Othua's War Banner

Chapter 46 0046: Dewar Village
The Flynn Trail is very long.

It was built during the heyday of the dwarves. In terms of age, it is a product of the same era as the [Permanent Frozen Wall] on the edge of Palotusbi.

In the past, it was the only path connecting [Jianyu Ice Bay] and [Silver Frost Plain].

However, since several tribes disappeared or changed due to wars, it has become a remote ancient road with rugged terrain and excessive elevation fluctuations, which is inconvenient for caravans to pass.

A team came up the dirt road behind Duwa Village, and the workers all looked sideways—someone came from this direction.

[You came to the Duwa tribe, the village was full of people, and all kinds of tourists didn't pay much attention to you. 】

Ken drove away the wolf and came here with the troops.

When they were far away, they saw the smoke rising from the furnace.

The magma of the volcano surged from the ground, and the three mountain passes were converted into workshops, each of which was a towering giant tower, with a huge cracked coat of arms carved on the outside, mottled with time, rusty and broken iron locks all over, and Dirt and weird vines.

As for the coat of arms, some say it is the symbol of the old god Sirembio, while others say it is the private seal of several masters of the dwarf kingdom.

The hearth, which has been warmed for countless years, devours a large amount of precious consumables every year, and its majesty can be felt from afar. The roaring sound is like the sigh of an old giant.

【Location: Dewar Village】

【Prosperity Level: C】

【Number of Residents: 4622】

[Number of troops: unknown]

Ken felt the temperature from a distance. Although he didn't feel the heat, the severe winter seemed to have disappeared in this land. Only the [Permanent Frozen Waterfall] in the distance still blows a cool breeze from time to time, reminding that this is still the north.

The magma buried deep in the ground, and the iceberg that never melted all year round, unexpectedly appeared in the same place, and they lived in peace for so many years.

Magical nature, desirable craftsmanship.

There are mobile wells led by water channels in the village, which are used for the daily living and cooking of the residents, as well as for the drinking horses of the caravans. There are also many people squatting near the surrounding rivers.

Playing children, busy laborers, everyone just looked sideways at Ken and the others, and continued to work on the things in hand.

The road is very wide, with black bricks and rough grain, and is covered with muddy ruts, but no damage can be seen.

There is a pine forest in the distance, and there are farmers who are responsible for planting, using magic and secret techniques to take care of these "top firewood", but judging from the debris in the mud cracks, most of the furnaces in the workshop still use coal mines as fuel of.

Near the entrance of the village, the horse blocked the way.

The militiaman in charge of the guard had bare webbed feet, exceptionally thick and short fingers, and was a bit dark and fat.

【Aborigines of the Dewar Tribe】

He stretched out his right hand in the gauntlet and stopped the team.

"Troops are not allowed to enter the village of Duwa."

Ken followed the other party's guidance and looked outside. There was a large plain nearby without any field ridges. There were old campfires and traces of camping on the open space.

The troops had to be stationed outside the village.

The three war banners swore to guarantee that even a warlike person like Frengundo would follow the ancient old covenant. Which idiot without eyes would dare to invade the [non-combat zone]?

Dewar Village is always neutral, and craftsmen can forge with peace of mind.

Ken turned back.

He led the team to find a quiet place, rebuilt the tent, arranged various matters, and told the sentries to pay attention to other people in the distance.

There are many temporary camps.

Most of them are far apart, and you can see the construction methods of different styles, as well as various totems with mottled paint.

It's not yet spring, and it will become more lively when vendors start to sell goods frequently.

Ken finally brought Quema, two "singers" who wanted to see the world, and two strong riders who were responsible for carrying goods...and doing chores.

The sentry didn't come any closer.

He was sitting on a stone bench, holding a ball hammer in his hand, and focused on studying a steel handle in front of him.

The main building in Duwa Village is the blacksmith shop, which exists in the form of a workshop, and other shops, residences, warehouses and miscellaneous material rooms are built according to it.

All kinds of livestock and mounts were pulled into the streets.

Cargo horses, llamas, and even a deer with tufted manes.

The hearth of the smithy was red, and there was a long queue, and the beasts had new palms and saddles.

Ken asked a scholar and a rider to inquire about the news. If his [currency: 714G] is still enough, he will buy all the mounts for the team.

Duwa Village feels very lively, as if everyone is busy.

"Watch your stock, bastard, if it pulls again, I'll cut off its hooves!"

The merchant had a mean face, he raised his chopping knife and yelled at the booth next door.

"Where's the food package? You son of a bitch, the bacon is used for travel expenses!"

Ken, watching the argument, was knocked away from the waist by a hip-high kid who turned his head hastily before disappearing into the crowd.

Orion was apologizing to himself, and chased away.

"Stop, little bastard!"

"There is no need to discuss it. The camp can only get in and out of food now. The spring is very chaotic."

"That Frost Bear is tough, good guy, it must be worth a lot of money, wait for me to recruit the team again, or buy a group of refugees to use it!"

……

The prosperity of the North does not depend on the natives.

Tourists, bounty hunters, speculators, government businessmen and private businessmen all gather here.

Ken's southern face was unremarkable, he kept a low profile enough, and then silently observed his surroundings.

Everyone in the camp likes to cover up.

Local people often use animal bones, decorate them with manes and paint totems.

Most of their bare skin is covered with tattoos.

Some veterans or soldiers will put their helmets under their armpits, stand in groups of three or four, and bargain with each other.

After all, no one wants to waste the money and food they have exchanged for their lives.

For warlocks or private adventurers, the collar will be higher than the mouth, and the brim of the cloak will cover the brow.

Unlucky, gloomy.

No one wants to get close to them, and they always feel that they are related to the undead or some kind of strange event.

The cloth of the merchant's clothes is very delicate, and the leather protective gear worn by the coolies is mostly filled with coarse wool and cotton.

Ken stopped watching.

He straightened his back and raised his head, looking at the main road in the north where the snow and dust were blowing up.

The giant beast named [Dake] lay on the ground. It was as tall as a tent, and it took at least six legs to steer it.

The four hooves shook the snow and dust, and there was a distant vibration.

The cargo boxes behind it were stacked high, and the tendons used to fix it were all woven into a net. There were many people around, walking or riding snow lizards to follow.

Among them are the caravans that left, small tribes migrating north, commissioned mercenary teams, and even wanted criminals.

Someone in the Dua tribe runs a black market.

Although the village is a safe zone, everyone has their own business outside this area.

The refugees huddled in the most dilapidated low houses, which were not even called homes, and could only be exchanged for food by doing hard work during the day.

Refugees are not allowed to live permanently in Duwa Village, and they will be expelled if the number exceeds a certain number.

There are strict regulations on the positions and the number of apprentices in the village workshop, so there is no way to rely on it here.

Ken stood on a high place and cast his gaze into the distance.

At the end of the road in the village, you can see more garrisoned teams. The refugees gather around, begging for work or shelter. Food is scarce at the end of winter, and everyone is eager for a home.

　Thanks for the reward of "like mini". I set up a voting message in the afternoon. I don't know if it will take effect.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)