Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 34: Three evil men in the north, tribal knowledge

"Chief Barnard must be retiring soon at his age. Besides, I heard that he has already handed over the power to you and Commander Daun." The leaderless voice continued, "As long as you and Daun agree. ,this matter……"

Bartholomew interrupted, not wanting to continue discussing this topic: "It's not just that simple. Even Dawn and I cannot represent the thoughts of all warriors. Without the support of warriors, we are nothing."

Wushou raised his voice slightly, or was telling the warriors following Bassomo, "Tribal mergers are the general trend. The western region has been merged and a new title system has been formed. The central part is also being integrated. Once their melee ends, if our northern border is still a piece of scattered sand, we will definitely be crushed by the behemoth after the integration of the central part, and the first one to bear the brunt will be the strait where you are."

"Isn't the purpose of the Northern Alliance's existence just to jointly defend against foreign enemies?" Bassomo asked in return.

"Having said that, after all, the alliance cannot unite all its forces into one rope, and it is difficult to exert its maximum power. The tribes also have their own calculations. Even if they help, it is based on considering their own safety first, and it is impossible to do everything. Try your best, you must be very clear about this.”

"Well, I will seek the opinions of the soldiers and consider it carefully." Bassomo ended the topic.

"By the way, why did the commander come here this time?" Leaderless asked.

"Bring three little guys here to attend the Raider baptism." Bartholomew replied.

"It seems that there are many geniuses." After his leaderless gaze lingered on the three young people for a moment, he then said to Bassomo, "Then I won't bother you. Come and sit in my longhouse when you have time."

After Wugui left, Mist Crow and his group suddenly felt relaxed, and the invisible oppression that enveloped them also dissipated.

At this time, the three newcomers, Rayleigh, could finally take a good look at the most prosperous Strait Territory in the North. The port was filled with people from different tribes dressed in different costumes. The introductions of older warriors could be heard in their ears. :
"The people with red feathers on their heads are from the Firebird tribe, and their leaders are called Firebirds. Did you see the group of people leading a dozen horses? They belong to the Plow Horse tribe. These people are rich. The flow of oil..."

Rayleigh looked at the horses for a few times. The horses in the bitter cold land were a little short, but they had a lot of endurance.Given the tall physiques of the northerners, these horses were obviously not suitable as war horses, and the Vikings did not produce cavalry.

But even so, horses are much more expensive than cattle and sheep. An inferior horse costs at least 30 silver coins, and a good horse costs more than 100 silver coins. It is more of a status symbol for the nobility.

Those with horses at home are nobles, and those without horses are from ordinary family backgrounds, which can be distinguished at a glance.

The introduction of the old warrior continued to be heard in my ears: "Those women with smoother skin are from the Puffin Tribe. The Puffin Tribe is a well-known place for beauties. If you don't have outstanding abilities, people from other tribes can It’s difficult to marry them. The last person in our tribe to marry a puffin woman was your brother Lei Li..."

"Ah."

Sister-in-law Itia's tribe is indeed the Puffin tribe.

"There is also the group that just got off the ship. They have aquiline noses, sunken eyes, generally slender figures, and more arrogant and arrogant temperaments. They are people from the Yingshan tribe and are quite difficult to mess with. Their contemporary leader is called Blood Eagle, and his methods Extremely cruel, he is one of the three most vicious people in the North."

"The three most ferocious men in the North, these nicknames are really majestic." Jecam showed an envious look, and then asked curiously, "Who are the other two?"

The old warrior replied: "You have already seen the leader of the War Whale tribe just now."

"It seems that these three murderers are indeed terrifying." Jecam sighed with emotion. He was already deeply aware of the oppression caused by being leaderless just now. With his own strength, in front of such people, he was no more than a baby.

"The last one, as the leader of the three evils, is truly terrifying..." The old warrior glanced around, then lowered his voice and said, "The leader of the Long Claw Tribe, a well-known fighting tribe in the north."

Giant Deer Zalki! ! !
This name, which symbolized cruelty and violence, came to the minds of Rayleigh and the other three at the same time.

As the Longclaw Tribe is a well-known fighting tribe, it is natural that they have not heard of it.Rumor has it that the Longclaw tribe is not only cruel to foreign enemies, skinning and cramping if they move, but they are also cruel to their own people, and even to themselves.

The Longclaw tribe's most famous appearance features are their thick, knee-length arms, and their ability to use swords to carve various war patterns on their bodies and faces.

It is said that the giant deer Zarki has an extremely huge deer carved on his body.

And this process will not pass through the hands of others, it will be completed by them alone.Using a sword to carve your own body requires extraordinary courage and great pain.

In their tradition, the larger the carved war mark is, the more ruthless and powerful the warrior is.

It is said that the children of the Longclaw tribe have been practicing with sharp iron weapons since they were young.The assessment of each new warrior of his tribe does not involve a duel with a higher-level raider like the Mist Crow tribe. Instead, he needs to kill another close companion who is also the assessor. The method is extremely cruel.

In this cruel environment, the weak have long been extinct, and those who remain are extremely fierce and cold-blooded warriors.

