Compensate, compensate, hehe!!

No matter how big the blizzard is, there will be a day when the wind gradually weakens, the snowflakes no longer fall, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipate, and this terrible snowstorm is declared to be over, it is already several days later.

There are no hills and ravines in the tundra, and there is a white expanse as far as the eye can see, and even under the thickest snow, some large trees dozens of feet high have been buried in half. Even the ice wall where they were staying had to continue to be heightened and strengthened because of the thicker and thicker snow, and it was already taller than the two orcs at this time.

I have to rush back to the blue wolf tribe settlement, and after coming out for so many days, Celine and the people are afraid that they can't worry. But the Baroque could ride Lac on the soft snow, while the orcs of the Mid-Mountain tribes could not walk an inch, and if they accidentally fell under the bottomless snowdrift, they would be suffocated or crushed to death.

Everyone was worried, but Baroque was still relaxed, and after using the power of shamanic communication to communicate with Soto's mount, Giant Eye, several brown wolves left in the snow. Baroque then took the axe and machete out of the storage ring and told the new people to tear down the hut and chop the thick wood into wide, thin planks as he commanded.

The wide planks were tied with ropes and soon made into many rudimentary sleds, and at this time, Giant Eye of the Brown Wolf returned with a pack of hundreds of ordinary wild wolves. These are the same animals that Baroque asked Giant Eye to summon.

No matter how different the breed is, as long as it belongs to the genus of wolves, they all have a natural close connection with orcs. The wolf king of this group of wild wolves can feel the different breath of Baroque and show a very obedient attitude, and Baroque also reassures them and communicates with the wolf king. An agreement was soon reached.

The snow covered everything, making it extremely difficult for the wolves to find food, and Baroque needed their help to pull the sled, and then he would give the wolves food and take what they needed.

Once again, the new people witnessed the wisdom and wonder of the Baroque shamans. He was able to run with the orcs on the snow and ice without fear of getting stuck in the snow by tying them together with some ordinary wide and thin planks and putting the ropes around the wolf. Is this the difference between a wise shaman and an ordinary orc?

All the new people are more hopeful and confident about their future............ Follow the Baroque Shaman and everything is getting better and better!

Dozens of dogs (wolves) pulled sleds and rushed to the wolf tribe settlement with the orcs of the Banshan tribe. The ruts left behind quickly faded away, and even though the weather was still bitterly cold, the feeling of speeding still made some of the little orcs cheer and excited.

Let Barrotan lead the way, and Baroque went to the huge saltwater lake on purpose, and sure enough. In the freezing cold weather, the salt water here eventually forms a thick layer of ice. There was no snow on it, like a black-blue mirror with no end in sight. Not far west of the small mountain where the blue wolf tribe lived, there was also a lake, but it was a freshwater lake, only a mile in circumference, and it could not be compared with the big lake in front of him. The alternation of freshwater and saltwater lakes in the northern tundra is also a peculiar phenomenon. But it's not surprising to think of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the motherland of the planet, where there are also both freshwater and saltwater lakes.

Baroque found many lakes on the northern tundra. And whether it is a freshwater lake or a saltwater lake, it is very rich in fish. He used to make harpoons out of twigs on the shore of that freshwater lake, and tied several big fat fish to barbecue and eat, and they tasted very good. He was puzzled...... Why did the orcs here not think of catching fish to solve the problem of famine?

Soto's words unravel the mystery, and the orc man replied as a matter of course, "Who can swim among the orcs?"

Orcs who can't swim have a natural fear of large lakes, and they only dare to fetch water from the lake to drink or boil salt. But he could only salivate at the abundant big fish in the lake. Occasionally, a few brave orcs forked a few fish by the lake, and they had to be afraid of falling into it and drowning. Because of the fusion of the two souls. Perhaps Baroque is the only orc in the northern tundra who can swim.

Riding Lark on a large frozen lake, he soon went deeper than a mile. When I went down and chiseled open the ice with an iron spear, I found that the ice was a foot thick, and the edge of the lake was probably even thicker, and running on it would not be dangerous to crush the ice. That's good, there's an abundant food source!

Baroque had three storage rings, and although he had stored a large amount of food in them, after the nearly four hundred orcs of the Mid-Mountain tribe joined, the food that would have been enough to eat for several years was insufficient.

Listening to Aunt Kama, this blizzard is a rare catastrophe even in the tundra, and even a medium tribe of hundreds of people like the Banshan tribe almost suffered heavy casualties, and those smaller orc tribes can imagine how miserable they will be, and it is not surprising that some small tribes are all killed in the ice and snow. When they returned to the settlement, Baroque would have to scatter their people to find the survivors and bring them back to the tribe. At that time, the population was going to continue to increase, and food became the most pressing issue.

