Chapter 434: Arriving at the big party, is this the life of barbarians?
As Grete wished, the old hunchback actually declined the treatment. In other words, he requested that the treatment be postponed to a later date, and promised that he would do his best to help Grete obtain a suitable incorporeal body.
Grete understood.
After all, not everyone is willing to try it a second time in the short term after sitting stiffly on the CT chair for nearly two hours and almost unable to hold it in any longer...
The two teams formed one team, wandering along the wilderness. Along the way, they merged with a third village, and a fourth village...
Gretel was introduced to the headmen and elders of each village, and then received a dozen requests for help (including but not limited to: my horse has lost its appetite, my horse is not walking well, my horse...).
By the way, I chatted with a large group of barbarians to check their bodies, measure their height and weight, and use [Detection Magic] to take X-rays...
All in all, I was having a great time, and I had a sense of accomplishment that I felt when I was sent to the hospital to go to the countryside in my previous life.
Half a month passed by in a flash. Finally, they arrived at "Akula", the site of the tribal gathering. Gretel got out of the caravan, stood up straight, and immediately froze on the spot, slowly opening his mouth.
:
At the edge of the camp as far as the eye can see, there stands a giant arch, which is at least five meters high by visual inspection. The material of that arch is not masonry, bamboo, or the inflatable material that was common in Gretel's previous life, but some kind of
The skeleton of a giant beast.
The surface of the bones is light yellow in color and full of luster. On the top of the arch there is an animal head, with a huge mouth open and intertwined fangs. There are also wisps of light red in the gaps between the bones. It is obvious at a glance that it is not
Old, weathered animal bones, but fresh bones. The ferocious beast was killed not long ago...
Going further inside, clusters of small tents surround large tents and are scattered on the wasteland. Dozens of ropes are tied to the top of each large tent, and colorful flags are tied to them. Hula.
It moves with the wind.
The taller the tent, the more ropes, the more colorful flags, and the brighter they are. And the men and women coming in and out of the tent look more energetic, and the more they are dressed... Gretel shook his head, he really looked at it.
The clothes of the barbarians are not luxurious, but at least they are not shabby. The claws and teeth hanging on the chest are also extremely long and sharp.
In short, it should look like a very powerful village or tribe...
The garrison location of these tribes does not seem to be based on first come, first served, but has its own set of rules. Elder Gushan and the others walked in familiarly, pitched tents near the center of the settlement, and enthusiastically helped Grete and the others.
A shelter was built. Bernard wanted to help, but they stopped him...
What? Let the guests, let the noble spell caster do it himself?
nonexistent!
Bernard couldn't get involved, so Grete was even more idle. He simply went out with Cerela and Bernard to see what was going on. After walking around half a circle, he suddenly saw a crowd of people in front of him, huddled together in a dark mass. Grete approached out of curiosity.
He stretched his neck and looked for a moment, then stood up on his tiptoes:
"What is that man doing?"
There was a big stone standing on the hill in front. It was as tall as two people, square and square, and it looked particularly eye-catching. When Grete walked over, there was a barbarian with a big beard and three sets of fangs standing tall.
On the stone, waving his arms with great momentum:
"Article 10: If a man in a family is killed, the victim's family has the right to take revenge, tooth for tooth, never ending!"
"Article 11: If a family's house burns down, the neighbors must help rebuild it! If a family's cow dies of illness and is lost, the neighbor must use his own cow to make up for half of the family's loss!"
"Article 12: Arsonists shall be tied to a burning pillar and burned to death!"
"Article 13: Anyone who murders an elder will be hung next to a live wolf that is also hung until death!"
"Article 14: Those who betray their compatriots will be quartered by five horses or dragged to death by wild horses!"
There is a group of barbarians gathered in front of the stone. They all look older and their furs are thicker and glossier. Behind them, slightly further away, there is another group of people who are younger and stand more scattered.
They kept whispering to each other. Gretel squeezed past them, and when he pushed forward, Bernard grabbed him:
"Don't go there. Those people are Gotti."
"Goti?"
Gretel turned his head in confusion. Bernard explained in a low voice:
"Goti are elders, wise men, those who are highly virtuous, generous, kind and respected. When the tribe encounters disputes, they mediate. The Goti above is running for the position of "Speaker" for everyone.
One who explains the law.”
Oh, explain the law. Gretel nodded. Looking at his impassioned and spitting look, it did seem like he was campaigning. Gretel was reminded of some unpleasant memories and asked in a low voice:
"Why is he just memorizing the law? He's running for office. Don't he have to make any promises to everyone?"
"No need!" Bernard looked down at him in surprise:
"The condition for successful election is that he must recite one-third of the code from memory in front of everyone. The other Gottis stood by to ensure that he did not make mistakes..."
Is there anything else like this?
This approach sounds quite reasonable, especially in the living environment of barbarians. However, reciting one-third of the code in public?
