Just because Baroque spared old Cansu once didn't mean he would let his guard down on him. This old thing has long since worn out the last bit of orc blood and essence by virtue of his status as a veterinarian, and has degenerated like a human. Once this kind of person suffers a loss, he will inevitably think of doubling his revenge and coming back.

The Baroque did deliberately spawn the conspiracy of the old Kansu, so that he would go to the situation of rebellion and separation, and then he could take over the Banshan tribe and other scattered small tribes, so as to strengthen his own strength as soon as possible. Although I don't know what old Kansu will do, I am not too worried. After all, although his tribe has few people at the moment, the strength it has can definitely dominate the tundra within a radius of thousands of miles.

Every day, several clansmen rode wolves around the mid-mountain tribes to watch, and Baroque thought that if old Kansu wanted to play a conspiracy, he would inevitably ask for help from the powerful tribes outside. He didn't rely on his own strength, but just because he knew a little veterinary medical skills, he was able to sit firmly in the position of the patriarch of the Banshan tribe for many years, if there was no strength to support him, the Baroque would not believe it! You must know that in any respect, the senior old Aunt Kama is absolutely qualified to rule the Banshan tribe, even if she is a female orc.

The elder Ziad told Baroque that the forage for feeding cattle and sheep was somewhat insufficient, and it was difficult to hold on until the beginning of spring next year. He was going to take some grain and salt and go around the small tribes around to see if he could exchange some forage. Baroque agreed, but sent a ten-man squad of warriors to protect them. Although he knew that the reputation of shamanic sacrifice had vaguely spread, he was still worried that the orcs of those small tribes would be red-eyed when they saw the food and salt and would do stupid things. It doesn't matter if you lose something, but anyone in the Blue Wolf Tribe is hurt. That's what the Baroque can't tolerate, so it's better to be on the safe side!

The fine weather finally passed, and the sky began to be overcast, with almost gray-black clouds piling up overhead, and a biting cold wind howling. Even if their settlement is on the leeward side of a hill. Several animal skin tents were still blown through by the strong wind, and at this time the tribesmen admired the foresight of the Baroque patriarch.

When the weather was nice, the Baroque had the people cut down a large number of trees, and in addition to storing them for firewood, the thick trunks were either used to erect fences or buried in rows of deep pits dug side by side. Build a rough but sturdy house. Even the cattle and sheep pens have some low shacks. All the tribesmen went into the rough wooden houses and pasted the cracks in the trunks of the trees that leaked with mud, and the cold wind was kept out. A pile of firewood was lit in the house, and the clansmen were huddled together, steaming hot, and they couldn't feel the cold at all!

Baroque looked at the sky overpowered by black clouds. Frowning, a little worried. In the past few days, I have gone out to trade with those small tribes, and I have exchanged a large amount of forage for cattle and sheep, which is actually enough to support the next year. However, it was the first time that these old orcs had so many livestock, which was the property of the blue wolf tribe, and they cared for these animals like their own children, for fear that there would be a shortage of forage, so they went out early this morning. Prepare to bring back some forage at the end in case you need it.

It was about to snow, and Baroque had a hunch that the snow was going to be small. Houses and livestock shelters have been reinforced. The tribe is ready for snow disasters, but why haven't they come back?

Baroque looked out over the hill and did not see the return of his people, but saw an orc running on a wolf. It's Soto, what did he come to do?

After Soto returned to the Banshan tribe with his people, there was no conflict with the old Kansu. It's like nothing happened. Old Cansu never bothered Soto except to gather his henchmen. Not to mention asking him to discuss the affairs of the clan. But there are some things that can't be hidden, and the clansmen who followed Soto to the Blue Wolf Tribe definitely can't help but keep them secret. The Mid-Mountain tribe was secretly spreading a shocking news very quickly...... The young and handsome Baroque patriarch was a shamanic priest...

Naturally, some people will question it, but as long as you see Frly walking around the Mid-Levels settlement and working happily with her people, it seems that she has never been sick. There is also the energetic old Aunt Kama, who has been crippled and nested in the tent for a long time, and can walk around the tribe just because she went to the blue wolf tribe once, and all doubts naturally dissipated without a trace.

Old Kansu finally learned the news, and his face never changed for the better. He knew that his position had been completely shaken, and if the Baroque was only powerful, then although he was afraid, he was not unable to deal with it. But if Baroque was really a shaman, then everything was different. The Hatchaga Patriarch of the Severed Head Tribe may attack the Blue Wolf Tribe because he covets twelve wolf cavalry. But if he knew the identity of the baroque shaman, then he would not dare to have such thoughts when he was killed, otherwise he would anger the [Shaman Presbyterian Church] and even lose his life!

