After trekking through the ice and snow, the leopard warrior named Phil had a blue face, and told Leon in an anxious tone the origin of his and the others.

It turned out that two days ago, the hunting party of the Lightning Tribe encountered a wandering tribe in the forest, and there were more than a hundred people on the other side, most of them were bears, and some pigs and rabbits.

Their original tribe was destroyed by goblins, and these orcs were lucky enough to escape.

But having lost their homeland, they were unable to survive the harsh winters, and had to wander the forests in search of new tribes, and were joined by some orcs in similar situations.

Due to a lack of food and warm clothing, when the hunting party led by Rose met them, more than a dozen of them had frozen to death and starved to death.

Although Rose is very sympathetic to them, the Lightning Tribe has just been rebuilt, and its own food is also greatly insufficient, where can it support these more than 100 people.

So she had to come up with some food and send ten warriors to escort the party to the Valley of Hope, where only the Hammer Tribe could afford to take in the fleeers.

After learning the ins and outs of the whole thing, Elder Munstan, who arrived later, showed compassion, and Leon shouted loudly, "Reopen the gate and let everyone in!"

"Tell me to come down, prepare hot water and food, and vacate the big tent!"

After a series of orders were issued, Leon, Elder Munstein, and others went out of the valley with the warriors to meet them.

The scene in front of him stunned everyone!

Almost all of these beasts who came to seek were not sincere and benevolent, most of them were unclothed, their scrawny bodies were filthy, and scars abounded, worse than beggars!

Many people stood barefoot on the icy snow shivering, their faces full of despair and numbness, and their mothers wept helplessly as they hugged their children who were crying from the cold.

There were also a few people who were dragged on stretchers made of wooden rattan, motionless and unknowing.

Such a tragic scene caused unspeakable anger and sorrow to rise in Leon's heart, since he came to this world, he gradually regarded himself as a member of the beast clan, and he felt empathy when he saw his fellow people encounter such a predicament!

He once thought that the situation of the Hammer Tribe was bad enough, but in fact, what was even more miserable was that the group of people in front of him was the best proof of this.

Like the Hammer Tribe, these orcs stayed in the Wuthering Forest to defend their homeland, unable to get the support of the Bimon Kingdom, and fought alone until the last moment.

Every single one of them is a hero, and they don't deserve such a result!!

"What are you still doing in a daze, don't you go and help them into the valley!"

Leon turned his head and yelled at the standing bearhammers behind him.

His voice echoed through the wind and snow in the distance, and the bears and hammers woke up from a dream and stepped forward to help.

With the help of the tribal warriors, the wandering orcs soon entered the valley camp.

There were not many stone huts left in the camp, but fortunately the tent was large enough to accommodate many people, and Elder Monstan arranged the wounded, too weak old and young in the tents, while the others were divided into the families.

The people of the Hammer tribe accepted this group of desperate compatriots with generous and warm arms.

With hot water, food, warm clothing, and the treatment of a shaman, most of the people have recovered a little bit of vitality, and at least their lives have been guaranteed.

Despite this, two people died of their injuries, and the fact that they have been able to hold on to this is a miracle in itself.

The valley camp stayed up all night, and in order to take care of and settle the people, most of the tribesmen helped to take care of them until dawn.

"How's it going?" asked Leon, rubbing his bloodshot eyes, he certainly didn't rest last night.

Elder Munstein, who looked tired, nodded, and shook his head again: "It's okay, we've done our best, it's not easy for them to survive!"

After the fact, after counting, there were a total of 127 people in this group of fleeing and wandering beasts, except for two who died of serious injuries, the rest of them could basically recover slowly through recuperation.

Most of them were adults, but there were also some children, and the elderly died on the way.

"I heard that some old people, in order not to drag everyone down, voluntarily chose to leave the team and fend for themselves in the forest!" Elder Munstan's eyes flashed with tears: "Ray, I think we should do something. ”

"That's what I thought too," Leon nodded, "I've asked the people of the Lightning Tribe to go back and tell them to help search for the other outcast orcs and send them all to our camp." ”

Ten warriors of the Lightning Tribe stayed in the camp for the night and returned at dawn, and now their new tribe still did not have enough reserves for the winter.

In addition to this request, Leon also said that no matter what difficulties they encounter, they can always come to them for help.

