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Outside the tent, goose-feathered snow flakes fell one after another, and the sky and the earth were vast.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, only countless white patches filled all the range of vision, as if he was alone in this world, and the previous sound of the horn was long gone, only the rustle of the wind and snow remained, as if all the movements he had heard before were just an illusion on his part.

But Gehr knew he had heard correctly.

He took a few steps forward and stood where the gravel path was—it was also covered in a thick layer of snow that was hard to make out at first glance.

It wasn't long before the distant sound of the trumpet came a second time, a little closer and clearer than before.

The sound of the horn is a resonance that slowly swings in all directions, and the timbre is thick and low, with a simple and desolate exotic flavor.

Although he still couldn't see the person who came from the horn, Gehr had already judged that the sound of the horn was moving towards him, so he stood quietly and waited, and at the same time was ready to be vigilant.

A few minutes later, the third horn sounded, and this time there was a slight tremor on the ground, and in the heavy snow, a black dot appeared from the end of the line of sight, and slowly amplified.

It was a black banner with what seemed to be a pattern on it, but Gehr couldn't see it too clearly at this point.

As the flag slowly approached, Gehr finally made out what it was about—it was a running wolf, the lines of the pattern were very delicate, as the animal skin banner rose and fell in the cold wind. This blue wolf is like being alive.

In a moment, a knight stood out from the wind and snow. appeared in front of Gehr.

The first thing that catches your eye is a fiery red war horse, and the flagpole is tied to the right side of its body. Its body is unusually strong and tall. The height of its back from the ground is even higher than that of a whole person, and its body is thick fur, not as smooth as that of ordinary horses, but furry and rolled together, like a tight blanket, and what distinguishes it from ordinary horses is the six strong legs under its belly, although it looks a little weird, but this body structure makes it walk on this snow-covered land exceptionally smoothly.

Gehr's gaze lingered on the horse for a moment, then turned to its owner. It was a very strong guy. Sitting on the back of a complex and beautiful horse, his eyes seemed a little deep, and he could see the calmness and vigilance in it wherever his gaze swept. He wore only a bearskin cloak on the upper half of his body, and his delicately tattooed chest was exposed in the ice and snow, and his straight back made it feel that the cold outside could never affect him. He also wore a felt hat peculiar to the local barbarians, with some fiery red feathers on it, and under the brim, his hair was braided one after another, and some gold and silver ornaments hung on it. It looks beautiful.

Behind him was a double-edged battle axe that shimmered with silver light, and several small throwing axes were strapped to his waist, which kept making a bell-bell sound as the horse advanced.

This is supposed to be the one who broke forward for the convoy behind, and also a strong fighter.

Gehr suddenly had a preliminary judgment.

At the time of Gehr's observation. The warrior also saw Gehr on the side of the road, and swept Gehr with his scrutinizing gaze, and tugged at the reins with his right hand, which was tense and muscular. He stopped the horse at a safe distance from Gehr and took out a horn from the horse's side with his left hand. It blew with a whin, the same trumpet sound that Gehr had heard before. However, this time, the tone in it changed a little, and it seemed to be a little more urgent.

With this horn, a corresponding horn sound was soon heard from the rear of the warrior, and the approaching vibration slowly stopped.

Gehr spread his hands and showed the other party that he had no ill intentions.

The barbarian warrior looked at Gehr, his lips moved, and a strange Briggs language came out of his mouth: "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

"I'm a traveler from afar and want to go to Motazaros. Gehr looked the other man in the eye and slowed down his speech, making sure that every byte was heard by the other party: "I'm in trouble, my carriage can't go, can you help me? Maybe I can go with you, I'll pay for that." ”

Hearing this, the warrior did not look relaxed, and still looked at Gehr very vigilantly, thinking that it was really easy to make people suspicious when he suddenly encountered a so-called traveler who appeared on the side of the road in this kind of ice and snow.

Cautiously glancing around Gehr, he deliberately stopped for a moment in the tent that Gehr had set up on the side of the road, and then the warrior asked in a deep voice, "Where is your carriage?

"I've been stuck here for a few days, and I've been burning for warmth. Gehr went on to explain, detailing the attack by the highland bison.

The barbarian warrior listened to Gehr's words, looked in several directions that Gehr was pointing, and nodded imperceptibly. At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from behind the barbarian warriors, and soon several riders dressed about the same as him came to his side.

