Seeing that the countdown to March has begun, and just as April is about to begin, the black barbarians who have been ravaged by a winter in the Salmei Mountains have finally recovered their breath. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's also interesting to say that snow is rare in the southern winter, and the temperature is only a few degrees, sometimes dropping below freezing, but definitely not too low. And in the north, it's minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius at every turn, and the whole world is covered in snow. The animals in the two environments, which are so far apart, need to hibernate all the same. If you take the animals in the cold and snow in the north to the south, the winter in the south will be like summer for them.

The temperature in the Salme Mountains has only risen to about fifteen degrees, and the hibernating animals have finally come out of their burrows, their burrows. After a whole winter, the thick fat is also converted into nutrients necessary for life maintenance in hibernation, and it is consumed. All the animals look skinny and bone-covered, except for the bones and skin, and it is difficult to find some meat. It's such an emaciated and deformed animal that saved the black barbarians.

I couldn't find anything to eat all winter, and I had to endure cold and starve every day. The sturdy and strong blackbarians can still hold on, and those who are younger and older often fall victim to winter. The war that broke out last year and the ensuing hunting and killing made the barbarians have no time or ability to reserve resources for the winter. Nearly three-thirds of the black barbarians died of starvation, as well as cold.

Fortunately, now that spring has begun, the temperature has risen, and the prey has reappeared.

Unlike the jubilant people, Afro didn't have a happy smile on her face. She, the holy woman, did not starve this winter, except for the cold. Hei Man also knew very well that while the Holy Maiden was alive, they still had a way out, at least if necessary, they could agree to all of Wren's requests and get his protection. Once the saint died, the path would be cut off, and they would have no other way to go but to go deeper into the mountains to escape the Desi.

So this winter, Aphro is doing pretty well.

But now, she's starting to worry.

Winter has indeed passed, and everything has recovered, which has also brought respite to the black man. But at the same time, it also gave those Desi people outside the mountain who had to choose to temporarily stop all actions because of winter, and got the opportunity to enter the dense forest of Mount Kinabalu again. It is conceivable that in the following period, the cessation of slave hunting will begin on an unprecedented scale.

The price of black barbarian slaves in the outside world has been speculated to the sky, and all slave merchants will hope to take advantage of the high enough price now to make a profit. Harvey is coming, slave traders from other provinces are also coming, and at the same time, they have to face the suppression and hunting from Wren, and the situation of the black barbarians is very unoptimistic.

"Holy Maiden, look at my grandmother, what's wrong?!", two young men carried an old man on a simple stretcher made of twigs and vines. This old man looked wrinkled with goosebumps, and he looked like he was about sixty or seventy years old. Her eyes were closed, her face was yellow, and there was a faint green glow. His lips were purple, there were a few dark spots on the center of his eyebrows, he was weak, he was moaning that he couldn't live, and he was humming and chirping in great pain.

The surrounding clansmen all gathered around, and this old man's ability to withstand the cold of the whole winter showed that her physique was not bad. And the symptoms she showed at this time also made these uneducated black barbarians a little worried.

In a relatively primitive society, people, it should be said that all living beings, are most afraid of infectious diseases. Without systematic rules and regulations to prevent the spread of infectious diseases, once an infectious disease breaks out, the scope of the spread is wide, the speed of transmission, and the number of deaths are huge enough to terrify any intelligent creature.

Before Aphro could speak, a witch priest with dozens of bird feathers stuck in his head walked over. His face was covered with tattoos, which made him look a little frightened, and he crouched next to the stretcher, reached out and touched the old man's chest, then broke the old man's mouth and inserted his finger in.

The black man, or the people of the whole world, do not have a thorough understanding of fever. The accumulated experience in life makes up for this piece very well, and they have mastered a lot of "local methods" through the accumulation of experience, and use their own limb endings to feel the temperature of the human body, which is one of the most common and effective detection methods.

The fingers were deeply inserted into the upper part of the old man's throat, and the old man, who was tormented by the pain, retched twice, and his tongue subconsciously wrapped in the foreign body. The witch priest's face was slightly strange, and his fingers could clearly feel that the temperature of the old man's throat was much higher than he knew. He pulled his fingers back and wiped them on his hakama, "She's cursed by the undead and sent her outside of her place of residence." ”

Many infectious diseases, as well as diseases whose pathogenesis are not yet understood, are considered curses. In particular, infectious diseases, many people, including the Desi, believe that infectious diseases are a curse from the undead. They can't defeat what they can't see or touch, and they are afraid of the power of infectious diseases, so once they have a fever, it often means that they are abandoned by the entire group.

