The Emerald Tower

　　 Because of time issues, Dean didn't hide the snow bear's body somewhere off the beaten track, but it was not easy to find.

　　 At least, it took Dean about twice as much time to dig out the huge body.

Then, Dean didn’t hesitate at all, the weird blade of [Devil’s Blood Dagger] pierced straight into the snow bear’s eyes-Dean hoped not to damage the snow bear’s fur. After all, the snow bear’s fur Near the Tyre collar, it can be regarded as one of the most high-end decorations.

　　 Its value is very high.

　　 Whether in Tyre or in the barbarian tribe.

　　As a lobbyist, Dean naturally understands that he needs to bring enough gifts to show his sincerity.

　　 However, any facts will not change according to personal will, at least, the present will not—

　　 Just like the bandit leader, this snow bear is not only flesh and blood, but also its skin. The white fur is quickly turning yellow and withered, just like the weeds in late autumn.

　　 Then, he completely lost his vitality.

　　【Strength +0.1】

　　Finally, when the sulfur breath disappeared, such a prompt appeared on the Dean character panel.

　　 Undoubtedly, only one percent of the power is far beyond the average knight. It is reasonable to be able to form a compaction against the average knight.

　　 Even, according to the conversion of pure power, even the great knight is not the opponent of this snow bear, almost like the silver knight.

　　 But in fact, a great knight can completely confront or even kill the snow bear with ease; after all, apart from his own power, the great knight also possesses skills and talents.

　　 This is enough to smooth the gap between the two sides.

　　 In fact, Dean's ability to kill the snow bear is enough to show something.

　　 Simple attributes are powerful, maybe powerful, but it must not be absolute.

Looking at the [Power+0.1] prompt, Dean raised his eyebrows—obviously, Dean was hesitating whether to kill a few more snow bears to quickly improve his strength; after all, this was his entry One of the plans to go to the snowy jungle.

　　 But, soon, the task of finding sources of troops was beyond such thoughts.

　　 If he can turn a war on his own, Dean will definitely improve his strength.

　　 But, obviously, this is impossible.

　　 Don’t say, the ‘Blood Moon War’ is less than ten months old. Even if it is doubled, Dean will not be able to increase his strength to the point where he can turn the tide of the battle on his own.

　　 As for you say assassination?

　　 Unless King Xiti is killed, no matter how many generals die, the "Blood Moon War" cannot be reversed.

But wanting to assassinate King Siti is even more difficult. After all, King Siti possesses the power of a golden knight-unlike Dean's incomplete golden power, King Siti is not only complete gold. Strength, and because of the special talent, far exceeded the general gold level; at least, in Dean's memory, the assassination of King Siti was never successful.

　　 Not only Jade and Gaosai have done such things, but the final result is to lose three gold-level powerhouses.

　　 Let's not talk about the improvement of Dean to the gold level. It is a fantasy in itself to allow Dean to increase his strength to the gold level in less than ten months.

　　 Therefore, the magic trick cannot be implemented, only the ‘face-to-face contest’ is left.

　　 Then, the source of troops is naturally what Dean needs most at the moment!

　　……

　　According to the memory in his mind, Dean began to think that he was heading into the dense forest of snow-of course, for safety reasons, he was not moving very fast.

　　 After all, he still can't reach the level of ignoring the entire snowy dense forest.

　　 Whether it's a snow bear that haunts or a thief who may be ambushing, Dean needs to avoid it carefully.

　　 The former, once contacted directly, Dean is absolutely dead.

　　 As for the latter, although Dean is not afraid of direct contact, if he steps into the opponent's ambush, it is obviously a fierce battle.

　　 Therefore, we must proceed carefully.

Therefore, when the darkness of the next day shrouded the snowy dense forest again, Dean arrived at his original destination: a tribe of barbarians that was not too big, or even small, with a population of less than 100— —Of course, such a small tribe cannot provide Dean with enough troops.

　　 However, such a small tribe is a process that Dean must follow before contacting those big tribes.

　　 After all, although he is now the captain of the Fecharen Knights, the lord of Tyre is still Baron Tyre, and he doesn't even have the identity of a real knight.

　　 It is impossible to meet the leaders of those big tribes.

　　 Barbarians, like normal humans, have their own class, even more stringent-patriarchs, elders, etc., completely control the survival of a tribe and can decide the life and death of others in one word.

　　 Whether it is a person in the tribe or an outsider!

