As the indigenous people of the wasteland who live in an extremely barren environment, the barbarians are perhaps the most optimistic race in the continent of San Cassis.

The Bloodhoof tribesmen did not abandon themselves because their homes were destroyed by the war, and there was not even the slightest sadness and pain on their faces.

These naturally optimistic barbarians bravely followed their new chieftain Allen into the outskirts of the fierce beast forest, hoping to rebuild their home in this most mysterious and dangerous land.

They all understand that all the grievances and hatreds of the past have long been burned away with the fire of their patriarch, and the most important thing in front of them is not revenge, but to hibernate and recuperate.

Everyone understands that they are no longer barbarians in the wasteland, but a bloodhoof tribe with barbarian blood, a tribe that will fight only for themselves in the future, and not for the honor and anyone in the wasteland.

They hope that they can be reborn like the phoenix, the sacred bird in Allen's mouth, and use their hands to fight with the sky, the earth, and the dangerous beasts, to rebuild their homes, rebuild their tribes, and rebuild a new future.

Alan didn't bother to say anything, more than 200 tribesmen, without any doubts or complaints, only blind optimism and confidence in the future, all supported his decision, no exception.

Alan walked at the front of the team, holding a dragon halberd, and a few tribal warriors, constantly clearing the obstacles in front of him, constantly turning back and shouting,

"Watch your feet and don't step on any beast droppings, or they will think you're trespassing on their territory."

"Take care of your own bear children, and don't eat those brightly colored plant fruits."

"And you, little Babylon, don't follow your father's foolish back and forth, follow the team."

"What are you doing, old Duf? Getting off the horse, are you a decoration with long legs? Don't you see that the dwarves are tired and like wild dogs? ”

The two dwarves pulling the cart rolled their eyes angrily, wiped the sweat on their faces, and scolded in their hearts, you are a wild dog, and you are tired to death.

Old Zack saw that the clansmen were moving forward in an orderly manner under Allen's arrangement, and the original worries slowly disappeared, and when he saw the sufficient food and various supplies in the convoy, the old man gradually had a smile on his face.

Seeing that there were more and more trees in front of him, and the road was getting harder and harder, Allen's brow furrowed.

If you remember correctly, the last time I left the Beast Forest, there shouldn't have been so many towering trees on the north periphery, and even a few trees were less than a few meters apart, leaving only a few people at the same time, this situation was too abnormal, it was simply not in line with the characteristics of plant growth.

Calling little Zach over, Alan, who was afraid that he had misremembered, was ready to ask him.

Little Zach, who also felt strange, confirmed Allen's doubts.

These big trees blocking the way seem to have appeared out of thin air in the near future, so tall a tree is impossible to grow in a short period of time, but the two of them clearly remember that the last time they left the fierce beast forest, there were not so many towering trees blocking the way on the periphery.

Even Dina, who was stupid, sensed the abnormality here.

At this moment, the nervous old Duff ran towards Allen.

The nervous old Dufu said with a serious face: "Hell, let's not go on." ”

Alan, who was also becoming more and more uneasy, hurriedly asked what was going on.

It turned out that Old Duff had been lying in the carriage at the back of the line, and had been exchanging heartfelt curses with the two of them all the way cursing the Holy See, but as the team went deeper, he always felt that a pair of eyes were constantly staring at them in the dark.

As a mage, although he is only a half-mage who is not recognized by the Mage Association, Nabi is an elemental user, and the mage's perception of any anomalies in the surrounding space is far greater than that of other ordinary people.

Old Duff is not very good at describing the feeling, like an irresistible behemoth, hiding in the shadows and observing himself all the time.

As for what this "behemoth" is, he can't figure it out, it's just a simple intuition, not like a fierce beast, not like a magician, but it is certain that it is definitely an intelligent life form, a powerful existence that can be daunted just by looking at it.

"Why don't we set up camp here, the terrifying feeling that makes me creep out grows stronger as we go deeper, as if to warn us." Old Duff suggested with a look of trepidation: "Although I don't know the military knowledge, I think this place is not bad, and Cologne also says that this place is good." ”

Alan nodded, strictly speaking, it is not considered to enter the fierce beast forest now, at most it is only the outer part of the forest, and it is not far from the south side of the wasteland.

As Cologne and Duff said, the location under their feet is very good now, with the beast forest in the back, facing the great wasteland, and the terrain is still on a high ground.

If you stand on the wasteland and look up from a little distance, it will be difficult to see the whole thing unless you can fly.

And if you set up camp here, the huge number of giant trees behind you can block a large number of small beasts and very large fierce beasts, as long as there is no human destruction, these towering trees are a natural barrier.

When the time comes, adjust the exit of the camp slightly, turn the front exit into a sharp corner, if there is a large-scale attack by foreign enemies in the future, as long as it is not from the southernmost side of the beast forest, the entrance to enter is only in front of the camp, and tomorrow let the clansmen cut down the trees around the camp and trim out a fire isolation belt, which is basically foolproof.

Alan looked down at his feet, saw that the soil on the ground was also wet, and nodded secretly.

If memory serves, there are two sources of water less than three kilometers to the northwest, and one of the lakes must be inhabited by a few black crocodiles, which are not very dangerous and rarely run to the land to feed, and Babylon the Great can kill them alone.

His position was much lower than that of the lake, and as long as the dwarves were allowed to bring tools to bring the water source, the tribesmen would not have to run so far to get water at the risk of being attacked by fierce beasts.

The other source of water is a living stream at the end of the stream where the two spine tigers last beat the giant gray lion.

The overlord of the previous waterfall, the Spine Sword Tiger, has long been the belly of the Wasteland Violent Bear, and it is estimated that there should be other fierce beasts entrenched there now, unless the living water source is not enough and the last resort, it is better not to set foot there for the time being.

With a plan in mind, Alan motioned for the clansmen and dwarves, who were already unable to move, to fix their place, and walked up to Old Zach and Karn to tell each other what they thought.

Old Zack and Little Zack don't know this, as barbarians who have been fighting all year round in the wasteland, they basically have enough to eat and drink, even when they are physically exhausted, a large group of people are crowded together, they are not too buried, they fall asleep on the ground, go to war when they wake up, and go back to the tribe when they are done.

Little Zach listened to the side and nodded repeatedly, he didn't understand anyway, just nod his head.

And the old Zack next to him, although he was confused in his heart, said indifferently with a look on his face: "Well, I think so too, so let's arrange it like this." ”

Seeing that it was getting dark, little Zach walked to the middle of the group and shouted to the tribesmen: "The supplies are piled up together, twenty warriors will keep vigil in shifts, and the simple tents will be set up first, all for the dwarves to rest, anyway, you will not have enough for them to rest first." ”

Seeing little Zack's immature voice yelling in the middle of the team, Alan hurriedly ran over, lowered his voice and said to the surroundings: "Be quiet, you want to die, everyone remember, no ignition, no loud noise, no running around, no permission to leave the surrounding five hundred meters away, do you understand?" ”

The tribesmen huddled together, all like thieves, lowered their voices and whispered, "I understand! ”

"Sleep!" Alan waved his hand like a great man: "If the sound of snoring is more than ten meters away, all the sentinels will get up, let them change their positions and sleep again!" ”