Baroque suddenly thought of a question, such a big snowstorm does not know how the Banshan tribes will resist? Although they are native-born, as long as he thinks of the simple and dilapidated tents in the settlement of the Banshan tribes, he has a very bad premonition.

If it were outsiders, the Baroque would not bother to care whether they lived or died. But those orcs are the ones he is going to fuse and absorb into his blue wolf tribe, if he suffers too much loss, the death of any orc will make him feel distressed.

The blizzard didn't seem to have the slightest intention of stopping, and the thought of it made Baroque sit still. There was no disturbance to the people who were gathering in the largest wooden house to learn the lingua franca of the continent with Celine and Susan. Baroque simply called Barotan and Zainzu, explained a few words to Ziad, and then each mounted the giant wolf mount and rushed into the blizzard.

The blizzard may seem like a disaster to others, but to the Frost Wolf, it's a natural fit for him. The howling wind mixed with the blizzard is like the most beautiful notes. From the moment the blizzard fell, Lark had not entered the cabin, and had been laughing and screaming in the snow, and the violent blizzard had not been in the slightest danger to him. The feeling of joy, in addition to the fact that the soul has returned to the body, is the liking for the blizzard environment.

The Baroque had to go to the settlements of the Banshan tribes, and in this extremely bad weather, only the Barrotans, who had beast armor, could follow him out.

The snow in the field was no longer up to his chest, and he had no intention of stopping, Baroque was secretly frightened, this kind of heavy snow was unheard of for him, and he had seen the harshness of the northern tundra environment for the first time!

Rak the Frost Wolf is a spirit in the snow, and his thick pads of wolf claws can easily run on soft snow. The wolves of Barrotan and Zainzu may not be as easy as Rak, but they will not get stuck in the snow. Three orcs. Three giant wolves headed towards the mid-mountain tribe.

It was difficult to discern the direction in the wind and snow, but fortunately, the brown wolf was very familiar with the surrounding environment, so he did not get lost, and they finally arrived at the mid-mountain tribal settlement after a few hours.

There is no trace of a tent on the slope of the mid-mountain. There was white snow everywhere in sight, and even the patriarch's wooden house had disappeared. Baroque's heart is sinking...... Could it be that the orcs in the middle of the mountain were buried in the snow?

Suddenly, there were intermittent cries in the distance, barely audible in the howling wind. Baroque was overjoyed, and hurriedly rode Lac to the top of the slope. I happened to see a few old orcs come out of the wooden house buried by the heavy snow, push a few orc children and women who were still outside the house into the wooden house, and then stumble into the snow. Behind him was the sad cries of the orcs.

The old orcs were looking for death, but at that moment their actions made Baroque feel how right he had made the decision to come here. He jumped off Lack's back, shaped like the wind, and in a few ups and downs came to the almost frozen old orcs and supported them. An invisible force rose up from his body to block the freezing ice and snow. Barotan and Zainzu also came to help and revived a few old orcs. It's a pity that there are more than a dozen orcs in front of them who have long been frozen into ice mounds, and there is nothing they can do!

Soto's excited roar was also heard at this time, and when he saw the Baroque, it was as if he had a backbone, and his confidence returned again.

Baroque scolded with a gloomy face: "Soto, you idiot, are you just watching your people freeze to death and are indifferent?

Poor Soto was scolded by the Baroque, but he laughed with joy on his face: "Baroque shaman." I'm a fool, I admit it, I don't have the power to lead my people, lead us. Everything is at your disposal in the mid-mountain tribe&!"...

"What about Kansu, is he dead?" Baroque didn't see old Kansu, and couldn't help but curse angrily...... He was really angry, and the more than a dozen old orcs who froze to death outside made him feel distressed.

"Damn Kansu, he took all the livestock with his clan and the people who were loyal to him, and ran away a few days ago. Soto's face was full of tears. Because most of the more than a dozen clansmen killed by Soto were his subordinates. He is his dearest brother.

Baroque was stunned and realized as if something was going on here. But it's too late to say that. It's all about finding a way to withstand the wind and snow.

Looking at the surrounding terrain, Baroque instructed Barotan and Zainzu. The two beast armored warriors urged the power of the fire lizard phantom beast, and along the patriarch's wooden house, the blazing heat quickly melted away a circle of snow, not only quickly forming an ice wall, but also completely freezing the wooden house.

Breaking snow walls and building ice houses, Baroque commanded all the able-bodied orcs in the middle of the mountain to keep busy, and soon built enough shelter for all the orcs next to the wooden house.

Without the slightest sting, he took out a large number of felt blankets and animal skin robes from the storage rings and distributed them to the orcs who were shivering from the cold. Soto brought in the firewood in the distance with Barrotan and Zainzu and lit a bonfire to keep warm. In this kind of cold weather that easily scrapes people away and freezes to death, only beast warriors can go out and walk.

