Nanuk lifted his heavy seal skin and slipped into his hut in the blink of an eye. From here on, the effects of eternal day began to take effect, and the dark gray clouds partially covered the sky over the Alatirites day and night, so that they could not see the sun or the moon, except for the uncomfortable white light that accompanied them, but for the Alatirites it represented the beginning of a hunting season - the most important period for them, and it was only during this period that they could hunt the most prey - Surrounding the Far North Sea is a narrow circle of water, before the eternal daylight period, there is no life and hope of darkness and cold, even the sea will freeze, the blizzard can make the whole world turn gray and white, human beings will be frozen the moment they walk out of the igloo, and then buried deep by the wind and snow, at that time they can only rely on the fat of whales and seals that have accumulated before, burrow into the fur of reindeer or snow bears, and hold their families and their dogs in their arms and struggle to pray that the god of the Far North, Ulutiru, will give them a favor so that they can survive this difficult test。

After the eternal daylight period, the temperature rises slightly, the snow melts, but the whales and seals leave with it, and they can only survive by hunting big fish, but at that time, the hurricane that can last for days comes, and it will not only completely overturn the deerskin boats of the Alatirites, and the urchins will push them into the deep sea one by one, but also cause a tsunami, and the sea will rush into the igloos of the Alatilites, drowning all the creatures inside.

Also, in this desolate place, the Alatirites do not need to pay taxes and serve, but on the contrary, there are no soldiers and spellcasters who are willing to drive away the nuisance of monsters such as water ghosts, sharkheads, fishmen, etc., although they can appear at any time, but the time outside of the eternal day Alatirites see them more often than in the eternal day, they are happy to hunt humans under the cover of darkness and waves, from children to the elderly, compared to the fish and mammals in the sea, human flesh and blood always have a greater attraction.

The igloo only has a window made of walrus intestines, which is not as big as Nanuk's two palms together, embedded in the snow bricks, the light that is not so bright can only be said to be better than nothing after a layer of barrier, if it weren't for the fact that the Alatirit people have a pair of good eyes given by the gods, I am afraid that Nanuk will not be able to catch the little daughter who pounced on him at the first time, the little girl who is only three years old is wrapped in a soft and rich fox skin, which is also quite rare among the Alatirit who dot on children, but in any case, Nanuk is also a tribal leader with five hundred people, he is strong and intelligent, with three snow bears, adult sons, the eldest son has already impregnated a girl, he will soon have more grandchildren, and now their igloo circle is the largest in the whole tribe, and will be the largest in the future.

"Don't run in the igloo. Nanuk said, tucking her little daughter into her robe, and the little girl smiled grimly, apparently unconcerned about her father's reproach.

"Let your father rest. Nanuk's wife said, "Grandmother." "She's not talking to her grandmother again, the Aratilites have a strange tradition that whenever a child is born, they study it and look at him/ What kind of deceased ancestor is she like, because like the Seris, they believe that human souls will be reborn in this world, and they will always return home, so in a family, children will not only inherit the names of their elders as people elsewhere, but also inherit their titles, such as Nanuk's youngest daughter, who inherited her name because she was considered by the shaman and Nanuk to resemble Nanuk's grandmother, and Nanuk and his wife sometimes called her "grandmother." ”

Nanuk held his little daughter in his arms and looked at his youngest son, who was sleeping beside his wife, and he looked carefully and again, but could not find the familiar shadow: "Do you think it resembles your father?" he asked his wife.

His wife looked at their child again, "I feel a little like my grandfather." She said.

"Then tomorrow I will have a jar of whale oil," Nanuk said, "Go and ask the shaman, it has been born for thirty days." Nanuk's wife nodded in agreement, and the Alatirit could not even be considered a person until they had no name, so not only were they used to refer to babies, but Nanuk could not say that he had four sons.