　　 So, after seeing the tribe, Dean expressed his ‘friendliness’——

　　 "I don't intend to offend, I'm just a lost mercenary, I hope I can spend the night with you, of course, I will pay for equivalent items in exchange!"

　　 Dean held his hands high, and placed his long sword and longbow in the most conspicuous position.

　　 As for the exchange of equivalent items?

　　The peculiar civilization of the barbarians has not established a real trading system. Currency does not exist in real life. You can barter for any need.

　　 "Continue to hold your hands and come to us!"

　　 The lingua franca with a quirky accent rang, and Dean executed it meticulously as the other party said.

　　 Although the night has enveloped the entire snowy jungle, Dean can still see the stockade in front of him at a glance. There are no less than ten people, holding their spears and javelins.

　　It is conceivable that once he has any wrong actions, the next moment he will be the target of attack.

　　 And Dean is absolutely unwilling to teach barbarians' long-range attacks, just like their famous close combat, the opponent's long-range combat is also not to be underestimated.

　　 At least, not inferior to an experienced hunter.

　　 "Are you a Tyre leader?"

When Dean walked to the door of the stockade, where the lights gathered, the weird voice rang again, and at the same time a tall, strong figure came out—the oil paint on the opponent's face made Dean be sure that the other party Is the patriarch of this small tribe.

　　In the tribe of barbarians, the elders are the ones who master secret arts.

　　The patriarch is the strongest and the best at fighting-even in such a small tribe, those who can serve as the patriarch are the brave men among the barbarians.

　　 Brave, similar to the rank of knight.

"No, I am a mercenary from the three southern counties. I came here because of a mission to **** the caravan to White Night-but in a battle a few days ago, my **** mission ended... we were defeated by bandits. , The hirer also died under the bandit’s butcher knife, and only poor me is left, looking for a way back!"

　　 Dean briefly introduced himself.

　　 "You can keep your weapons, but you have to make sure that they won't cause trouble!"

　　 The barbarian patriarch pointed to the weapon on Dean.

　　As for weapons, there is a special tradition among barbarians-weapons cannot leave themselves, so they will not take other people's weapons.

　　 Of course, this is limited to strangers and friends.

　　 If it is an enemy?

　　 They don't mind pulling you up naked, hanging in the dense forest of the snowfield and freezing them into ice sculptures.

　　 As for Dean’s words?

　　Undoubtedly, this kind of thing that is performed every day in the dense forest of the snowy field will not be suspected at all.

"thanks, thanks!"

While thanking Dean, he took out a hip flask and handed it over—obviously, this is his accommodation fee; and seeing the hip flask in Dean’s hand, the barbarian patriarch’s eyes brightened and went straight. He opened the cork and took a sip.

　　 As the patriarch, there are always some privileges.

　　 For example: pick the loot in advance.

　　 "Ha, it's Tyre's spirit!"

With a heavy exhalation, the barbarian patriarch looked very satisfied. He patted Dean on the shoulder, pointed to the felt-top tent in the distance, and said, "You can rest there~www.readwn.com~ inside. There is a fire to keep warm, and there is some food; however, the guests who came before have already fetched almost... By the way, they seem to be merchants going to White Night. If you want to find a job, you can ask them. !"

　　 Obviously, the ‘gift’ chosen by Dean worked.

　　 The barbarian patriarch frankly confessed everything he could say-barbarians are as good as their bravery, but as a patriarch, besides that, you need a certain amount of brains.

　　 Therefore, the barbarian patriarch only said what he could say.

　　 However, this is enough to make Dean startled—because Dean didn't expect a caravan to actually appear here, and it was still when the winter had almost arrived!

From the Emerald Kingdom to the White Night Kingdom, even if you start from Tyre on the border, you need to traverse the entire snowy dense forest, and then pass through the northern ice field before you can set foot on the white night's territory-and anyone knows to cross the snowy dense forest , Northland Ice Field, summer is the best choice.

　　 Even if you want to reach the White Night for sufficient profit, you need to make sufficient preparations.

　　 Then Tyre is the last supply point!

　　 However, Dean can be sure that there has not been such a large-scale supply team in Tyre in recent days.

　　 "What is..."

　　 Dean groaned.

　　PS Decadent came out of the mountain in the morning, and found the hotel at more than three o’clock in the afternoon, and then it was non-stop codewords... As a result, it was still a lot late... Decadent prayed for support again~~~