Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 234 Sense of Oppression

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and Purficott was still studying issues related to the Serpentine Shield Machine. The team from the Wild Mane Tribe who came to reply to her arrived at the gate of the Eagle Mouth Cliff Base again.

This time Hutton was still leading the team, but the chief of the Wildmane tribe also came with the team.

This was not only to show respect for the northern lords, but also to be able to make a timely decision if Perficott had any new requirements or conditions without having to make another trip.

Although doing so may cause some problems or dangers, in the eyes of the chief of the Wildmane tribe, it is all worth it.

Before going out, he specifically asked a shaman for divination, and the result was that this negotiation was both a danger and an opportunity. He, the chief, needed to make judgments based on circumstances to avoid the worst outcome.

After all, Hutton is just an ordinary ancestral warrior. Although he is quite prestigious in the tribe, he is better at fighting and hunting, rather than such mind-numbing negotiations.

The Chief himself can't be said to be very good at this, but at least he is better than Hutton.

With an anxious mood, the chief of the Wildmane Tribe and others followed Hutton and entered the Eagle Beak Cliff camp again. This time, Purficott put up a very formal ceremony to welcome them, which undoubtedly once again gave the Everyone in the Yemane tribe was greatly shocked.

Although the team of White Bear Knights who escorted Hutton and others back to the tribe last time had given the people of the Wildmane tribe a great shock and made them clearly realize the power of the empire's force, this time they were defeated by Purficott. What was taken out was the Steam Knight.

This may be a good thing passed down by this white tribe. Last time we saw their daily appearance, this time they officially welcomed us, so they took out the good things. "

Looking at those ultimate armors made entirely of steel, the first impression of the people of the Wildmane tribe was actually "rich" and "luxury".

Even if it was just calculated in terms of weight, the entire Wildmane tribe might not be able to assemble the steel needed for a Steam Knight.

"They are indeed very rich, but we didn't see these armors made of steel last time." Hutton explained to the chief, and also explained: "Last time we came, we only saw those white bear warriors , although they also wear armor, they are not so exaggerated.

After all, for these indigenous tribes, even crude smelted pig iron ingots can be used as hard currency in transactions between tribes.

And now, all they saw were more than twenty steam knights!
You can imagine what kind of shock this is.

Because for the indigenous tribes who lack iron smelting technology, even a wooden shield covered with iron can be regarded as a very luxurious armor, let alone armor made entirely of steel.

"Are these white people so rich?" the chief asked Hutton in a low voice in Aboriginal language. The steel monsters in front of him had seriously affected his judgment and attitude.

This is no less shocking than someone building a house out of gold.

After hearing Hutton's speculation, the chief also felt that this might be the truth of the matter.

After all, they still live an almost primitive nomadic life, and it is really difficult for them to understand how exaggerated the production capacity of the industrial era can be.

But even so, the attitude of the natives of the Wildmane tribe towards Perficott has quietly changed. In any case, the other party's treatment and display of wealth and strength were enough to make the Wild Mane tribe think of being invincible and want to surrender.

In addition to the friendly attitude of Purfict during the previous contact between the two parties, the chief of the Wildmane tribe and the people who came with him were more or less inclined to surrender to Purfict.

However, things obviously did not progress that fast. They still needed to meet with Perficott once and conduct one or even multiple formal negotiations before they could really make a decision.

This time, Purficott did not meet the Wildmane tribe members in the laboratory, but prepared a rather formal occasion.

In a brightly lit hall, Purficott sat on a high chair in the middle. Standing next to her was her loyal old housekeeper, and behind her were the female knight Samantha and the female assassin Claudia. .

On both sides of Purficott were the northern civil servants and the officers of the White Bear Knights standing in rows. They were looking at the Wildmane tribe who walked in with a scrutinizing look, their expressions were serious and cold.

In the hall, there is also a group of steam knights standing against the wall, waiting. The slight hum and the slight release of steam they emit make the entire hall enveloped in an inexplicable atmosphere, which is a bit mysterious and a bit mysterious at the same time. Depressed.

This nurturing atmosphere obviously affected a group of people from the Wild Mane tribe. They came to Purficott with some trepidation. After saluting her, they said: "Salute to you, noble lord."

Purficott looked at them with an indifferent look, and the polite words she had planned to say suddenly made her feel a little boring for some reason.

She stood up and walked to the chief of the Wildmane tribe.

The chief of the Wild Mane Tribe is a strong man with a height of over 1.9 meters. Although the ancestral spirits of the Wild Mane Tribe are not known for their strength, it also makes them extraordinarily tall and has long legs. Therefore, most of the ancestral warriors of the Wild Mane Tribe are in stature. Tall and tall, even the women of the entire tribe are taller than other tribes.

Purficott was just a teenage girl. When she stood in front of the chief of the Wildmane tribe, she only reached his belly and looked like an exquisite doll.

But no one present would think that this pretty little girl was weak.

On the contrary, they all felt that the chief of the Wild Mane Tribe was the weak one, and even the chief of the Wild Mane Tribe thought so.

Whether it is the various legends about the white people or the various things they have seen along the way, they have left the impression that the other party is invincible in the hearts of the chiefs of the Wildmane tribe.

Purficott didn't speak immediately. She just looked down at the strong man who was much taller than her. Her sharp gaze made the chief of the Wildmane tribe feel like a knife had been scratched on his body.

This made him unable to help but pray to the ancestral spirits so that this matter could end quickly.

Even though he was not a weak person, nor was he a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, he still couldn't hold on for long in the face of the sense of oppression deliberately created by Purficott.

Therefore, when Purficott spoke in a cold voice and asked him, "Submission or destruction?", the already shaken psychological defense in the heart of the chief of the Wildmane Tribe suddenly collapsed.

(End of this chapter)