In the custom of the Northern Bloodrock sub-tribe, if you accept someone else's gift, you can no longer refuse someone else's request.

Cage knows this custom well.

But I didn't watch out for my dear sister using this trick on herself.

When Alexia learned that Chris was going to follow the tribe into the northern blood rocks in order to hunt the Ice Bone Lizard in the Forest of Death, she took the opportunity of sending a small crossbow to Cage and asked Cage for the task of being a guide for Chris. In this regard, Cage could only stare at the little wolf girl viciously for a long time, and then nodded helplessly in the other party's fearless gaze.

"Wow..."

"Dear brother, I knew that you loved me the most!"

The little wolf girl cheered, jumped directly on Cage's wolf and gave him a strong hug, and then ran away with a grin.

Is the brother who loves you the most calculated...

Cage smiled wryly in the cold Alpine wind.

Chris also smiled wryly, trying hard to control the horse under his crotch.

It was frightened and jumped as the little wolf girl rode up to his side on a wolf.

"Hee-hee... Your movements are so funny..."

The little wolf girl was not embarrassed at all, but was still teasing.

After hunting snow foxes, the two of them became familiar with each other; And with the little crossbow, she has come to see this human as a friend.

Not surprisingly, she received a roll of the eye.

It's an expression that Chris has been doing a lot these days, and it's the only way to fight back.

In front of this quirky, witty little wolf girl, no one can really be angry.

The little wolf girl didn't care what he thought, and the mood of successfully getting Cage's approval was very beautiful, "Hey, Eton, you will all repay the people who helped, right?" ”

"Yes. My family will never be stingy with those who help. ”

Dogmatically replied, and Chris immediately looked at her vigilantly, "What do you want to express?" ”

With the contact in the past few days, he knew that when the little wolf girl spoke in this tone, there would definitely be a trap. But he can't even say it himself, and for some reason he likes it...

"Why are you looking like this, I didn't lie to you! Hee-hee. ”

Yes, you don't.

But you've managed to take my brooches, bracers...

Chris lamented inwardly.

The little wolf girl's trick soon revealed, "Hehe, I just want to know, as a guide to enter the Forest of Death, how do you plan to repay it?" ”

"Guide? You? ”

"Hmph, don't look down on people! I'm only seventeen years old, but I'm about to be at the top of my warriors! ”

"Your brother, does Chief Cage know?"

"He promised me! Well, also, your dagger is pretty good. Hee-hee. ”

Really...

Not long after autumn, the joy of the harvest was singing all over Eton's territory, and the northern blood rocks were already cloudy, the wind was gradually rising, and the catkins-like snowflakes were falling in sight from time to time.

The land is bitterly cold, and the snow season can last for six months each year.

This is also the reason for the general lack of food among the subhuman race.

The short period of sunshine and barren land could not produce more food, so before trading with the Eton family, half of their rations were meat.

They hunt the beasts, and the beasts hunt them.

The dead beasts can provide meat, the dead population can reduce the burden, and the rations will be enough for the rest of the people.

A rolling tent made of various animal skins is the camp of the wolf tribe.

For them, a warm house will make the warriors lose their courage, the children will lose their tenacity, and the tribe will lose its inheritance and become the ration of the beast.

Every adult werewolf has the experience of killing a fierce beast with his own hands.

Don't worry about the lack of ferocious beasts in the endless Forest of Death, because every year many subhumans come to serve as rations.

They are there to hunt the beasts, or they are hunted in reverse.

Standing in the territory of the werewolf clan, except for the rocks, gravel and snow marks, there is no greenery to be found, and it is full of desolation.

The huge col left the sky with only a small strip left, and sometimes there was a gliding trail of the Tyrant Eagle Clan, and the prey under its claws occasionally dropped a few drops of blood.

They have been passed down like this for thousands of years.

Chris saw the expressions that werewolves had long been accustomed to, and had to sigh at their tenacity.

What would happen if the Eton family went to war with these sub-humans?

Chris tried not to imagine the answer.

The human demigods are about to die, the shackles of the subhuman tribes are about to be lifted, and no one knows what the future holds.

Chris only knew that the family territory that had been traded with the subhuman tribe for hundreds of years was already familiar to the subhuman tribe.

For example, Cage, the leader of the werewolf clan.

He's always acted as a bridge to trade, and he knows the smell of every inch of dirt in the Eaton family's territory.

"Chris, we'll be lighting a bonfire in the evening and welcoming you with a delicious roast lamb. But now that many tribal leaders are still waiting for me, Alexia will arrange your afternoon. The leader of the wolf clan who had returned with the trade had a lot of things to do, and with these words, he rode away on the wolf.

He was a qualified chief, and like Kafka, he was always busy.

Alexia, the wolf maiden warmly led him into Cage's house, a large tent and several small tents, plus an open space. A few children ran over with a cheer and hugged the girl's legs, and a few who were a little older also put down what they were doing and greeted them with a smile.

They are all Cage's children.