Seeing the arrival of their companions, the barbarian warriors said a few words to these people, and these newcomers all looked at Gehr with scrutinizing eyes, and then dismounted one after another, and walked towards the position that Gehr had spoken of before and the barbarian warriors.

Soon, some of the remaining wreckage of the wagon, the frozen pack horse, and the killed highland bison were all tumbled out of the snowdrift.

The barbarian warriors who appeared first saw that they had made a discovery, and they also dismounted and walked around in a circle. First, he carefully observed the wreckage of the carriage ravaged by the bison and then violently demolished by Geer, and then looked at the two pack horses that were similar to ice sculptures, and finally came to the corpse of the bison on the plateau, and looked carefully for a while, especially the fatal wound on the side of the neck for a long time.

The barbarian warrior finally nodded, walked up to Gehr, gave a thumbs up, and showed a kind smile: "You can kill the killer on this plateau one-on-one, you are a true warrior, and the Dakar tribe is willing to be your friend." ”

"Thank you. Gehr smiled and thanked him, only then did he realize that the barbarian warrior who walked in front of him was a full head and a half taller than himself, and the other barbarian warriors who came over one after another were also tall and strong, which made Gelton, who had always been at a good level among ordinary people, look much shorter for a while.

"I am Taslan, a warrior of the Dakar tribe, and it is a pleasure to meet you. The barbarian warrior smiled heartily and stretched out his right hand towards Gehr.

"Griezmann, it's also a pleasure to meet you in this situation. Gehr reached out and shook his hand.

"There are still seats in the wagons in my convoy where the goods are placed, and you can come with us if you don't mind. ”

"Of course, I'd love to. Ger breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to get out of this embarrassing situation.

"That's great, you're welcome to come with us...... Taslan pointed to the bison's carcass, his face a little embarrassed, and gestured to Gehr, "If you can't take that guy with you, can you give it to us?"

"No problem. Gehr smiled indifferently, he couldn't take this bison away, if it didn't snow, he would cut a few pieces of meat at most and eat it on the road, and the rest could only let it rot here, since Taslan they wanted, it didn't matter if he gave it to him, especially the other party helped himself, and his attitude was not the kind of unpleasant thing to do, and he seemed very polite, so Gehr felt that it was a good thing to be able to use this bison as a gift in return.

Taslan smiled happily and shouted a few times with his companions, and everyone cheered. At this time, Taslan took out another trumpet and blew it, and soon the sound of the trumpet was heard from behind, and at the same time the shaking of the earth began again.

The tremors grew stronger and stronger, and in just a moment, a large convoy of dozens of carriages broke through the barrier of the wind and snow and came to Gehr.

Taslan returned to the convoy and soon returned, with a dozen more men around him, walking towards the bison carcass, armed with all sorts of knives, and it seemed that they were very experienced in handling this kind of thing.

Gehr's tent and the East and West Taslan inside were also disposed of, and he himself led Gehr to a large shed carriage near the back of the convoy and arranged seats for Gehr.

Soon, Gehr's salute items were also neatly packed and delivered, along with some items to keep out the cold.

At this time, after a short chat with Taslan, Gehr also learned that Taslan was the first warrior of the Dakar tribe, in other words, the supreme military commander of the tribe, and this convoy was a trade group that went out to trade winter supplies. Originally, Taslan was supposed to rush back before the snow fell, but due to the outbreak of war this year, although the area near Tarazan Heights did not face the impact of the war, in order to support the battle on the front line, a large number of materials were transported to the front line, which directly led to the shortage of materials in the rear, and the price was more expensive than in previous years, so that the trade group ran a few more cities to gather enough materials needed, and it was too late to rush back, so they could only brave the heavy snow to hurry.

And Gehr also learned from Taslan's words that these days are the traditional time of large snowfall in the Tarazan Heights, and experienced caravans or travelers either set off early, or stay at the nearest tribal station, and then continue to set off after the maximum snow period has passed, only an inexperienced rookie like Gehr would go on this road alone at this time.

After learning this, Gehr could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

There were very few people on the way, especially after approaching the Tarazan Heights, and there were almost no people to see them, and when he was supplying before, he only noticed the condition of the road and threats such as bandits, and he didn't pay attention to the weather because there was an analysis module that could accurately analyze it, but he didn't expect the weather in Tarazan Heights to change so drastically, and it was too late when he noticed it. (To be continued......)