Touching the snowflakes on his face, Link felt a little surprised, the one-eyed old Joe and Niata on the side also looked surprised, although it was already early winter, but usually it would never snow at this time, although the water vapor of the Supreme Glacier would go south in winter, it would soon be blown south by a strong north wind, and the desert north would only have one or two light snows in the middle of winter.

Although there were some doubts in his heart, Link didn't pay too much attention, but continued to ask about the ghosts of the slaves, the slaves knew a lot of things, and it didn't take much effort for Link to know the origin of the ghosts, their alliance with the Santarin Society, the two sides cooperated to dig a color-resistant ruin here, and the leaders of both sides brought people into the ruins tonight and never returned.

Link looked at the tent where the Yin Soul was a little puzzled, the leader of the Santarin Society was still in the ruins, this Yin Soul Mage didn't seem to be worried at all, how would the Yin Soul people treat himself and the Bedai people? Looking at the happy slaves, Link let out a sneer in his heart, I'm afraid the Yin Spirit people didn't intend to release them.

The mage merchant walked out of the tent at this time, beckoned to Link with a gloomy face, Link nodded, took a deep breath of clammy air, and followed the merchant into the tent.

The Yin Soul High Mage was sitting on the colored cushion in the middle of the tent, drinking a cup of green tea from the Karatu Continent with great interest, looking at the familiar red clay tea set, smelling the aroma of the tea soup, Link couldn't help but deeply miss the time of his previous life, and took a greedy breath of the tea fragrance in the air, but Link found that the Yin Soul Mage was looking at him curiously.

Link was just about to say something to the Yin Mage, but the merchant standing next to him preemptively struck up with Link: "Reacquaint yourself with the contemptible Waterdeep envoy, Anthony." ”

Link was a little surprised to hear the merchant report his home, Waterdeep, the famous and powerful city-state of Faeron, the lair of the Goddess of Magic voters, isn't this guy a businessman who does business with small tribes? When did he become an envoy of Waterdeep?

Thinking of the over-the-top equipment of the reinforcement tribes, Link looked at the merchant with some vigilance, this guy is from Waterdeep, most likely a harpist! The harpist is an old secret organization, the electors of the goddess of magic stand behind it, some chaotic regions of Faeron consider the harpist to be good messengers, and some stable regions think that they and the Santarim Society are simply the same thing.

The merchant didn't speak, the ghost mage who was drinking tea on the side cleared his throat, Link looked at his red eyes wrapped in heavy black mist, he couldn't help but feel a little numb, he didn't care about Link's strange expression, the ghost mage said: "I need to continue digging the ruins, can you take your people to organize the slaves?"

"And sure enough, it came. Link thought to himself, although the other party's language was a question sentence, but the tone did not have much doubt.

Link steadied and said, "Of course I'm willing to serve you, but I think it's better to clear this area first, one of the lone soldiers of the Santarin Society is on the way back with prisoners of war, and the tribe not far away has also pledged allegiance to the Santarin Society, and I know that there is another tribe that is ready to attack the camp." ”

Glancing at the merchant beside him, Link continued, "And the chiefs and priests of my allies have all died in battle, and their tribes need to be resettled. ”

The merchant was furious, and was about to say something, when the shadow mage made a stop gesture to stop the merchant and said, "You want me to help you unify the desert barbarians in this area, and you will be the great chief?"

"Yes, as long as I have your support, I will quickly integrate the clansmen, not only to solve the manpower of the excavation for you, but also to solve their logistical supply problems, and even provide a group of mercenaries to the Netherworld City. ”

Glancing at the merchant who wanted to say something, Link continued, "And I'm not going to join any organization other than Netherworld, I'm a mage apprentice hoping to learn about Netheril's spells. ”

Hearing Link's words, the Yin Mage was very moved, the main energy of Yin Soul City was on the Felin Demon Kui who was besieging Everisca, neither personnel nor supplies could replenish themselves, and this ruin could not be abandoned, so he could only use limited resources to operate this camp.