The eldest was not at home, he was already an adult and guarded the western side of the northern blood rock and the desert, and the youngest was only two years old, with a snotty face and a small body wrapped in tattered clothes.

Any tribe of the subhuman race will try to have children.

In order to ensure that after the selection of the heavens and the fierce beasts, the inheritance of the bloodline can still be continued.

For example, the mother of the little wolf girl gave birth to eight children in her lifetime, and only four are still alive.

That's why Cage dotes on her.

Cage has six children, all of whom are alive and healthy, thanks to the deal with the Eaton family.

The steady flow of food has reduced the number of bones that starve to death in winter.

Alexia picked up the youngest one, giggling, not minding the little one snot all over his fur clothes.

"Auntie, gifts!"

The other little boy, who was still holding her calf, looked like he was five years old, was not happy.

"Okay, what kind of gift do we want for little Ricky?"

A small dagger used to cut meat in the human world, a small wooden horse bought from a human shop, a bracer extorted from Chris, a small crossbow... They were all sent out by the little wolf woman's hand.

This scene made Chris feel that her silver hair was extraordinarily flowing and beautiful.

Well, people look better.

Night comes in such a warm atmosphere.

Exuberant bonfires lit up the desolation of the Northern Bloodrocks, and the laughter and singing and dancing of the people made up for the silence of the dark sky, highlighting the characteristics of a resilient race. Several golden-roasted lambs were brought up, as well as a huge boar, who did not put an apple or other fruit in the boar's mouth, as is the case at a human banquet.

Chris was given a lamb's hind leg, and a few boar's ribs, and the wine was unlimited.

He gladly accepted and ate a fine meal.

Follow the ranks of the werewolf clan and can only eat dry food once a day.

All subhuman tribes retain this habit in order to save food.

The little wolf girl sat next to him, and her eating was not at all elegant, and she grabbed and gnawed with her hands like all werewolves. There is no elegance of the aristocratic ladies of mankind, and there is also a lack of their pretentious small appetites.

On the other side sat Kano, the leader of the Crocodile Horde, much taller than Chris, even if he sits.

He ate the most, chewing up the bones of a whole lamb and swallowing it, and the sound of the grunt made Chris feel like he was eating with the beast.

The wine of the sub-human race is brewed by itself, using the roots of plants on the northern blood rocks, and the taste is very cold and pungent to the throat.

The little wolf girl waited for the joke with a thief's eyes as she filled Chris's wooden cup.

It's a pity that she was disappointed.

The latter just frowned, and then poured it all in one go.

In the Rocky Daran Mountains, it is packed in an iron cage, and the turbid water that has been drunk for more than 20 days in a row will make people feel delicious.

Maybe he and Alexia sat too close, or maybe the werewolves wanted this human to appreciate the majesty of the werewolf race, and after eating and drinking, the young wolf cubs challenged Chris.

On this northern blood rock, any bonfire extravaganza will add to the game.

Young people will challenge each other and show their bravery with victory; Use heroic posture to attract the favor of your beloved girl.

Oh, and by the way, when the campfire is lit, it's also a night of courtship for young people.

And the beautiful little wolf girl is the dream of the younger generation of the entire werewolf clan, and there is no one.

Chris doesn't know about this custom, but the little wolf girl does, but with her character, will she stop it?

The answer is no.

On the contrary, she took the bone bell from her head, the one she had wanted to exchange for the small crossbow the other day, and declared it the prize of the victor.

Bone bells are nothing more than ornaments.

Can't eat, can't make a sound, but it's Alexia's.

This reason is enough.

All the young wolf cubs gathered around the campfire stood up and rushed to invite Chris.

The eyes were so hot that it was like a pack of wolves that had been hungry for many days surrounding a lamb.

Cage laughed and stood up, reaching out and patting the young wolf cubs on the shoulders.

With his great prestige, he easily quieted everyone down, "Young cubs, there are too many of you, does the werewolf clan have a habit of challenging one person with a group of people?" ”

The solution was soon there.

The wolf cubs looked at each other, and then someone sat down silently, getting along with each other day and night under the same sky, and the strength of each other was very clear.

In the end, there were three people still standing.

No one would give up, so they played a game of eye to eye, and their fangs were almost the same length.

Fortunately, a warrior sitting silently next to Cage stood up, this man is no longer young, at least thirty years have passed, "You three sit down, I think Alexia's bell is the most appropriate to wear on my daughter's head." ”

His fangs are longer, so he speaks more confidently.

The three wolf cubs would rather let the bell fall into the hands of the other two people, and the three wolf cubs would rather let the middle-aged man get it.

After all, he already has a wife, and there is no threat of courtship.

As for whether Chris will win, they didn't think about it.

Can a weak human be more powerful than a strong werewolf?

Whether it is a middle-aged werewolf who has already announced the ownership of the bell, or a little cub of the wolf clan, they all feel impossible.

Chris, though, doesn't think so.

He felt that this bell was originally his, and the little wolf girl had already given it to him, but he didn't want it at the time.

But now he wanted it.