Without the help of magic, igloos could only be built fifteen feet wide, so the adventurers were separated from each other as if they were divided into tents, with one room for Perrant, Glenn and McGee, one room for Cremar and Kerryburn, one room for Leona and Berdwin, and one for the Daughter of Love.

"I don't really mind the distribution as it was. Gülen said.

The otherworldly spirit glanced at him, "But I don't want to," said the black-haired spellcaster, "I don't want to wake up the next day to find my companion in the guts of a seal and fed to a puppy." ”

Glenn laughed, and that smile was a bit miserable, which was probably why Perrante wanted him to share a room with McGee.

"What are you doing here?" Perrante asked.

"Nanuk's son asked us if we wanted to be involved in dividing the whales. Gülen said.

"Have they started whaling?" Perrante said with a frown.

"Probably not," said Kerribben, "the killer whales attacked a small-toothed whale, and the Alatirites chased the killer whale away, but the toothed whale's entrails must have been shattered." "At this time, the boat of the Alatirit approached the shore, and the men in seal skin suits jumped off the double-headed warp about thirty feet long, and some of them pulled the boat and some of them the unfortunate toothed whale up the shore full of dark blue gravel, and Perrant walked over and put his hand on the toothed whale, which had stopped its thoughts and heartbeats, but its life would continue in the human body.

The Alatirit were not anxious, they let the waves wash over the toothed whale, like the last elegy that nature had sung for it, and the shaman crawled out of his igloo - He was dressed like a parrot on the Dragonfire Islands, the seal skin was dyed in all colors, embroidered, cut-out, and cut out of tassels, and on his head was the head of a snow bear, and the eyes were inlaid with amber as if he were still alive, and the bizarre open mouth made it look a little cheap, and the snow bear's skin was whole, covering the shaman's head to his ankles, and he paced slowly around the toothed whale, and then raised his pike and pierced the toothed whale's eyes, one at a time, to dig out the huge blue-black eyeballs, which were held in the shaman's hands, round and flawlessLike two gems deliberately carved into eyes, the shaman walked step by step into the cold sea under the gaze of everyone, throwing his eyes into the deep sea of eternal night.

This may be the sacrifice of the Alatirites to the god of the far north, but the whole process is not only too simple and chaotic, but also does not feel the fluctuations that the casters can often feel when watching or participating in the sacrifice.

But that might be enough for the Alatirit, Nanuk took the lead in wielding a bony handle dart, starting from behind the eyes of the toothed whale, each vertical cut was about as wide as an adult male's body, and then he climbed up to the back of the toothed whale and cut a long cut horizontally, and the black skin opened up, revealing the snow-white fat and bright red flesh inside, one of the Alatirit stepped forward and hooked the whale's flesh with a hook the size of a man's head, and the other Alatirit lifted a shuttle dart with a short grip and stood on one side, and when the whale's flesh was pulled off a little, the second man put the shuttle dart into itto cut off the whole piece of meat along the skeleton.

When Nanuk saw the elves and their companions, he smiled and waved his palms at them, a gesture that was common everywhere, "We only need a small piece. Perrante said, "Who's going?"

"Me. Baldwin said, then glanced at Leona and Glenn in surprise, this "I" was not the only one he was talking about.

"This kind of menial work is not suitable for the Norman princesses of the Highlands. Gülen said, and the dagger spun in his hand in a fancy and was stuffed back into his arms.

"Let Gülen go. Cremar said.

When the others agreed, the souls of the other world couldn't help but wonder if they also thought that Glenn had been a little bad lately? Speaking of thieves, thieves are really unlucky, like other men, if they fall in love with a priest Flo, they have to worry about being betrayed by her, teased by her, or simply disappearing, or Memmy unfortunately dies in their adventures, which is also very normal, Glenn can bury her and put a small flower on the grave. But in any case, it can't be worse than now - she can't say it's alive, she can't say it's dead, she left a glimmer of hope for Gülen, like a hole in his heart, and then threaded through it with a silk thread, hanging above the bottomless abyss, making him **** night and night entangled in burning pain and cold sorrow, unable to break free, and not wanting to break free - the soul of the other world is really worried that Gülen will go crazy like this.

"Come on. "Berdwin shook his head at Gülen, and as they walked over, the Alatyrit gave them a place, and there was the middle of the toothed whale, the fattest and the fattest, and though Berdwin had not hunted whales, he had at least eaten large fish, and he saw at a glance the key to it, and immediately saluted all the Alatirites. The elves were slightly startled when the Aratilites cried, and then they realized that the Alatirites' cries were not because they had seen something terrible, but only because they were sincerely praising the perfect work of the former paladin and a thief. Baldwin didn't even want a hook, he took off his gloves, cloak and coat, and exposed the arm of Mithril, his fingers digging into the split flesh of the toothed whale as easily as lava touched ice and snow, and when he took a step back, the thief's bodered dart was embedded between the muscles and the skeleton like a shadow, and he pressed the pike down, as easily as a little girl slicing open a piece of whipped cream, and Bodwin continued to retreat steadily until he held a whole piece of whale meat with skin in his hand.

"We should have a banquet for this. Leona muttered as Baldwin lifted the piece of whale meat aloft it to the cheers of the Alatirites, and when his gaze met Leona, they were immediately entangled, unable to separate again.