After a few more turns, the Baroque departed. A few hours later, they finally returned to the settlement. Celine came to his side almost angrily, her face full of worry and anger. Such a violent snowfall made her hide in the cave with fear, and she almost died of fear for Baroque these days. And when this bastard guy left, he just said hello to Ziad lightly, causing the entire tribe to fidget.

"Okay, okay, I admit my mistake and make you worried, I apologize to you, dear Celine. Baroque whispered to Celine for mercy: "Hey, I just brought back a group of new people, you have to save me some face." At night...... I'll apologize to you again in the evening, okay?"

Celine always felt that there was a strong ambiguity in the Baroque words, this bastard was a wise shaman and a majestic patriarch in front of the people, but when the two were in private together, the things they did always made Celine blush.

The tribesmen had long known that the Baroque patriarch was fighting the orcs of the Banshan tribe, and although they were a little surprised to see that he actually brought them back, they were not surprised, but they were all excited. Especially those young orcs with excess energy, looking at the many female orcs, their eyes lit up, and they didn't need to be ordered by Baroque, these guys all diligently helped the new orcs prepare their accommodation one by one.

The snow around the hill was cleared by Ziad and his people, and there was no damage to the livestock pens. There are still a few vacant wooden houses in the settlement, and everyone can live in them all by squeezing a little, and when the weather is a little better, they can also build a few more wooden houses with ready-made wood.

There's no better way to welcome a new member than to eat a big meal. Watching the ignorant young orcs move large pieces of animal meat and bread out of the cave, Ziad and a few other old orcs were a little worried, the number of tribes suddenly increased several times, and the originally abundant food was insufficient, they felt that they should save from this moment on, and it was not necessary to eat and drink.

Baroque just smiled and shook his head, and gave Ziad a reassuring look, and the old orc said no more. The patriarch must have had a solution, and he never doubted the wisdom of the Baroque.

The elderly, children, and women can eat and rest in the settlement, but the young people do not have this treatment. Baroque urged them to finish their meal in a hurry, and then led them into the snowfield again with the wolf sled. ...

There was no time to waste, and they had to search the surroundings as quickly as possible for traces of other small tribes. If it is delayed for too long, perhaps some orcs who are still holding on will lose hope of life and die in the snow.

Baroque did not hesitate to feed the sled wolves so that they had enough to run on the snowy fields. He was even wondering if he would just keep this group of wild wolves, so that in winter there would always be the animal power to pull sleds, and the wild wolves would not be bothered to find food, which was a win-win situation.

Soto was very familiar with his surroundings, and knew the approximate settlements of the small tribes. Although Blizzard buried almost all traces, with the sensitive noses of the wolves, several small tribes were found. It didn't turn out too well, the face of the baroque was ugly!

Several small tribes encountered one after another were buried deep under the blizzard, and when the snow layer was turned over and the tent that had collapsed was opened, the orcs inside, regardless of men, women, and children, all huddled together, and they had frozen into ice mounds......!

The atmosphere was a little depressing, and Baroque silently led them to the station of a small tribe, where perhaps misfortune had also befallen him, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up........................

After struggling to tear through the snow, several young people roared and worked together to lift the tent underneath. "There are people alive here, and there are people alive ......!" a young orc jumped into the crowded tent full of orcs, and with a sad face, he turned over several stiff orc corpses on it, and suddenly found that there were orcs below with blank eyes, but they could still turn, and suddenly shouted in surprise.

At last they saw the living people, so the people were excited, and they lifted the tent with all their hands, and took out the living orcs and wrapped them tightly in animal skin blankets. Immediately, some people began to make fires and boil water, and every orc rescued by the Baroque would give them a hug, warm their stiff bodies with the power of a shaman, and comfort them in a soft voice: "Okay, everything is over, it's all over......." Only then did the rescued orcs react, their mouths wide open, and they made a hoarse ah-ah-huff sound, but not a single tear could come out. ........................

"Baroque Patriarch, this is the last tribe. "It's been a few days later, Soto and they have searched the tundra for hundreds of miles, and all the tribes that can be found have been found, and they have suffered heavy casualties, and they have only rescued less than a hundred orcs in the end. Although most of the orcs who were able to survive in the end were young and strong, at least hundreds of orcs were completely buried in the violent snowstorm.

Far away, nothing could be done, and the sky, which had just been clear for a few days, was overcast again, as if another heavy snow was brewing, and Baroque had to take them back. ............ A few days after they were gone, another group of dozens of wolf-mounted orcs came to search the land. This group of fierce and ferocious orcs was full of spur and blood, and their weapons were all metal heavy swords or maces. They found that the small tribe had already been preemptively visited, and under the leadership of the leader orc, they followed the trail!