The Earl had news from Sirigon, but for Theron, who was close to Bulltown, he had a lot of news easily. Although the barbarians sometimes live far away from each other, and there are tribes, the barbarians are always easier to get along with the barbarians, and the relationship is much better than that of humans.

The barbarians trade with each other, although they don't have much of their own, but the things that the barbarians and humans exchange are different every trading day, so after the trading day, they will take their own things to trade with other barbarian tribes.

The only barbarians in the whole of York Province were the barbarians of Fort York and the barbarians on the hill behind Boertown, and there was trade between the two in previous years.

After the victory in the battle with the orcs, although the losses were great, the Yorkburg barbarians also gained a lot. There are some things that the old butler can't look down on, and the big boss is to use this great victory to build up other barbarian tribes to highlight the bravery of the tribe, and secondly, to exchange these things that humans don't want for something, of course, the first one may be more likely.

"Wow... Well..... those orcs were like a swarm of ants, and we really couldn't see the end at that time, and we couldn't kill them. My axe, you know. A sturdy brute, standing in the middle of the fire, roared and waved his arms, gesturing:

"The axe I got from a human profiteer with two wolf skins?" A big man sitting by the fire shouted, "I use it all to chop wood." ”

"yes, you won't steal my skinning axe, will you?"

"Haha......" The sitting barbarians laughed and coaxed.

"Die, that's my favorite axe." The barbarian was very unhappy and shouted, "I have exchanged two white wolf skins from humans. ”

"Haha......" burst into laughter.

The barbarians by the fire were eating roasted venison and yelling, and the barbarians of Fort York were talking loudly and with great interest how they had defeated the orcs, while the barbarians near Boer Town could only envy in their hearts, but they did not hesitate to talk back, and the atmosphere was very warm. (I always say that the barbarians at Fort York, the barbarians near Boer Town are a little too uncomfortable, and since then the barbarians at Fort York have been changed to the White Wolf Tribe, and the barbarians near Boer Town have been changed to the White Bear Tribe, and they will say so in the future.) ）

Theron sat quietly on the side, carefully holding a knife and carefully picking at the shredded meat between the bones, then dipping some fine salt from a wooden bowl into his mouth and chewing it carefully. The lively atmosphere on the side seemed to have no effect on him at all.

No barbarians were with him, and even the barbarian children of the White Bear tribe would instinctively reject this dwarf human.

Suddenly, there was a sparse noise around him, and Theron stopped what he was doing and looked over, it was the old shaman.

Since the weather has become colder and colder, the old shaman's body has obviously become worse and worse, and he stays in the deep cave ** all day long, rarely coming out. But Theron could feel the old shaman's growing smell of decay, and he knew why.

"Ahem," the old shaman sat down slowly, put his cane at his feet, felt a little cold, and wanted to put on his cloak, but his old body was a little disobedient, and he trembled.

Theron put down the knife in his hand, draped his cloak over the old shaman's body, and looked at the old barbarian who was aging and wrinkled, the former strength could no longer be seen from his body, and the only thing left was probably the slender skeleton.

Theron has mixed feelings for this old shaman, on the one hand, she is grateful to him for raising her, although it is not a good environment, but she still lives well because of his presence. On the other hand, Theron also has a deep resentment towards the old shaman for bringing him here, and all the barbarians dislike and spurn him, all because of him, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been hurt like this at all.

"Do you still resent me, Theron?" The old shaman's dim eyes looked at Theron, as if he could read Theron's thoughts, even though his previously shrewd eyes were now dim.

"....." Theron didn't speak, he lowered his head and threw the clean bones that had been picked up to the big dog not far away, and wiped the knife on the fur on his leg.

"I know you still hate me, Theron. I've known you've hated me since you were 3 years old, since you were beaten up by the first brute kid, and now I know you still hate me. The old shaman looked at Theron and said slowly.

"Now that you know, why do you ask me," said Theron, threwd the knife into his sheath and tucked it into his bosom, as the old shaman had said, hating the old shaman, hating the damned barbarian tribe.

"Because I know that only you can continue to grow with the White Bear Tribe." The old shaman didn't pay any attention to Theron's words, and said, "You have heard the situation of the White Wolf Tribe, if it weren't for the help of those humans in Pur Town, they would have been wiped out at this time, but even so, they have suffered a lot of losses. ”

The old shaman looked at the boastful barbarians of the White Wolf Tribe: "I haven't seen anything other than the barbarian who took the lead, the big leader of the White Wolf Tribe is just a little clever, but the second leader Norma is indeed a smart person, he knows that it is definitely not a good idea to rashly add so many newcomers to the trading team, but they still do it, Theron do you know why?" ”

"The losses were huge, and those old soldiers died in battle." Theron said and looked at the old shaman: "You want to take this opportunity to annex the White Wolf Tribe?" ”

"That's not what you think, I know, my disciple doesn't have only this bit of wisdom?" The old shaman's old face smiled and looked at Theron.

"....." Theron didn't speak, he turned his head and looked ahead, he just wanted to divert the topic, he didn't want to continue on this topic, he knew the purpose of the old shaman, but he didn't have the slightest interest in the purpose of the old shaman.

"Eh...," the old shaman sighed, with a tired face that could not be concealed, and he said to Theron, "I know that you have a deep dissatisfaction with the Bear Tribe, but you grew up in the White Bear Tribe, and you are also a member of the White Bear Tribe. The White Wolf Tribe has the help of humans, they may be able to survive, but the White Bear Tribe will never escape, I only hope that you will continue the White Bear Tribe, this is your duty, Theron. ”

"Impossible," Theron turned his head suddenly, his eyes filled with coldness, and he stared straight into the old shaman's eyes: "From the time I was three years old until now, I have always remembered every humiliation I have received, and it is impossible for you to make me do what you want. Master, this is the last time I call you Master, maybe you think I have no feelings or the heart to repay the kindness, but I will never forget the humiliation I received, absolutely not. ”

"You ....." The old shaman looked at Theron in shock, and his thin arms trembled and pointed at Theron, unable to speak for a long time.

"I remember your kindness, but I still remember the humiliation I received," Theron said close to the old shaman's ear, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and a calm smile on the corner of his mouth, which was faint, "I'm sorry, this is just my first step, and I will repay all the 'kindness' you give me in the future." ”

The old shaman's body trembled, his dim eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at him, the heir of the inner design, in disbelief, he couldn't think of it, he wanted to speak, but when he opened his throat, he could only spit out gurgling blood foam, and the vitality gradually dissipated in his eyes.

Theron got up to leave, passing by the fire, and squinted at the yelling barbarians.

"Look at it, bastard....", a white bear tribesman scolded dissatisfiedly.

Theron's face remained unchanged, and he walked straight through the cavern, and disappeared in the snowstorm, leaving only a string of red marks.