At this time, Nanuk's little son, who had not yet acknowledged, suddenly muttered softly, and then began to cry, and Nanuk's wife checked the fur under it and picked it up and put it in her arms, and the baby was quickly quieted down with food.

"Those...... Man, how's it going?" Nanuk's wife asked anxiously as the baby snorted, and strangers were rarely present here, but a face they were unfamiliar with often brought only disaster. Some lords wanted to rule the area, collecting taxes and demanding service from the Alatirites, others were priests of Talos, the god of storms, or Ambory, the goddess of the sea, who demanded that the Alatirites abandon their original followers, the god of the Far North, Urutiru, and convert to their gods, but the Alatirit were as stubborn as the ice of the Far North Sea, and in rare cases, the priests would be killed, but more often than not, the Alatirit would stain the wasteland with their blood for their faith.

"Don't worry. The Nanuks said: "Two of them are children of nature." ”

Nanuk's wife's expression immediately calmed down a lot, since the Singh elves migrated to the silver-crowned forest, in their adult travels, some of them went east, some went west, some went south, and of course some went north, at first the Alatirit were also frightened and distant when they saw the elves, but it didn't take long for them to find those "humans" with long ears Not as vicious as their kind, the elves not only did not rob them of their food, or demanded that they believe in the elven gods, but also gave a lot of help to this group of calamitous humans, such as the lichens carefully cultivated by Nanuk's wife and young daughter on the rocks around Nanuk's igloo, these plants only need a little light to grow fat and strong, used to make soups that taste delicious, cough people will feel much better after drinking, some of them can also be used to stop bleeding and reduce swelling.

"Children of Nature" is the most respectable title that the Alatirites can give to outsiders, and the elves have proved that they are worthy of this title, with them, even if their companions are "humans", there will be much less resistance and hostility among the Alatirites, and Nanuk, as the head of the tribe, can naturally relax a little. Nanuk's wife reversed the baby's direction, and the baby closed its eyes and searched for a moment, holding the swollen and warm new granary and feasting on it.

"What are they here for?" asked Nanuk's wife, the elves were less involved in the Alatirite hunt, and more of a time to come here after listening to the descriptions of the older elves and admiring the glaciers and glare of the Far North Sea - but the polar day was not a good time to see the glare of the light.

"They're going to the far north," Nanuk said, "probably to see the glaciers." ”

Nanuk's wife shook her head, she, like most of the Alatirits, never felt that there was anything to see in the glare or the glaciers, which were a great danger to them, and the ships of the Alatirites were framed with whale bones and covered with deerskin or seal skins, light and large, but could not withstand the impact, and every Alatirit would be terrified when the ships sailed through the glaciers. Glaciers are not as strong as one might think, they break, they move, they squeeze against each other, they tear apart a small boat like a human tearing apart a piece of lichen.

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"Oh......," McGee said.

"What?" Perrant asked.

McGee glanced timidly at the druid, snapped his fingers, and grunted to the side - Perrant only sighed helplessly, the dwarf McGee was a difficult little guy to deal with, and the most likely thing he guessed was that he stole something from the dwarves - no, not jewels or weapons.

Although many merchants have a headache from the stinking and hard temper of the dwarves - whether it is ore or finished products, dwarves never bargain, a sword is a hundred gold coins, and a thousand swords are a thousand hundred, yes, there is no such thing as a gold coin or two less, otherwise you will wait for an angry dwarf to chase after you with a hammer. So sometimes some people think that dwarves are very stingy, in fact, dwarves are not only not stingy, but very generous, do not care much about personal property, they can use Mithril or Adamantite for decades to build the same beautiful weapons, and ask the mage to attach magic, but if his friend, or even just a passerby who meets occasionally, but is very compatible with the dwarf in words and deeds, the dwarves will not hesitate to offer their proud work.

