The travels of the city lords in this era were far less grand than in ancient times. The snow near the city was not as thick as around the Rock Village, and the four-wheeled carriage could travel normally. It's just that considering Niu Tong's injury, the speed is slow, not fast.

Wu Yuan and Niu Tong have noble statuses, and the escort team of the two people together has more than two hundred. Neither Tenhao nor Celestial Madness could ride horses, and they walked with the infantry guards, leaving messy footprints in the snow.

Looking at Wu Yuan riding on a horse in front of him, and then looking at the carriage surrounded by cavalry, Tianhao fell into deep thought.

When he was having dinner at the City Lord's Mansion yesterday, he felt that something was not right. Whether it is a witch practitioner, a healer, or a hundred heads, these three identities are very ordinary in the eyes of Wuyuan and Niu Tong. Even if he healed Niu Tong's leg injury, he didn't need to give himself that kind of equal attitude.

Wu Yuan's attitude is even more difficult to understand. He is the great witch who is in charge of the entire Thunder Bull Clan, and his status is only below the national master of the Ox Clan. And I'm ...... It's just a witch practitioner in a small village, and it's not an official witch practitioner approved by the old priest, at most it can only be regarded as a reserve person.

It's like two tigers inviting a cat to dinner and offering to be friends with each other.

Why?

There are two explanations, which Tianhao thinks are more reasonable.

Could it be that Niu Tong and Wu Yuan, like themselves, are both parasites from the era of destroyed civilization?

The probability of this possibility is too slim, and Tianhao doesn't dare to confirm it at all. Even if you want to speak, you have to wait patiently until the other person speaks first.

The second explanation is that they have something in them that they can use and need.

This is even more absurd than the first explanation.

When normal logic cannot explain things themselves, thinking shifts in the direction of the other. Tianhao couldn't help but have the thought in his mind that even he felt a cold sweat break out on his back————Could it be that these two guys have taken a fancy to my ass?"

Escape is impossible. Two legs were no match for extremely fast cavalry in any way.

Jokes aside, what is the real reason why they are close to themselves?

The probability of such a thing as "eye edge" is not very high. Tianhao already has an extremely deep understanding of how serious the hierarchical differentiation of identity and inferiority is in this world. In essence, Fu Song, the leader of Panshi Village, is not a bad person. However, his desire for a surname is so obsessed with it that even if he gambles the fate of the entire village, he will desperately ask the tribal ruler for a surname.

Tianhao really wanted to get closer to the ruler of Red Hoof City, and also wanted to get some benefits from Niu Tong by treating his leg injury. Cotton cloth or linen, wheat flour, rice, money...... In short, as long as it can improve living conditions and can be called "wealth", he is happy to accept it.

The pure friendship between an ordinary little barbarian and the city lord and the great witch?

To hell with this impracticality!

Tianhao noticed that something was wrong shortly after the feast began. "Monetary policy" is the patent of the ruling class, even if Niu Tong and Wu Yuan have a good relationship, they will not mention it in front of themselves as outsiders.

Unsure of the other party's true intentions, Tianhao can only try to show his existence value in front of the other party. As a last resort, he was forced to give advice to the archery competition between the Thunder Bull Department and the Blood Eagle Department.

Who wins and who loses, what's my business?

Or is it the question, why are they so deliberately close to me?

Tianhao couldn't find an answer, and he couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, let's follow along! It depends.

Ahead, is Thunder Point City.

……

It is a large city with a population of 120,000. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the depression in the middle forms a basin. Two rivers, one large and one small, pass through the south and east of the city, respectively, and infiltrate vast areas of arable land and feed a large number of tribes. Even though it's winter, there's not much snow to see here, and the temperature is warmer than in Barehoof City.

Wu Yuan arranged an inn for Tianhao and Tianmad, which was a high-grade place in Thunderhorn City. He and Niu Tong seemed to be in a hurry, explained a few words casually, left a bulging money bag and left.

Tianhao counted it, and there were a hundred silver coins in the bag.

Judging by the discerning eye of industrial products in the civilized era, this currency is actually crudely made. The circular shape produced by casting is not very regular, with too many tiny bumps and depressions around the edges and surface. The front motif is a bull's head with large horns, and the back is a simplified version of a hammer.

"It would be nice to have another scythe, that would look like something I'm really familiar with." Tianhao pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice that only he could hear. The sunlight outside the window shines on the silver coins in the palm of the hand, reflecting the metallic luster that is characteristic of silver.

The process of declaring the head of 100 people is not complicated. Wu Yuan helped hand over the application paperwork, and the next afternoon, a middle-aged man in a crimson uniform came to the inn and showed his animal skin certificate as an administrative official of Thunder Point City, and Tianhao followed him out of the hotel and went to the Signature Seal Mansion.

