxing ....." The huge wooden door was pulled open from the inside by a dozen strong barbarian warriors, and the group walked into the cottage under the gaze of other barbarian warriors.

The cottage is not big, but it is not small, and the sight is a mess of rows of animal skin tents, and barbarian children as strong as calves running and jumping. There was also a group of children fighting together, and the adult barbarians sat around watching the show, muttering the foul phrase "give him a punch and a kick" and shouting loudly. And the children in the circle also started one by one, until one child was beaten and fell to the ground covered in blood, but after a while, the child who fell to the ground got up again as if he was nothing, and played with the other children again.

The old butler twitched the corners of his mouth, always thinking that he had come to the orc tribe?

At this time, the barbarians in the cottage also discovered a group of people in Xiruigon, and immediately surrounded them with weapons in vigilance.

"This is my guest invited, get back to me." Norma stepped forward and yelled, swearing.

"Which of you will go with me to the Great Chief?" After reprimanding the barbarians, Norma turned to look at Siricorn and the old butler and said.

"Just the two of us." Sirigon glanced at the old butler, who nodded at him and said.

Walking into the "chief's house" of the great chief, this is what the old butler thinks, because he always feels that barbarians and orcs seem to be no different, they are all so savage.

All around are made of animal skins and animal bones and wood, which looks rough and simple, but unexpectedly warm inside, and there is no imaginary blood, but a very fresh air.

"Norma, who are these two humans?" Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, and behind the "Chief's House", a huge figure walked out.

Norma was already tall among the barbarians, but this big leader was a head taller than Norma, and his body was also larger, and the layers of tendon flesh were like oil.

"They said they were from Bull Town and they were apologizing to us." Norma turned to the side, stepped aside, and said.

At this time, Sirigang could directly feel the majesty of this barbarian leader, with a strong and tall body, a rude face, and two huge double-sided axes behind him. Seeing these two giant axes, Siricorn couldn't help but think of the broken werewolf head he saw at the gate, and the werewolf head was shattered by these giant axes.

"Bull Town, the human town that killed our three masters?" The big leader snorted heavily, strode forward and looked down at the two humans, one looked like he had some combat power, the other was just a withered old man, and the humans were really still the same as before, the same weak.

"Hmph..... then what are you bringing them here for? Directly cut off his head and hung it on the city gate, "The big boss directly pulled out the giant axe behind his back, so fast that he didn't even see it clearly, he felt a slight coolness on his neck, and when he looked down, he found that the big leader's giant axe was cutting horizontally around his neck. "Do you want me to do it myself?" The big leader glared at Celegon, smirking and smiling.

"Big Boss, they're here to apologize, and they're bringing their bodies with them." Norma said that his persuasion was not because he sympathized with the West Rigon them, but simply felt that it might be better not to kill them than to kill them.

"Is this how the barbarians of Fort York treat their guests?" Although the axe blade on the side of his neck gave the old butler goosebumps on his neck, he had already seen life and death more thoroughly after living until now, and he didn't care too much about this threat at all, but looked at the big boss and said with a smile: "Our young master is very hopeful and noble. The clan clears up the misunderstanding and discards the previous suspicions. ”

The barbarians look down on those who are greedy for life and fear death, but the warriors who dare to die will still look the other way, even if he is just a weak old human man, the big leader retracts his weapon, puts it back behind his back, walks to his seat and sits down, "I'll listen to what you have to say. ”