Another reason, of course, is that for dwarves there is no such thing as the best work, only a better one, and that they would rather see it worn on their body and in their hands than hung on the wall of their bedroom, even if they are scarred, damaged, or even destroyed. They would think that it had done its duty, and that it had done its duty, like a dwarf, and that when he had done what he was supposed to do, he could go peacefully to the temple of Moradin, where it might be reunited with its founder.

Therefore, the dwarves don't care about this, there are many dwarves who still trade with halfling merchants who never obey their fingers, and the gnomes are not short of these, the only possibility is the dwarves' technology and drawings.

It shouldn't be an important drawing, Perrant could almost see Valentine sticking his tongue out at himself, the old dwarf certainly wouldn't deliberately play tricks and deceive his friends, but anyone would be wrong to think that the dwarves were stupid and wanted to do something - he couldn't stuff the dwarf into the dwarven caravan anyway, and sometimes Perante really couldn't understand the dwarf as a creature, could a drawing be more important than his own life? since he had had enough of threats and fright.

McGee paced silently to the highest point in the igloo, which was also made of snow and ice. Compared to the igloos built by the dwarfs (taller than gnomes and dwarves, of course) Alatilith, the adventurers made their own igloos were taller and larger than the others, but like the other igloos, the top was covered with dry lichen and hung their own cloaks and skins that the dwarves put in their wagons, except that the Aratilites would make windows out of the bowels of beasts, but the elves would not kill a beast at unnecessary moments, digging out the intestines for what might only be a day or two of lighting, and they had more than one piece of fluorite。

It wasn't very cold in the igloo, and it was even a little warm, so Nanuk took out a few small bowls hewn out of stone, filled with seal fat, and lit a thick wick made of snowbear hair, which provided the most precious warmth here, and could be eaten when hungry, but the smell and taste were a little unsatisfactory, but the adventurers accepted it, just like the delicious food that the Alatirites had offered to their guests...... Well, pickled puffins stuffed with fermentation in the belly of seals. McGee was about to refuse at first, but he was not a loving daughter with another identity, and he knew that what he had done had upset the druids - and the latter might have left him to the barbarians in a fit of rage.

"Where are you going?" McGee's finger had barely touched the sealskin curtain of the igloo when Perrant's voice came from behind him.

"I'm ......" The gnome turned and looked at Perrant from the bottom up, the gnome was very deceitful in appearance, and when they first entered the tribe, there were even children who wanted to come over and play with him, but Perrante's eyes, which were colder than the ice outside, made him swallow a mouthful of saliva involuntarily: "I'll go find Cremar." ”

"Don't bother him. Perrante said, "You can tell me if you need anything." ”

"I want to drink some mulled mead. "The gnome honestly said.

"Waited in the room. As soon as he had gone out, McGee ran over and pushed the door, but then found that he could not open it without destroying it, and the gnome lamented and rubbed his short sword and gems, and went back to the igloo and sat down, and there was also a layer of dry lichen on the snow bed, and a thick piece of whale skin, except that it was a little difficult to climb up, but not as cold as the dwarf thought, and he looked left and right for a moment, and took out the drawing and looked at it- Of course McGee knew that his actions were dangerous, maybe the dwarves would cut off his hands and feet, and then the heads, and the gnomes would do it, but he really couldn't resist the temptation, had any gnomes been able to enter the dwarven city for thousands of years? No! not one! When he followed Perrante and the others to visit Valentine, he had quietly spied the dwarves standing in front of the furnace and the anvil, and the dwarves had the same ideas and methods as the gnomes, perhaps even better, and these might have been found if he had stayed in Iron Bone City for five years, or ten years, but he didn't have even three days. When he saw the dwarf crumble, McGee couldn't control himself anymore, as long as a drawing, a drawing, a drawing, he was confident - even if it was just the most ordinary drawing, he could dig out Mithril - besides, it was not ordinary, it was a blueprint for making a golem, and it had been so carelessly placed in the cupboard next to the bed, not locked, no traps.

You can't blame him for everything, can you?? )