In the afternoon, a high-speed frigate left the Wolf Fang Fortress and sailed to a plain at the corner of the Grand Corridor. There were four werewolf tribes living there, one large and three small.
Qianye only designated the target on the map when he set out, so there was no possibility of Eskar cheating secretly.
Song Huizeng seized the opportunity to be alone with Qianye for a short time and once again expressed her opinion, "There must be a conspiracy behind this, and that stinky wolf must have his own purpose!"
It can be seen that she is extremely wary of Eskar at this time, and even Qianye himself is refreshing his understanding of the werewolf count time and time again. No wonder there is such a big difference in the social forms between the two sides, and there is a general like Xu Jingxuan.
Even then, Zheng Guo didn't take advantage of the werewolf.
However, Qianye has his own opinion on this, "It is normal to have a purpose, otherwise for what? To suppress by force? Then any clan leader from the Twilight Continent can take Yonglu into his pocket. As for whether it is a conspiracy, let's see.
Just know it.”
This journey is not long and we will reach our destination quickly.
This was the first time for many mercenary generals to enter the werewolf tribe camp as visitors. Even though Qianye had seen more than one werewolf tribe in Yongye Continent, he was still quite surprised by what he saw.
Compared with werewolves in other continents, the werewolf tribe here is much more primitive. The cone-roofed houses are made of wood, hay and mud bricks. The camp is protected by a wooden spike fence and is not even a city wall. In the camp
There are many high poles erected, with dried prey carried on them. The camp is not small, but there are only a few large prey, mostly pheasants and wild ducks.
Seeing Qianye and his party walking into the camp, many werewolf tribesmen came out of the thatched huts and watched silently. Most of the people in the camp were women and children, and there were only a few young and strong people. This is not surprising, maybe they are already in the recruited troops, but
There are also very few old people, which is a bit strange. The wargs lie listlessly in the shade, occasionally wagging their tails.
Most of the werewolves wore homemade leather jackets, many children were simply naked, and some women were even topless.
Next to the thatched hut, on the kitchen table of the werewolves, there are some grains and dried fruits scattered around, mixed with dried minced meat, and cooked into meat porridge. This is their food. But the proportion of meat is very small, maybe it can only
Add a bit of meat flavor to the porridge.
Looking at the outsiders, the werewolves' eyes showed curiosity and awe, but mostly indifference and numbness, as if the hard life had drained all their enthusiasm.
Qianye had never seen the lives of the tribesmen from the perspective of a peaceful bystander, nor did he expect that the werewolves in the large corridor would be in such a state of desolation. For a moment, he thought of the garbage dump on the Evernight Continent.
Werewolves are not completely carnivorous creatures, but they are not much different. If they eat less meat, their growth will be seriously affected. In the past, when the empire imprisoned werewolf captives, one secret was to only feed them grain-based food. After eating it for a week, they would become stronger.
The werewolf will also become weak and weak, let alone resist, and even have no strength to escape.
But the werewolves in the large corridor seem to have become accustomed to vegetarian food, which is also forced by the environment.
While Qianye was observing the details of the werewolf tribe, an old werewolf priest sniffed hard and suddenly shouted: "It's your majesty, your majesty Qianye!"
He rushed to Qianye, threw himself to the ground, and kissed Qianye's boots. The werewolves in the entire tribe seemed to have exploded, and they all rushed over, looking like crazy.
The mercenary generals were shocked, and some of them drew their weapons.
Eskar immediately released his breath, frightening the werewolf tribesmen with forceful coercion, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone, step back and keep your distance. If anyone offends Your Majesty, I will skin him and hang him on a high pole."
die!"
At this moment, the Dark Earl, who was known for his sniper talent and therefore had a relatively stable combat style, revealed the ferocity and cruelty of the werewolves. Such threats were very effective for the werewolves. They knelt on the ground, crawled back, and prepared for Qianye and others.
Make way for a passage.
Qianye glanced at Eskar coldly, frowned slightly and said, "What did you call me just now?"
Eskar said respectfully: "You will know after you go to the ancestor altar."
Qianye glared at him and walked into the largest thatched house in the center of the tribe. This is where the ancestor altar is located, and it is also the holy place of the entire tribe. Not to mention outsiders, even ordinary tribesmen have no right to step in. But a few priests do not
Without the slightest objection, he knelt on the ground and welcomed Qianye inside.
Qianye frowned and stepped into the door. As soon as he entered, it was like stepping into another world, with completely different auras inside and outside. Unexpectedly, Qianye felt his own aura on the altar of ancestors. In today's world, I am afraid that only Qianye
Ye Yi has dark gold blood energy, and this kind of aura is unmistakable.
In the center of the ancestral altar, the totem poles of the tribe's ancestors surround a badge in the center like stars over the moon. The badge is made of steel, with rough workmanship and uneven edges. It is not even cut out into a perfect circle. That's it.
An item would be sold on the streets in the empire, and it would only be sold for a few copper coins.