Moreover, the Longclaw tribe never leaves behind useless people, including those old warriors. There are only two ways to go.One went out and took the initiative to fight to death, while the other was directly executed.Even women will be killed without mercy once they no longer have reproductive value.

This also leads to the fact that the number of this fighting tribe has always been extremely small, often not exceeding 300 people.But no one dares to underestimate this tribe. If there is a war with the Longclaw tribe, they will pay an extremely heavy price.

War is never a simple comparison of numbers. What is more important is the eliteness and equipment level of the soldiers on both sides.The longclaw warrior's armor coverage rate is [-]%, but they are all expensive chain armor.

If the Bone Frost tribe produces the ultimate talented warriors, then the Long Claw tribe produces warriors who crawled out of hell.

His position as leader requires killing the leader of the previous generation.

Before the rise of Kulag, the Giant Deer Zarki had already dominated the North as the strongest player for ten years.

Even though he was beheaded and had his arm cut off last year, he still firmly holds the position of leader of Longclaw and has not been replaced by anyone, which is enough to show his tyrannical strength.

This name is not easy to talk about publicly. If Julu is in a good mood, it doesn't matter. If he is in a bad mood and wants to have some fun, if these discussions are known, it will give him a reason to kill. He was killed because of this in the past. There are not a few incidents where the whole family is full.

Zharki is such a moody person. His only hobby is to have fun, and the way to have fun is to kill people. "Let's talk about something lively." The old soldier shrank his neck. Every time he talked about Zarji, it was always so depressing and not a good person to talk about.

He took a sip of wine to warm himself up, pointed to an old man and a young man walking in front of him and said: "The two people walking slowly in front are from the Sheep Head Tribe. The Sheep Head Tribe is famous for their kindness in the north. , most of their tribesmen are also very wise. As long as your heart is right, you can safely make friends with these honest people without worrying that they will take advantage of you. Another characteristic of them is that they are notoriously slow and do everything slowly. , in their words, neither anxious nor impatient."

"What if the heart is not right?" Jackham asked.

"Then they will become the most cunning people in the north." The old soldier glanced at the guy next to him who was not very bright, and continued, "Don't worry, you won't be cunning. You are what they like best. The kind of person who makes friends.”

"I really want to get to know them."

When Jiekamu saw the old man on crutches in front of him and carrying a large bag in his other hand, he suddenly couldn't bear it. He looked up at Bartholomew and asked, "Commander, can I go get to know them?" For a moment?"

"Whatever." Bassomo said casually.

"Then I'm over."

Jackum walked quickly to the old man. In order to show his friendliness and goodwill, he wanted to say in his heart: Grandpa, let me help you carry your things.

As a result, as soon as the words were spoken, everyone listening was stunned.

Jecam himself also had a dull look on his face. Perhaps because he spoke too hastily, he didn't know why it turned into:

"Old thing, grandpa is here to carry you."

"..."

The old man with the goat's head blew his beard and glared angrily, and the young man following him also glared angrily.

"..."

Bassomo's head was covered with black lines, and the scabbard on his waist was shaking faintly.The old soldier sighed and lamented that he didn't recognize people well.Kaison turned his head, and Rayleigh lowered his hat slightly.

……

After some explanations, everything was finally calm.After hearing that they had the same destination, the two groups of people walked towards the arena together.

"The commander also brought people to attend the baptism of the raiders?" the sheep-headed old man asked.

"Yes."

"Same here, I am. This is my grandson Myra. He is 14 years old this year and has just grown up. He is very courageous." The old man with the sheep's head introduced the young man beside him to everyone.

"Oh." Bassomo's interest was waning, and he couldn't help but feel a little slanderous in his heart.

This old guy walked too slowly, talked a lot of nonsense, and had no clear ears. It was really unbearable for him.

Jackham stared at the boy who was much smaller than the normal size of his tribe for the same age group. No, he was an adult.His eyes are slightly ignited with fighting spirit. He came to participate in the Raiders baptism at the age of 14. He seems to be an incredible genius.

Until the next words that came to my ears:

"Myra killed a chicken alone in this year's tribal warrior assessment. She was very brave." The old man with the sheep's head touched the white beard on his chin and looked very pleased.

"What kind of chicken?" Jackham asked hesitantly. Maybe the chickens of the Sheephead Tribe are different from those of the Mist Crow Tribe, otherwise they wouldn't be called brave.

"Ordinary chickens." The old man with the sheep's head replied.

"Ah..." Jecam was dumbfounded and couldn't help but said again, "Is this really brave?"

"Of course he is brave. No one who has just grown up can do it." The old man with the sheep's head smiled at Jekham. The young man took all his luggage and was pleased with it.

"The Sheephead Tribe is not good at fighting. Being able to kill a chicken is already very good." The old warrior on the side explained.

"Yes, we are not good at fighting." The old man with the sheep head answered immediately.

Jecam also understood that being able to kill a chicken was obviously the standard for a warrior of this tribe, but his expression became more and more doubtful: "The Raider Baptism Battle is not easy."

It was a one-on-three fight with real swords and guns, and people would be killed.

The sheep-headed old man shook his head: "It's really not easy, so I just brought him here to try."

Seeing that Jekham still looked puzzled, the surrounding Mistcrow warriors all showed meaningful smiles.

(End of this chapter)