A large cauldron was put on the shelf, and large pieces of beast meat were boiled, and the orcs of the Banshan tribe showed expectant expressions one by one. Looking at the Baroque is like looking at a savior - maybe Baroque is really their savior!

After settling down temporarily, Baroque breathed a sigh of relief and asked Soto suspiciously, "What about Aunt Cama and Hubertus?" He was a little worried, if the damned old Kansu killed them while he was leaving, Baroque would definitely be distressed, and he would definitely find those guys to take revenge.

Soto replied, "Kansu poisoned Aunt Kama and Hubertus as he fled, and although it did not kill them, it made them weak and weak, and they still cannot stand up. With the shelter of the igloo, even if the tribesmen were not in the cabin, they would not freeze, and the crowded tribesmen came out one after another, and it was then that Soto led Baroque into the cabin. Hubertus and Aunt Kama lay on a blanket of animal skins, and even when they saw Baroque approaching, they were too weak to get up, and even struggled to speak.

Baroque waved his hand, signaling that Aunt Kama, who wanted to get up and salute, did not have to get up. He asked a few questions, stroked Hubertus's head, and probed with the witch doctor's secret technique. It was found that they had just been poisoned by an ordinary herbal medicine, and although they had been unable to stand up because of the amount of pillage, they were not worried about their lives.

Using the witch doctor's secret technique to remove the bad state of the drug, the mother and son were able to straighten up immediately, and it was only then that Baroque learned from them what was happening in the Banshan tribe.

Old Cansu actually fled, which made Baroque cry and laugh, and it seemed that he was really scared of the old thing. But fortunately, not only did he run away on his own, but he also took away those orcs with evil intentions who would definitely be a disadvantage, saving himself a lot of effort to eliminate them.

"What are you going to do?" Baroque asked, at this time, the only people in power in the Mid-Mountain tribe were Soto and Hubertus, mother and son. "If you need help, I can give you food as much as I can, and I will always help you get through this winter. ”

Soto and Kama glanced at each other, although they had never discussed, but they almost unanimously prostrated at the feet of the Baroque: "Baroque shaman, the Banshan tribe sincerely begs you to take us in, let us be your people, let us be a member of the blue wolf tribe." We obey your orders, fight for you, protect you, and we are willing to give everything for you. ”...

Baroque told himself with satisfaction, but he still groaned a little 'fake', and pretended to be embarrassed and said: "My blue wolf tribe is only a small tribe, but the mid-mountain tribe is a large tribe of hundreds of people, I am afraid that I cannot deprive your tribe of the right to exist." You still accept my assistance, and you will lead the Banshan tribe!"

"Baroque shaman, we've thought about it. Soto couldn't speak, and Aunt Kama was well-informed after all, so she shook her head and said bitterly: "If a tribe doesn't have a patriarch who can support everything, sooner or later it will decline and disappear, either at the hands of human invaders, or in a cruel environment. We are only warriors, and we may be able to fight the enemy bravely, but we are not capable of leading a tribe. Although old Kansu is selfish, greedy, and has a bad personality, he can at least lead the mid-mountain tribe to survive on the tundra, and we don't think we have this ability, so we will follow his orders. As you can see, there is nothing we can do in the face of this blizzard but to let the old man go into the blizzard and die, leaving the empty space of the wooden house for the children. But just half an hour after you arrived, you found a way to protect us from the wind and snow. Even the orcs who have survived for generations in the tundra never thought of building a snow wall igloo to protect against the wind and snow, and this is the difference between a leader and a so-called orc warrior. You are a natural leader, and even if you are not a shaman, your wisdom will make the orcs of the Mid-Mountain tribe willing to be led by you. ”

At some point, the orcs of the Mid-Mountain tribe stood outside the hut, waiting for Baroque to make a decision with anxious expressions. A few old orcs who had just been rescued by Baroque walked into the wooden house, knelt at Baroque's feet, and cried and pleaded: "Venerable shaman, messenger of the spirit of the ancestors, please accept us, even if you don't need us old fellows, you can take away the children and women of your clan and let them live............

Enough, Baroque felt that if he pretended to be reserved any longer, he would blush with shame. He picked up the old orc, looked at the expectant faces with gentle eyes, and was silent for a while before he smiled: "Welcome to the Blue Wolf Tribe, my future brothers and sisters ......!"

And there was no one happier than Barotan and Zainzu―――――― many of the orcs of these mid-mountain tribes were children and women, and the blue wolf tribe was simply a group of singles, who had not come into contact with female orcs for too long...... There is no need to explain what they are happy for!