"Elder Lake is leaving, the rift in the Red Maple Tribe is big enough", Trist continued to raise his head and look at Elder Luther, "At this time, we can help the Red Maple Great Plains, not only to ease the relationship with the people in the center of the tribe, but also to make Sabaton owe you a favor, and change the opinion of most people about you and the northern village you represent, so that those people will no longer be able to easily squeeze out us......"

Luthel was stunned for a moment, a little confused by Trist's words, then pondered for a long time, and finally sighed, and said to the young man in front of him in a daze: "I have lived for more than forty years, but I don't think about you as a child......", the old village chief's eyes sank, looking at the empty trouser tube of his left leg, "The flame of glory is above, I have thought more than once, without you, our village would have fallen into the abyss...... You know? A long time ago, I lost faith in the goddess and the flame of glory, if the goddess really existed, why let the twelve tribes vendetta against each other, let the devout believers suffer, and let me, who was once devout, lose my left leg...... Don't be surprised, there are many like me, so the prestige of the black-blooded chief as the chosen person of the goddess is weakening day by day......"

"Until I met you!" , Facing the scattered morning glow, the haggard elder Fu was a little excited, "Until I met you, Trist!" It was you who saved Alex, it was you who saved our entire village, it was you who saved our entire Red Maple tribe! You have convinced us that the Goddess has not given up on us, and I even thought at one point that you were sent by the Goddess to save our elect......"

"I'm sorry, I've always been indifferent to goddesses, fate, things like that, besides, I'm not black blood," Trist coughed lightly. He looked at the old village chief with a sudden change in painting style and a chattering face, felt a little uncomfortable with such an atmosphere, and left in a hurry, "I'll go to the training ground to have a look." ”

Looking at Trist's departing back, a smile twinked on Luther's lips. It's just that after a while, little Alex, who was lazy and caught, found that the old father beat himself more vigorously.

The Chengguang Glacier of the Sacred Lake Forest originates from the melting snow of the mountains, and its tributaries flow from west to east, passing through tribes and villages of all sizes, and flowing into the sea in the east, nourishing the plains and hills. The core of the Red Maple Tribe, the Red Maple Great Plains, also benefits from this, with large tracts of land suitable for cultivation that other tribes envy.

On the north side of the Red Maple Plain, at the junction of the Chengguang Glacier tributary and the Raccoon Forest, is the camp of more than a dozen villages evacuated from the north. Since the ancestors of these northern tribesmen in the camp were the Chengguang tribe who were annexed by the Red Maple Tribe, the tribe leaders refused to settle the refugees who had retreated south in the tribal center of the Red Maple Great Plain, and on the contrary, they were only allowed to camp in the northern part of the Red Maple Great Plain. During the raid of Queen Leia of the Ice Nation a few days ago, these northern camps bore the brunt of the attack.

Fortunately, after the war, with the help of the leader of the Light Lake tribe Eric, under the organization of Trist and Luther, they took the lead in clearing the rubble and burying the deceased. At this moment, the camp in front of Trist's eyes seemed to be revitalized, the remaining hundred or so warriors were organized, hunting for hunting, patrolling for patrols, old men and women and children were busy repairing the camp and polishing tools. Although they were a little confused because the higher-ups had not yet decided to stay, the whole camp seemed to be in order.

The gravel field on the river beach outside the camp became a training ground for the young warriors, and more than 400 young reserve fighters sweated in the sun, and several adult soldiers who had been disabled in the tribal conflict could be seen guiding them. Trist could hear their shouts and cries from a long distance. War and pain are the best ripening agents, and they who have lost their loved ones and homes are growing up at a rapid pace.

"Trist is here!" Before approaching the camp, the little soldier on the side shouted excitedly at the venue, and everyone in the field had different expressions after seeing Trist.

Thirteen or fourteen-year-olds are the age of hero worship, and some of Trist's feats always attract their adoring gaze. Most of the older ones had participated in the team of more than 2,000 people to save Silvermoon Bay, so they were a little more in awe of Triste. There are also a few young warriors who have just joined and are not familiar with Trist, and the young man's heart will inevitably have some long and short thoughts, so his eyes are a little eager to try. As well as some of the mentally mature little warriors, they took a few glances and re-immersed themselves in their own training.

Trist didn't have much thought, but when he saw Vivien rushing over, he turned sideways and gave way, he subconsciously didn't have any thoughts about this fifteen-year-old girl, so he consciously or unconsciously avoided too intimate actions. But Vivien didn't think so, she was not discouraged if she didn't succeed, she immediately grabbed Trist's arm, raised her chin to look at her friends, and declared her sovereignty with her own actions. Trist didn't want to break the heart of the first tribal girl he knew too much, so he let the girl pull him forward, which made the few young female warriors around him a little gloomy.

In the rocks along the riverbank, a group of children are exercising their strength by lifting weights, near the raccoon forest, future marksmen practice their archery skills against improvised targets standing on wooden stakes, and in the distance, a few teenagers are practicing javelin throwing. Near the center of the training ground, a few adult warriors who had been crippled in clashes of the clan were instructing the oldest children, who were no longer armed with wooden knives and swords, but with weapons inherited from their parents, who would soon join the hunting party and become true warriors in the next year or two. Of course, due to this clash of clans, the Red Maple tribe has suffered a lot of vitality and needs to be replenished urgently, so this time will be shortened.

Noticing Trist approaching, the one-armed adult warrior at the head nodded in greeting the boy who had saved their village, and Trist returned the salute.

The oldest of these children is seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest is only eleven or twelve years old, just the same age as the hundreds of sons of the earth in the original drama. However, in the original play, the tribe clashed with the Baizi who landed, and they, who were also children, fought against each other. The 'Young Army' of the tribe has been reduced to ashes under the modern firepower of the Hundred Sons of the Earth......

And these strange or familiar faces, in just over twenty days of getting along, have been deeply rooted in Trist's mind.

A voice is saying, 'They trust me, and I'm going to protect them.'" ’

'Protect the tribesmen? Which side do you belong to? The other sneered at this.

'I was born in the Ark, but these tribesmen are also my people,' the original voice continued to struggle.

The other voice was silently mocking, 'Hehe! You don't belong here, and you can't protect anyone! You can't protect Shirley, you can't protect Bob, you can't protect your mother, you can't even protect Murphy...... You have nothing after all, you have nothing after all. ’

"Enough, Xu Ziyou! You loser! Get out of my head! ", this sentence is in Chinese.

Vivien looked nervously as Trist clutched his head as he spoke in a language she had never heard before, half-crouching on the ground and trembling.

"Trist! What's wrong with you, Trist! It was an anxious female voice.

"Get out of the way, all out of the way, he needs fresh air!" This is a disabled fighter who leaned over.

Slowly opening his eyes, Trist looked at the girl who was crying silently in front of him, looked at the big and small soldiers who were surrounded in front of him with worried faces, and showed a weak smile, "I'm fine...... It's just that I've been a little tired lately, so it's good to rest for a while......"

"Trist, twist, my child's name is Trist, he is destined to reverse doom and bring miracles!" , the hearty male voice ripples in the memory.

Trist raised his head, the clear sky was cloudless, and the sun shone into the pale gray eyes that had been struggling and misanthropic for a while, "I'm Trist!" ”