The faces of the two young men who carried the old man became much more ugly, and they finally carried out the witch sacrifice. In the primeval forest, fever means death and abandonment, which is the law of survival in their bones, and it is a custom that cannot be shaken.

When the two young men left, watching their backs disappear into the dense forest, the witch priest said, "In the near future, don't let the people of their tribe in, so that the curse does not spread." ”

Avlo was a little worried, "Is it an infectious disease?"

The witch priest shook his head slightly, his face was very serious, "I can't be sure yet, I won't know until she's dead." If there is no second case of a similar situation, it is not a contagious disease. ”

"What happens if it's confirmed to be a contagious disease?", Aphro knew it, but she didn't want to give up.

The witch priest grinned and showed his white teeth, "Then set fire to purify them, this is the only way to prevent the occurrence of infectious diseases." ”

Aphro knew it was the best thing to do, but she was still sad for the sake of her people.

"Maybe we should ask the desi out there for help. ”

The Great Witch Priest, who was standing motionless on Aphro's left, opened his eyes, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and almost all the places on his head that could be inserted were plugged into feathers. He is the only surviving high priest of the entire tribe of the barbarians, and it is said that he once communicated with the gods of the barbarians, the barbarian gods.

He glanced at Avro, "Looking for help from the Desi?", he sneered shamelessly, "Ask them for help today, and tomorrow they will bring people to rush in and slash our family." He paused and looked at the clear sky, "First imprison their tribe and guard it, no one is allowed to leave the camp for half a step, and those who violate the order will be killed directly." ”

When it comes to handling things, Aphro is obviously not so qualified, she doesn't seem to care about everything, but she actually cares about her people.

In less than two days, several more people were carried on simple stretchers into the camp. The formal attire of these people was the same as that of the old man two days ago, their faces were yellow and green, their lips were black, and there were some lumpy black spots on the center of their eyebrows.

The witch priest was a little blamed, "Didn't you say that you were not allowed to leave the camp at will, why did you come out again?", his tone was very bad, and he had no way to deal with the epidemic blackbarbarians, except to leave far away, there was no second option for them to choose. "How was that grandma two days ago?"

These people were dazed, and the witch priest's face changed suddenly, "Which tribe are you from?"

One by one, they said the names of their tribes, all from different tribes, and the faces of everyone in the camp changed instantly.

It's a curse!

Some of the people who were not calm had already raised their spears and drawn their compound bows, their eyes full of crazy killing intent. In the history known to the Black Barbarians, there have been several large-scale outbreaks of infectious diseases, that is, curses. Almost every outbreak of these epidemics turned about one-third of the black barbarians into a corpse, and the reason why the spread of the epidemic could be curbed in the past was that each tribe had its own camp, and there were at least dozens of miles between the tribes.

There are often tribes who die silently, only to be discovered by other tribes much later.

But now, almost most of the barbarian camps are so close that you can hear the shouting and singing of the people in the camp next door!

Aphro's face also changed instantly, and the Great Witch Priest stood up directly and pointed at them, "Burn them!"

On the outskirts of the Salme Mountains, two alchemists with a huge breath-filtering device, dressed in clothes sewn together from whole animal skins, recorded something in a small notebook. In front of them, there were more than a dozen highly decomposed corpses. Judging from the degree of decomposition, these corpses should have been dead for a long time, but in fact, these black barbarians did not die for more than three days.

"The silver kite should be reduced a little. One of the alchemists skillfully used a foot-long dagger to cut open the chest of the black man in front of him, and under the rotten muscles, those blackened organs were emitting a strong stench. Of course, they can't smell it.

The organs seemed to remain intact, but when the alchemist reached out and tapped it, his entire fingers sank into them, like blood clots that had just coagulated.

"The amount of black-hearted grass is also a little too much, and the speed at which these black barbarians die is too fast, which is not conducive to the spread of the plague. ”

Another alchemist took it all in his notebook very conscientiously.