If there is anything special about it, it is that it is stained with a little bit of Qianye's blood. This badge was one of the badges that Eskar took for Qianye to soak with his blood. At that time, Qianye thought he was
Wanting some tokens to use as proof of action is a very common thing in Evernight and the Empire. The tokens of truly important people have a unique flavor and cannot be faked.
Who would have thought that such a batch of crudely made things would actually be placed in the center of the ancestral altar by a first-class werewolf tribe and worshiped as sacred objects?
Qianye picked up the badge, looked at it, and put it back on the altar. He also discovered that after such a long time, the blood energy he left on the badge had not weakened, but had actually increased. Could it be said that the worship of werewolves can also nourish
Bloody?
"What's going on?" Qianye asked again.
"You have seen that the werewolves in the entire Grand Corridor area regard you as the real king. Your status in their hearts has already surpassed that of your ancestors and is unique. So you don't need to worry about our loyalty."
Qianye sneered, "Do you think I will believe it? What did you tell them to do this?"
Eskar knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Majesty, this is the truth. Not only them, but my tribe and I also believe that you are the real king who will lead us out of this predicament."
There was a chill in Qianye's voice as he asked: "What's the reason? What I'm showing you is blood. In the upper continent, there is a feud between the vampires and werewolves. The holy war has been going on for thousands of years, if not ten thousand years."
"His Majesty……"
"I don't want to hear that title again."
Eskar choked, lowered his head and said, "As you wish."
He paused for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, but said: "The upper continent is too far away from us, and the Holy War is just a legend. What the werewolves in the Great Corridor want is very simple, just to survive."
Qianye said coldly, "Every ethnic group wants to survive. Tell me the important point, or is this all you can say?"
Eskar said: "For the werewolves in the great corridor, survival is a very luxurious goal. For the survival of the tribe, we have no choice. Yes, there is no choice other than war. Either on the battlefield
Bring back trophies, or die in battle to reduce the burden on the tribe. The Great Corridor cannot support so many werewolves, and some must die to allow others to live."
This is a heavy and simple truth.
Fighting for living space is the eternal theme of the entire Eternal Night World. The differences between camps, within each camp, and even within the same clan are only in degree. The situation of the werewolf tribe in the Great Corridor in front of us may be different from that in most places.
It's more tragic in comparison.
Xu Jingxuan suddenly said: "Is this the reason why you attack Zheng Guo every year?"
Eskar nodded, "This is the most important reason. Otherwise, no one would be willing to attack a well-defended fortress."
Xu Jingxuan snorted and looked ugly. Every year at the turn of summer and autumn, werewolves would launch an attack on Zheng State, plundering autumn grain and supplies, roaring in and roaring away. Even with the help of fortress defense, the defenders' casualties were still not high.
A small number. During the years he served as the general of the Western Territory, many familiar faces became names on the tombstones every year.
In terms of the number of casualties, the werewolves still surpassed the human race. Even if we now see the living environment of the werewolves and know that the werewolves want to reduce the population, for Xu Jingxuan, hatred is still hatred, and there is no sympathy at all.
A mercenary general suddenly said: "If you werewolves can't support yourselves, why don't you all surrender and let me support you?"
This sentence can be said to express the feelings of many people at this moment. There are many evil eyes staring at Eskar.
Eskar raised his head and met Qianye's eyes. His eyes were clear, filled with courage, pride, and frankness, but without the panic or guilt of having his scheme exposed.
"The reason why we surrender is really to survive."
As soon as these words came out, many mercenary generals sneered and glared at Eskar. Only the two deacons of Frost and Thunder Temple had expressionless faces, not knowing what they were thinking.
Eskar suddenly raised his voice and said: "But we don't want you to support us, sir. We werewolves are all born warriors. Our ancestors were born in the flames of war and died in the flames of war. We can support ourselves! Even if
I need your help now, just because in this season, at this time, women have to have children, and they need to eat more. And I want the elderly to live until after the grain harvest.
.”
Qianye slowly heard some different meanings at this time, "You mean elderly people?"
Eskar's voice turned low, and he pointed to several priests with white beards and hair, and said: "In the Great Corridor, only the priests and witch doctors can live to this age. The rest of the tribe will have to leave as soon as their physical strength begins to decline.
Go to the battlefield, or go into the mountains to find a suitable cemetery. So you won't see old people in the tribe. The werewolves here are not qualified to grow old."
A few simple words, but extremely heavy.
Even Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary generals were silent. Among the senior Dark Fire executives present, they felt it more deeply than those who came from the Song clan. In this dark world, the human race has always been a weak race, and the Neutral Land and the Zheng Kingdom
In such a small country, the fate of the lower-class civilians and those who have lost the ability to fight is not much better than that of these werewolves. Only in the powerful Qin Empire that has stood for thousands of years can there be peace in the mainland and the word "recuperation and recuperation".
Qianye looked at Eskar, his eyes a little erratic, as if he saw through him an unknown place in the void, or perhaps a certain node in the long river of time.
After a while, Qianye said: "What do you want me to do?"