It wasn't that the elder Kansu didn't want to make a fuss about the identity of the Baroque, but he didn't have the courage to provoke other shamans to question the Baroque. They were all orcs, and he knew too well the relationship between shamanic sacrifices............ Even if one or two shamans are enemies of life and death, they will only challenge them openly, and will never play tricks. Even in the face of foreign enemies such as humans, they can become comrades-in-arms who trust life and death.

He finally gave up, and it seemed that he could not prevent the Banshan tribe from falling into the hands of the Baroque. Old Kansu was very afraid, although he was old, he was very afraid of death. There are two ways to go in front of you, the first is naturally to bow down to the Baroque and curry favor with the current affairs, take the initiative to hand over the rights, and let the Banshan tribe integrate into the blue wolf tribe. The second is to leave on his own initiative, and leave this place with a large number of food and livestock of the Banshan tribe and his henchmen while he still holds the power. It is better to take refuge with the severed tribe or to find another settlement on your own than to remain under the Baroque and suffer humiliation.

After thinking about it for a long time, old Kansu made his choice. I was really afraid of the Baroque and didn't want to bow to him at all, so I had to go!

Baroque made a small mistake at this time that could not be considered a mistake. He sent people to monitor the Banshan tribe on the periphery, in case Kansu went to contact other beast forces, so that he could know in advance and respond. But when he found that the weather had changed drastically and a snowstorm was coming, he thought that it was impossible for Lao Kansu to go out in this weather, so he withdrew his people. As everyone knows, the Baroque is not as good as the old Kansu who has lived here all his life.

This impending blizzard will indeed be very large, but the old orcs living in the tundra know that before the blizzard completely falls, don't look gloomy, at least there are still a few days before it falls. In the past few days, the elder Kansu left Soto and Hubertus, secretly gathered his henchmen, gathered food and supplies, drove all the livestock to the depression on the side of the mountain, and then declared that it was to prepare for a snowstorm.

As the patriarch of the Banshan tribe, Kansu occupied the best sheltered depression on the side of the Banshan, and more than half of the thousands of livestock of the clan were driven here by him. In previous years, when preparing for a snow disaster, livestock were also driven here to take refuge, so the people did not suspect it.

The next day, Soto saw that a snowstorm was approaching, and suddenly thought that the blue wolf tribe had just arrived in the tundra, and he didn't know much about the climate here, and if he couldn't take precautions, it would be a big trouble. He hurriedly talked to his wife Fry, and rode to the blue wolf tribe on the giant wolf eye, ready to remind Baroque.

Old Kansu pretended to visit Aunt Kama with herbs and boiled mutton, and although Aunt Kama had always hated the old fellow, the other party came with good intentions, and would not drive him out, and reluctantly received him. Hubertus was spoiled by the fragrant mutton, and he tore and devoured it, and although Aunt Kama's leg was re-brafted by the Baroque, it wouldn't be so fast after all, and the bones still didn't dare to use too much force. Old Kansu enthusiastically helped Aunt Kama apply the herbs she had prepared, saying that it was good for bone healing. Kama let him put it on, and then she felt groggy and fell asleep on the hide. And her son, Hubertus, had already fallen asleep with a leg of mutton...

The ruse succeeded, and the three trickiest guys, Soto, Kama, and Hubertus, either left or were stunned. The rest of the people didn't dare to stop Old Kansu at all, and he wouldn't be afraid.

Gathering more than half of the tribesmen who were loyal to him, taking away all the metal weapons, driving almost all the livestock, cattle and sheep, and carrying most of the supplies in the middle of the mountain, Old Kansu abandoned the rest of the tribe in the middle of the night. Such a big movement would naturally alarm the others, but when the men rushed out of the tent in a panic and tried to stop them, no one came to lead them, and Soto left, and they went to look for Aunt Kama and Hubertus, only to find their mother and son lying unconscious in the tent.

If Kansu had taken away all the livestock and supplies, the rest of the clan would not have survived this cold winter. In the face of survival, they had to fight desperately, and dozens of strong orcs with wooden sticks were ready to stop. However, all the swords, spears, maces, axes, and other metal weapons were in the possession of Kansu's men, and Kansu had many more warriors than the other side, and the battle between their people quickly came to fruition.

Kansu's men killed more than a dozen orcs, as if they weren't their kind. The old and weak orcs around him were frightened, and they all cried, but no one dared to move forward anymore. Just watching the tribe's property be taken away by Kansu and his henchmen and disappear into the night!

Two hundred miles out of the chosen direction, there was a hill, one of which was very narrow, as long as you walked over, and then pushed down the stones on the hills and hills on both sides to block it, and the people behind could not catch up even if they wanted to. Kansu had already figured out his way, and with the blizzard still taking at least three days to fall, he had time to leave. (To be continued)