The most typical feature of the popularity of masonry construction is the use of cement. When he walked into the Signature Seal Mansion, Tianhao paid special attention to the tall walls here, and he could confirm that the dry sticky object between the bricks had some things in common with the cement he was familiar with, but the specific hardness needed to be further verified.

The spacious inner nave, the square structure, the bright light...... Tianhao couldn't help but think of the dark and ugly cabin in Panshi Village, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional: whether it is the era of civilization or this seemingly barbaric world, it is willing to spend money in the construction of government office areas. The same luxury, the same grandeur.

Almost all the villagers in Panshi Village starved to death this winter, and the situation in the nearby Qinglong Village was not much better. But looking at these red-faced guys in the Signature Seal Mansion, the word "hunger" has nothing to do with them.

With food from all the villages of the entire Thunder Niu tribe, the city was well fed.

There was a queue of more than a dozen people in the hallway, all holding their identification papers. Tianhao was placed at the end of the line, looking at the end of the corridor directly in front of him, which was blocked by tall backs, and he smelled a pungent smell of burnt paste wafting through the air.

It was the smell of burnt meat under the heat of the roast, and from time to time there were high and low howls, and a few terrible screams.

Tianhao felt that he might have come to the wrong place. Looking at the people around him, he found that all of them had solemn expressions on their faces, especially the ones standing in front of them, they clenched their fists, their teeth were clenched in their mouths, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

At the end of the corridor is a large room. The dark room had no windows, and there were two firepits on the masonry floor, where several shirtless and sturdy men gathered, and in the middle, the man who seemed to be the leader, held two large animal skin papers in his hands, and read the names in order.

"From Yuzhai, Kegang."

The man at the front of the line strode over, he took off his leather robe, revealing his thick arms. Clenched into his left fist, the muscles in his arms bulging like an inflated ball. Reading the name, the man was supposed to be a steward, he stared at the man called "Ke Gang", did not speak, casually raised his hand and waved, two guards standing next to him strode forward, one of them grabbed Ke Gang's shoulder from the opposite direction, and the other picked up the soldering iron that was burned on the charcoal fire until it was red, and with indescribable coldness and a hint of cruelty, he pressed the hot metal on the upper end of Ke Gang's left arm.

With a clear "snort" sound, a strong white gas immediately rose between the skin and the soldering iron, and the stench of burnt protein once again filled the nostrils. Kegang's endurance was obviously stronger than those who came before him. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his violently trembling body only rose and fell slightly under the control of his strong willpower. He didn't shout, cold sweat seeped out densely on his scalp and cheeks, and from the depths of his nostrils and behind his pursed lips, there was a muffled "muffled" that was obviously muffled.

Loosening the soldering iron, the steward in charge of the name looked at Ke Gang, whose face was pale and almost collapsed, with appreciative eyes: "It's okay, it's much better than the guys in front." This kind of person who is brave and not afraid of death is the real "head of a hundred". Let's go over there and rest! Next. ”

Receiving praise from those in a position like this is the highest reward for those who receive the brand. Kegang, who was relieved, endured the severe pain, happily walked past the waiting crowd, and sat down on a wooden bench against the wall on the side to rest. He crossed his waist and deliberately exposed the wounded surface of his arm in front of everyone, and Tianhao saw that there was a clear circular pattern there, and in the center was a black horn that was diagonally upward at forty-five degrees.

In this era, there is no anti-counterfeiting technology, and it is impossible to manufacture things like ID cards, military officer IDs, and special unit work cards. The half-army, half-name Spartan-like system determined that the grassroots public managers were also low-ranking officers. If you want to become the head of a hundred, in addition to the unanimous approval of the leaders of the village and the recognition of the head of the clan, you must also brand the left arm with a red-hot metal price.

This black horn represents the head of a hundred people. Wherever you go, as long as you take off your shirt and reveal your special markings, you will be recognized by all barbarians.

The Leo Clan is marked by a lion head, the Tiger Clan is a tiger head, the Eagle Clan is a pair of wings, and the Bear Clan has sharp teeth...... Each race has its own special markings.

If you want to become a master, you have to suffer a little bit of flesh and skin. This is very different from the civilized world.

It's Tianhao's turn.

He is not yet an adult, and although he is in the stage of development, he does not have obvious muscle outlines on his body. The steward was a little puzzled, he asked Guo Tianhao to hold the identity document in his hand, compared it with the animal skin roster in his hand, and found that there was no problem after confirmation, so he shook his head, his eyes flashed with sarcasm, and a trace of disdain.