"The valley is big enough, as long as enough houses are built, it is not a problem to accommodate another thousand people, only food is a problem, I am going to go to Blackstone Town again, and I can buy as many things as I can!"

In the winter slack season, all the warriors in the clan can be used for construction, not to mention that there are nearly a hundred hard-working green-skinned goblins to drive, and building more houses is not a problem.

Food is a problem, but Leon had figured it out last night, and since Akram boasted of being very good at camouflage, it was time to put it to the test.

Due to the delay of this unexpected event, Leon was not able to leave for the kingdom of Beamon immediately.

He, along with a dozen tribal warriors such as Akran and Rock Hammer, took twenty gray camels to Blackstone Town while the wind and snow stopped.

The trip went quite smoothly, and due to the onset of winter, there were many fewer mercenary adventurers in Blackstone Town, and some of them were all huddled in warm and lively bars to drink and gamble to pass the time.

According to the plan he wanted in advance, Leon asked Rock Hammer and the others to leave most of the gray camels in the woods on the outskirts of the town first, and then he and Akram went to Blackstone Town to purchase a batch of cloaks and other items commonly used by mercenary adventurers.

After buying them, the two returned to the woods and distributed the cloaks to Rock Hammer, and with the cover of these cloaks, Rock Hammer and the others could ride into the town in a big way on sand camels.

Leon finally got a glimpse of Aklan's camouflage skills, and after a makeover and a small phantom spell, the young and handsome blonde mage was transformed into a middle-aged, dark-haired mage with a vicissitudes of life.

If it weren't for the fact that his camouflage technique could only act on himself, he would have been able to use a cloak at all, and he would have been able to disguise Rock Hammer and others as barbarians without being noticed.

Properly disguised, the group led the caravan back into Blackstone at dusk and checked into a local hotel.

This may increase the risk of exposure to Rock Hammer and the others, but it will allow the Bear Hammer to familiarize themselves with the living conditions of the Terrans, and it will be safer to make a detour to the Kingdom of Beamon.

In fact, in the small town of Blackstone, where caravans frequented, they did not arouse any suspicion, and the hotel guys who got the tips didn't care what kind of guests were staying in, as long as they didn't make trouble inside.

Early the next morning, Leon and Akram split up and started a big purchase, Leon took a few soldiers and a dozen sand camels, and almost emptied the grain store warehouse that had been traded several times, whether it was oats, rye, or gray wheat, and brought flour.

For this, he paid an extra third of the price.

But Leon didn't care at all, money was used in the Whistling Forest, and food was the most tangible hard currency.

On the other hand, Akram and Rock Hammer looted the town's weapons shop, clothing store, and grocery store, and spilled a large amount of money in exchange for batches of weapons, clothing to protect them from the cold, and common daily necessities.

Due to their quick cooperation and generous efforts, those shop owners who have cold business are afraid of running away from big customers, and they are all attentive and thoughtful.

Before they could attract the attention of anyone who cares, Leon and Akran quickly left Blackstone with a caravan full of camels, and soon disappeared into the woods.

After a full day of trekking through the forest, they made it back to the Valley of Hope without incident.

In this large-scale purchase, Leon bought back nearly 30,000 pounds of food, and other things such as weapons and living utensils were also enough for the new members of the clan to use regularly.

With this batch of supplies, the biggest problem is solved, even if more stray beasts join it.

On the morning of the third day, Leon and Akram set out on a journey to Tomund, the capital of the southwestern province of the Bimon Kingdom, along with three tribal warriors, including Rock Hammer.

"When you come back this time, you're free to choose your own path. ”

As he was about to walk out of the Wuthering Forest, Leon suddenly said to Akrán, "It's okay not to continue to be my follower. ”

Akram was stunned.

In the Radiant Continent, magicians are very respected, with profound knowledge, mysterious powers, and a rare number, the aura on their bodies has never faded for thousands of years.

Generally speaking, very few magicians become followers of others, but many warriors, warriors, and even knights become followers of magicians, leaving many stories and legends on the continent.

Although Akram was only a third-level magician, as a follower of Leon, he was definitely succumbing, so he didn't understand why Leon would be willing to give him back his freedom.

The power and usefulness of the magician, of course, Leon now has a deep understanding, and to be honest, he is reluctant to lose such a follower.

But Leon knew very well that it would be difficult for a person like Akram to stay in the primitive Hammer tribe for a long time, and that he would not gain true loyalty by just relying on an oath.