Food shortages are only the most immediate impact. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf the situation continues to deteriorate, I am afraid that even the drinking water of the tribe will become a problem.

Alan had heard from the tribesmen that there had been an unusually dry year about 20 years ago. On that occasion, the tribes fought for scarce resources, and they occasionally joined forces, only to turn their faces around for the distribution of the looted resources.

In the war that swept through the wasteland, the Grizzly Bear tribe lost more than half of its warriors, and a third of its total population. This is a relatively good ending, and many tribes, along with their nouns, have completely disappeared into the chaos.

To this day, the scars left by that war on all the tribes have not healed. Once the main enemies, the Sand Fox, Clouded Leopard, and Bull tribes are still regarded as enemies by the older inhabitants of the Grizzly Bear Tribe. It's just that Alain, who was born after that and has enjoyed nearly twenty years of peace, doesn't have a full sense of everything.

And if there is another war...... No problem. The boy believed that Uncle Hollow had the ability to keep the tribe safe, and that he would lead Uncle Hollow to repel all those who dared to invade the tribe.

He walked briskly into the tribe and saw what he saw.

Hills of corn cobs are piled up in a corner of the tribe, and the tribesmen are busy threshing the sun-dried corn and collecting it in bamboo baskets. Next to the corn, there are two smaller hills with pumpkins and potatoes.

Alain only glanced at it and estimated that the tribe only needed to hunt a small amount of prey, plus this food, and it would be enough to survive the winter.

"Where did all this come from?" He patted a clansman who was busy handling the grain and asked aloud.

"It's been sent by a well-wisher." The dark-skinned middle-aged woman raised her head and grinned at the young man, "That kind man is talking to the patriarch in the house, you go and meet him quickly!" ”

Well-wishers? What kind of well-wishers can send charcoal in the snow at such a time? Alain's first thought was the silver-haired woman, and perhaps with her abilities, it wasn't too difficult to do that. He made up his mind in his heart that he wanted to thank her properly and then ...... Try to convince Uncle Hollow to accept her request.

After all, he could feel the relationship between the two. It is not the love between men and women, but the friendship between comrades-in-arms who have lived and died together. He walked to the patriarch's dwelling and pushed the door open.

Instead of the imaginary silver-haired woman, you were greeted by a tall Saatchi man. He sat across from the patriarch, his black hair braided in a slender braid, and a small amount of white oil paint on his face—the usual attire of a Saatchi emissary.

Hearing the door open, both turned their heads to look. Alain nodded to Uncle Hollo, saluted the messenger again, and then walked into the room, closed the door, and sat down on the side of the room.

"Alright, let's move on." The messenger spoke again, "I hope you'll think about it, Holo. The glory and future of all Saatchi is at stake. ”

"That's just false promises." Huo Luo's expression was serious and unmoved, "All he needs is your combat power, and he only sees you as pawns to die." You can't get what you want. ”

"That's why we need your help, Holo—or rather, Larrum!" The messenger raised his voice, "It's a trap, but it's also an opportunity!" I believe that with your ability, you can definitely lead the Thatchians to take everything we want! ”

"I know you've been staying here in disheart because of the disaster that took the lives of your parents twenty-three years ago." The messenger stood up and looked at Holo condescendingly, "But have you ever thought about how you can prevent this disaster from happening again?" This year the situation is even worse than then, if we don't fight and live, we can only kill and die! You may be able to protect the Grizzly Clan, but how many more Clans will disappear after this year!? He gasped and flattened his voice slightly, "You can't be so selfish, Larum. ”

"You're looking too highly of me, Kronte." Holo still sat still, just shaking his head, "Anyone has a limit to what they can do, and so do I. I can't get the Thatchi out of the quagmire, and I don't think that a single invasion can solve everything. ”

The standing man opened his mouth, as if considering what to say. Alain roughly understood, and he stood up, walked over and patted Kronte on the back.

"So, who brought the grain, Kronte?" The boy asked.

The man turned his head and looked at him condescendingly, and the boy looked back without timidity. After a few moments, the man grinned, raised his huge palm, and struck the boy's right fist.

"He's a good boy!" Kronte laughed, "Your son, Larum?" ”

The seated man nodded.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you." The envoy sat down again, "It's the Violet Empire that sent this food, and that's why I'm here. The Empire needs to use the power of our Saatchi to wage a war, and the reward given to us is half of the land we occupy. ”

Violet Empire. Alain had heard Uncle Hollo, or Uncle Larum, occasionally mention the name. It was the country that occupied the Morrowind Heights on the eastern side of the wasteland, and was once part of the Oren Empire, and after the empire was divided, it claimed to inherit the royal legitimacy, so it established itself as emperor on the highlands.

It is known for producing high-quality horses, and it is said that the Church of San Leon spends a lot of money every year to buy good horses from the Violet Empire, and as a result, the Empire has always been able to maintain good relations with the Church. And the empire's famous light cavalry throughout the continent is also one of the factors that has always maintained its strength.

"Well, who is the target of the war? Why? Alain continued, as he understood, that there was no way for the Empire to go to war with the Church - that would do them little good. On the other hand, attacking the Elna is not an easy task. Not to mention the complex terrain in which the other party is located, as well as all kinds of difficult abilities, the status of an ancient nation alone is enough to discredit those who launched aggression for no reason.

Krent smiled mysteriously.

"Your name is Alain, isn't it? Do you know why the wasteland is so dry this year? ”

The boy's heart pounded, but he shook his head honestly and let the messenger continue.

"The Erna people did it." "They performed an evil ritual in the forest, and it was that ritual that affected the moist air that blew in from the south, leaving the only rain here to be missing." He snorted, "I don't know what the Elna people are trying to do, but the truth is, they want our lives!" ”

"That's arbitrary, Kronte." Larum pressed the emissary on the shoulder and interrupted his speech, "I suppose you didn't see the ritual with your own eyes, did you?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you see it with your own eyes or not, you understand, Larum, do you understand!" The messenger shook off the man's arm and stood up again, "We're almost dead!" If it weren't for the Empire sending these grains, what happened twenty-three years ago would have been repeated! And you, like an old stubborn who is about to go to the ground, do not know how to be flexible! He spat hatefully, "I tell you, if the Thatchi people perish, you won't escape responsibility!" ”

Alain looked at the patriarch who had raised him, and then at the indignant messenger Kronte. He took a breath, walked between the two, and turned to look at the messenger.

"Let me do it." He said.

The messenger glared at him, not understanding for a moment what he was saying.

"Let me come." The boy repeated, "I know I can't replace Larum—my father, but I want to do my part. He said firmly, "Whether as an ordinary soldier or as the leader of a squad, I will use everything my father has given me." ”

He turned around again and looked at Larum. The man looked a little complicated, and the boy turned to him and made a firm salute to a tribal warrior.

"Let me go, father. You know, that's my wish. ”

The man's expression finally softened. He reached out and brushed the boy away from Kronte's gaze.

"Kronte, can you keep my people safe?"

The envoy nodded vigorously, "In the name of the envoy of the Snow Wolf Clan, with the Quartet Elves as proof, I will ensure that all the people of your clan are not disturbed." ”

The man stood up and put his hand on Alain's shoulder.

"In that case, I, Holo, will accompany him as an ordinary warrior of the Grizzly Bear Clan." "Let me see for myself how this war will end," he said. And, Alain, are you sure you're ready? ”

The boy looked up in some surprise and replied in a deep voice.

"Yes, father."