"I smell a sour smell...... "The Otherworldly Soul muttered, and Kerry, who was standing beside him, immediately lowered his head and sniffed hard, this toothed whale may have been dead for less than half a day, and in this harsh climate where water drips into ice, there is no time or opportunity to rot, he smells nothing but the smell of fresh blood: "Is the salmon bad?" he asked in a low voice, and the Alatirit had caught many salmon.

"Nothing," Cremar said in a lower voice, "probably the smell of the puffin from before." ”

"Impressed. Carey agreed.

"Tomorrow we will officially go out to sea to catch whales and seals. Nanuk said, "I hope to find the whale you need." He pointed at Birdwin, "You have a strong warrior who can throw the first shot at the whale." ”

"We're not going to catch a new big whale for a boat," Perrante said, "and we might be able to look for whalebones." ”

"But the whalebones are in the deepest trenches," Nanuk said, "and even if you find them, how can you bring them back?"

"Turn into a big whale and drag them back. Perrante said in all seriousness that he wasn't joking, but Nanuk decided he was telling a joke.

But this was not the most important thing, Nanuk cared for Perrant's ships, for Perrant promised them the carriages, carriages, and ponies they would drive when they arrived, if his people could help them build them, and that this hardy pony would be a precious treasure to the Aratilites, let alone the carriages of black iron. It was iron, and with this, how many shuttles could they make, and every tribesman who went to sea could have a black iron shuttle instead of stone and whalebone grinding, which was the only remaining dream of Nanuk for decades.

At that time, Nanuk decided that even if five or ten of his people were to die in this way, he must hunt a great whale for the Children of Nature and his companions, otherwise where would the skeleton of the two-headed warp come from? When the Alatirites hunted whales, there were eight people on a boat, six oarsmen, one helmsman, and one fork thrower, needless to say, the fork thrower who threw a fork with a rope at the whale was the most dangerous, when the whale suddenly dived in pain, if the fork thrower who grabbed the rope did not have a firm foothold or only knew how to use brute force, he might be dragged into the cold and dark waters; there were also fork throwers who were entangled in ropes and were strangled alive in the rally between the boat and the whale; the whale's tail was also a cruel and powerful weapon, and the fork thrower could be beaten out by the whole person if the boat was not in the right position。

But otherwise, where can they get black iron, the pike darts of the clan are used with great care, but the corrosion of the sea still makes them brittle, rusty, and broken quickly, and the pike darts made of stone and whalebone cannot even pierce the skin of the whale.

"We might run into a big whale soon. Nanuk said.

The Alatirit are a rare race of humans who can be regarded as friends by the elves, lies are almost non-existent among them, if it were other humans, Perrant would have to worry that they would go against the law and deliberately go against the evil and deliberately go to find the whale, killing it in exchange for the precious black iron carriage, but the Alatirit will not: "Promise me, don't insist on finding and not killing the whale, give us three days." "If we can't find it, we'll go with you to find the whale," Perrant said. ”

Nanuk's face immediately welled up with a sincere and excited smile, "That's it," he said in a lingua franca he wasn't very good at, "Friend, that's it." ”

He looked over to the people who were surrounding the whale, which had been rapidly disintegrated by the Alatirites, leaving only a white, bloodstained skull, which was of little use, and the fins of the whale, and his second son was kneeling beside a whale meat, desperately cutting off a piece of meat and putting it in his mouth, while his eldest son was screaming something, Nanuk followed his line of sight, and found his little daughter standing in front of the humans, salivating over the piece of meat they had been given.

"What does she want?" Leona asked, as a woman, she was more sensitive and gentle with her children than others, "What do you want?" she asked the child, "Do you want honey?"

She bit down on the glove with her teeth and put her fingers in the dimensional pouch, remembering that she still had a little linden candy.

"Don't give it to her. The thief suddenly grabbed her hand: "Just give her whale meat." ”

"She's just a child. Leona said, "Just a little bit of sugar." ”

"Look around. Gülen said.

The princess looked around blankly, she saw nothing, except for the Aratilites: "Their faith does not allow honey in their lives?" But when she took out the honey, no one stopped her, except Gülen.

"This is the northernmost part of the range of human activity," said the thief, "we have only passed through here once, or twice, and we may never come here again for the rest of our lives—it is so desolate and so barren, look at these people, and from them can you see the textiles and daily necessities of other places? They eat raw fish, seals, and whales, and their utensils are stone, and they live in houses made of snow and bricks, and it may be a few decades before a caravan comes here - or because they are lost." He took the honey from the princess's hand: "She will probably never know what sweetness is—before you give this honey, but this honey, no matter how much she cherishes, will be eaten, and what about the rest of the years? Do you want her to live with sorrow and regret remembering the sweetness of honey?"

"Give her a piece of whale meat. The thief said, "This is a gift, not a torture." ”

"The ......" both turned their heads at the same time.

"Well," said the black-haired spellcaster, the otherworldly soul, "but if she didn't have this piece of honey today, wouldn't she never know what honey tasted like?" and he winked at the little girl, "yes, good things are gone, they leave, they change, the first breeze of the morning on her back, the burnt doughnuts, the fluffy puppy, the color of roses...... Yes, they're all ephemeral and can't be kept forever, but don't we have to be so cowardly in rejecting everything? Isn't that even more pathetic? because you won't even have a chance to "regret" and "miss" it, only ...... Well...... How so...... Blank, empty, nothing, meaningless, worthless, without past, without future. ”

"That's the scariest thing. Grant. (To be continued.) )