Augustus Under the Horseshoe

, For you, me, she has set up [Speaking Language], there are no more spell slots today! And she can only maintain this spell for two hours now! Half of the time has now passed! "

"You didn't say it earlier! I thought this magic would work forever!" Painhurs speeded up his speech anxiously. "Ah, when building the igloo door and vent, the hole must be opened to the south. This is understandable, leeward, leeward."

"It's common sense that magic has a time limit! Your wild horse's understanding of the world is really superficial!" Christina stroked the soft pale hair of the pale white horse with pity. While enthusiastically translating the questions raised by the compatriots in the audience. "Master Val asked you. He studied the igloo you built before. The curved roof is indeed wind-proof and snow-proof. But it is still very cold inside. Is there a solution for this?"

"Yes. But I have no tools and materials in my hands, so I can only build a semi-finished product. The real igloo should be digging one or two meters deep into the ground with a shovel as the living creature's real dwelling. Deep digging, shallow Building the roof, the underground temperature is much warmer than the ground! Theoretically speaking, the igloo on the ground is just a roof of a warm pit." Painhurs didn’t know if it was to make trouble for the bard, or he was nervous in a hurry, Shuang The lips spit out a series of detailed architectural plans like a cannon. "In order to keep warm and cold, the outer arc of the igloo should be covered with a thick layer of hay and covered with animal skins. The inner arc of the house should also be covered with animal skins to solve the temperature problem."

After listening to Christina's verbatim translation, the old man and horse with white beard and hair showed a suddenly realized look, and looked at Painhurs' eyes with a little more respect.

"Well, this is all the knowledge about the construction of igloos. If there are any remaining problems, let's solve them slowly in practice." Painhurs skillfully laid snow bricks. The outstanding craftsmen of dozens of Ping clan are also imitating and learning in every way. Their division of labor is extremely clear. Some people pile up snow bricks, some dig huge circular pits, and some people build houses with the piled snow bricks, and they move a lot of weeds and animal leather to paste on the top of the dome. The pale white horse, with the help and translation of Christian, constantly corrects the minor mistakes made by the tripartite craftsmen in practice. In less than ten minutes, an exquisite huge igloo appeared in front of everyone!

"Okay, your task is completed. Next, the craftsmen will patiently teach all the people the experience they have learned-this was originally your job! A wild child who can't speak." Christina snorted dissatisfiedly. The whole horse bent down and knelt on the ground, slowly got into the warm igloo, and let out a sigh of contentment. "By the way, you said you know the whereabouts of another Clan Ma?"

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"Yes. According to my many years of exploration, there is a turbulent dark sea to the south of us." Painhurs also got into the igloo and lay down comfortably on the ground. Is the spooky weather outside really uncomfortable, or the room is warm. With his fingers, the pale white horse drew an oval on the soft soil, and then drew a smaller diamond pattern in the oval. The northern corners of the diamond were connected with the arc lines of the oval. "And there is a huge warm peninsula on the sea, where rain is plentiful and the seasons are like spring. The east and south are high mountains and hills, and the west and north are fertile grassland pastures. But that place faces the sea on three sides, only the north and the north. The cold grasslands are connected together."

"What! There is such a good place in the south!? Rain is plentiful and the seasons are like spring?" In Christina's blood-colored pupils, sparks of excitement abruptly burned. "real or fake?"

"Really. But such a good place is already occupied by the barbarians." Painhurs sighed. "They built an extremely strong wooden fortress on the only land on the peninsula. The clan tried to enter the peninsula...but was blocked by the fortress. Hundreds of colleagues, all I died tragically under the arrow rain and sharp blades of the barbarians. I just got a little closer and was chased by their light cavalry frantically. Fortunately, I was saved by you."

"That's it." Hearing the tragic ending of another tribe's annihilation, the extremely cheerful flames inside Christina's pupils slowly died away. Along the way, she has heard too much about the tragic ending of her compatriots. "Well, after all, there is a human chassis. Comparing your heart to your heart. If there are orcs or trolls who want to break into the chieftain's territory? I will ruthlessly kill those nasty monsters! Since these humans are more exclusive, the fortifications are also It’s more difficult to eat, so let’s just leave it alone! Anyway, this cold grassland is much warmer than hometown, plus the igloo technology you provide, everyone should

Can survive this harsh winter... By the way, I will show you to a good place. "

"Where?" Painhurs got out of the igloo strangely, followed the brisk pace of the rouge horse, and came outside a huge tent. Christina's soft arms gently opened the curtain door of the camp. I saw countless young horses curling up inside the furry skins, following an old brown horse, learning the language and lingua franca of the Mu tribe. Every time the teacher said a word, the children in the audience learned his words and made a beautiful and innocent voice, like a silver bell.

"Ahem, little guys! You have new classmates!" Christina took Painhurs' big cold hand and led him into the school.

"Is there a new partner again? Where is it?" A pink-cut jade mare, peeking out her frozen red and tender face from the furry skin, looking around curiously.

"It's right in front of you," Christina kindly kneaded the soft face of the little pony that can be broken by a bomb. He turned his head and motioned to Painhurs to approach. "This elder brother's clan was destroyed when he was as old as yours. He is the only survivor in that clan, so he has not systematically learned Mu language and lingua franca. Starting today, he is your classmate."

"Wow! White hair, so beautiful!" A group of ponies, blinking with a pair of beautiful big eyes, tightly wrapped around the animal skin blanket, happily gathered around the pale white horse, and surrounded him in the middle. . Shouted cheerfully. "New classmate! New classmate! New classmate!"

"Cough cough." The old brown horse on the stage coughed slightly, and an invisible terror pressure swept the entire tent in an instant. The scared foals honestly ran back to their seats, bent down four horse hooves, kneeled down on the sheepskin blanket again, and prepared to continue class.

The old man with brown fur, facing the chief, bowed respectfully. "The old man understands. Since he has missed the best age for language learning, there is no way. In order to make this child adapt to the whole world, I will teach him the simplest and most common lingua franca. The elegant and gentle Mu language , You can teach it slowly later."

"No problem, you have the final say. Painhurs, let's learn lingua franca with these little guys first! I'm going to deal with their affairs, and I will pick you up after class." Christina, the chief, is right. The old man in front of her maintained great respect, and she stretched out wearily, and slowly got out of the tent. It's hard to imagine that all the things of the whole clan, big and small, are actually backlogged on her extremely weak shoulders.