Although the strength is strong, the number of the Shaders in the camp is too small, and the camp can only be managed by others, if the tribes of the entire region are integrated and their big chiefs are controlled, not only can they protect the safety of the camp and guard against the possible counterattack of the Santarin Society, but also solve the supply problem of the camp, it is obviously impossible for the Santarin Society to send supplies to the fallen camp through the portal, and the integration of the tribes is imperative.

The only thing that needs to be considered is the problem of manpower, the merchant has his own candidates, but the Yin Soul vetoed it without even thinking about it, although the Yin Soul City and the Deep Water City are in an ally state due to the fact that Fei Lin Demon Aoi is in an ally state, but they can't let them plant people under their noses, this big chief should obviously be a barbarian, so that the barbarians have a greater sense of identity, the Yin Soul Mage thought about it and found that Link was indeed the most suitable candidate.

The priests and chieftains of several other tribes are strong, and the tribe under command is also quite powerful, which brings a threat to the thin Yin Soul people, and Link's strength Yin Soul Mage can see it at a glance, and Link's tribe has just been attacked by the Santarin Society, and lacks the manpower needed to rule, so to rule the new tribe, you can only appoint new subordinates to rule. Link is still a herdsman, although he has some prestige because of his achievements, but it is also very difficult to get everyone in the tribe to agree, all of this, so that Link wants to rule the integrated tribe, obviously can only rely on the strong force of the Shadow.

What's more, Link is a very rare mage apprentice in the desert, so he will have a natural sense of identity with Netherworld City, and Nethersoul City can also use Netheril's magical knowledge to attract Link to serve him.

Having made up his mind, the shadow mage smiled and recognized the identity of the Great Chief Link, the merchant was a little frustrated, Link stepped forward to talk to the merchant for a few words, the tribe wants to develop after integration, but it needs a lot of resources, and the merchant with great powers is an important source of resources, and the merchant has also become very enthusiastic, trying to establish the influence of Waterdeep City on Link.

After a full meal in the camp, the Shadow Mage took all the warriors, freedmen and slaves to the expedition, Link was very worried about the leader of the Santarin Society who was inside the ruins, but the Shadow Mage waved his hand and signaled Link not to worry, Link didn't dare to ask more, and went out with the team.

The combat power of the high-level mage is indeed quite strong, the team first encountered the lone army of the Santarin Society, the heavenly mage of the Santarin Society abandoned his mount and fled, the middle-level priest of Bann was killed in battle, and the troops were immediately dispersed and captured. Then he raided the tribe loyal to the Santarim, the mage killed the tribal priest and chief on the spot, and led the tribe to surrender after more than half of the warriors were killed, as for the tribal chief who claimed to be going to fight the Santarim at noon, he led his troops to surrender together with the priest, Link and the merchant sent messengers to their own tribe, ordering the tribesmen to go to the camp to be reorganized, and meet the high chief Link.

Looking at the crowded camp, Link had a little headache, and when his tribesmen and the clansmen of the reinforcement tribe arrived, the total number of people in the camp would exceed two thousand, and the Yin Ghost people asked the excavation of the ruins to start as soon as possible, how to integrate the clansmen and maximize the strength of the clansmen was a problem that Link needed to consider.

Looking at the chief who led the entire tribe to surrender, Link's heart was a little gloomy, this tribe is the strongest, the number of people exceeds a quarter of the total number of people in the camp, and the high-end combat power such as priests and chiefs is not damaged, it seems that the Yin Soul people are still guarding against themselves, but this is also the way of the emperor.

After a while, the clansmen of the two tribes arrived, and then, with the support of the Shaded Ones, Link had fulfilled a long-cherished wish that all the chiefs of the region had not fulfilled for hundreds of years - to unify the six tribes of the region.

Looking at the desert barbarians around him who were looking at him with all kinds of complicated eyes, Link thought to himself, "Zaya, old priest, did you see it? I survived with my people." ”

"I'm going to make the tribe grow. Link swore in his heart.