...How long is your code? If one person wants to succeed in the election, do we all have to stand here for a day?
"Article 21, if a free man loses all his land, he can become a slave! If a slave serves his master loyally, he will be given the opportunity to redeem himself and become a free man!"
"Article 22: Those who violate the law will be expelled from the tribe! The exiles cannot cultivate any land, and cannot accept gifts or help from anyone!"
When we got here, the cheers from below started. First, the Gottis in the front row applauded enthusiastically, and then, the barbarians in the back row raised their arms, waved their fists, and cheered one after another:
"Speaker! Speaker! Speaker!"
What, there are only 22 articles, which is one-third of the code? Your code is so short?
Any magician, no, any mage apprentice, can memorize this level of code without any difficulty, right?
Gretel came back to his senses. He looked at the new speaker's bare arms and well-developed biceps, and wanted to know whether the barbarian speaker relied on words to explain the law, or whether he relied on muscles to explain the law physically...
After Gotti was successful in the election, two more people came on stage one after another to run for election as preachers. Unfortunately, the latter two had an incompetent memory. They made many mistakes without memorizing the ten points, and were booed off the stage mercilessly.
Grete lost interest after listening for a while. Cerira was even more impatient than him. She held him with one hand and waved to Bernard with the other, and walked around in a circle and continued forward. After walking fifty or sixty steps, she heard the sound ahead.
With the sound of water rushing, a large group of people kept running along the river bank, shouting as they ran:
"Work harder! Work harder!"
"Harder! Harder! Overtake this guy! You can do it!"
"Hold on! Hold on! Oops!"
"He's sinking!"
"Do you want to save someone?"
Then there was plop, plop, plop, and a large group of people jumped into the water. Is anyone drowning? Gretel suddenly quickened his pace. Then his feet suddenly left the ground, and the wind whistled in his ears, but it was Bernard who lifted him up very skillfully.
His collar flew forward...
Just, so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.
When he ran closer, someone had already picked up the drowning man. He was holding the water upside down and patting his back with all his hands. Grete observed it and saw that the man coughed up water quickly and regained consciousness, so he didn't go up to cause trouble.
Son. Soon, seven or eight more barbarians jumped down with shields on their backs and battle axes tied on their backs:
A new weight-bearing swimming competition begins!
Grete canceled [cold and heat resistance], stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the air, and quickly added it to himself. As for the water temperature of the river, he was not even interested in reaching out to touch it. It was the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, even if this day had not arrived yet
The freezing point is getting close!
On the other hand, Bernard's eyes shone. He was eager to give it a try and had already begun to pull off his leather jacket:
"Boss, can I also go down and compete?"
Swimming with weights! I haven’t competed in this competition for a long time! When he was in the tribe before, he came first every time!
"You..." You can go if you want. Before Gretel could say a word, Cerela on the right side enthusiastically stuck her head in and interjected:
"Gretel! I'm going too!"
"Don't go!" Grete held her tightly. How can you, a silver dragon, compete with them? If you win, everyone will be disgraced. If you lose, will you show up in the form of a silver dragon in public and try it again?
ah!
"Celera, I'm here to treat them and find the contracted body! I need your help! Don't go away!"
Serira reluctantly stopped. Gretel waved to Bernard, telling him to go have fun, and continued walking with Serira. Along the way there were various competition venues, where javelins were thrown,
Wrestling, wrestling, fighting with bare hands, fighting with weapons and armor...
The liveliest circle was packed with people and roaring loudly. Gretel finally squeezed into the center, but there was a barbarian holding a shield in his left hand and his right hand free, fighting against a giant snow-white man who was at least 1.5 meters tall at the shoulders and more than 3 meters long.
Wolf fight!
The giant wolf roared, bit, and spewed ice. It was a majestic beast. It was a monster of a high level. The barbarian either dodged or blocked with a shield. If he couldn't dodge, he was hit by the breath, and his legs and feet were immediately frozen.
In the ice.
The giant wolf came roaring. But the barbarian broke the ice at the last moment and dodged to the side. Then he spread his left arm, grabbed the neck hair of the giant wolf and pressed it down, and punched it hard with his right fist!
The fists roared down one after another. The giant wolf went from roaring to struggling, from struggling to whining, and finally, its tail was clamped low between its two hind legs. The barbarian stopped fisting, turned over and rode on the wolf's back, but the giant wolf did not
Resist, surrender, and let the barbarians drive them around the field.
"It feels like you can choose a mount here!" Gretel's eyes lit up:
"Hey, if I call Bernard over, can he tame a mount here? Or, do you want me to heal a few people first in exchange for some points or something?"
"Are you a healer?" Someone beside him suddenly interrupted. Gretel turned around and saw a white-haired old man looking at him with a smile, holding a bone staff with a few bunches of dried plant fruits hanging on the top of the staff:
"Young Healer, if you wish to communicate, our camp is on the other side."
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