Wolf King

Two hundred pounds of wild boar is just enough for the Snow Wolf tribe. This is not all the tribe. There are seven or eight people watching the cattle and sheep drinking northwest wind from the pasture; in addition to the wild boar, they eat it. More than twenty pounds of wild vegetables, ten pounds of freshwater fish and ten pounds of wild fruits...

-This group of animals! This is the first reaction that came out of Xiao Yun’s brain that silently estimated the consumption of dinner; This is the second reaction.

"...Wait, the original master's memory does not eat so much every meal. The body of the snow werewolf can store calories. If you don't eat a full meal, you can eat two or three days as long as you don't change the wolf and work hard... …"

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun was relieved. When the temperature was lowered, the amount of heat consumed by the Snow Werewolf would be higher than usual. Anyway, it would not be so high that it would not be able to pass the cattle and sheep.

"Tonight, I should have been eating very miserable all the time, and occasionally eat a little bit of appetite before letting go." Xiao Yun silently observed the people who walked to the tents with their stomachs satisfied. It shouldn’t be so scary to eat... Well, you have to increase the number of side foods as much as possible. You can’t always eat meat. Several people have bleeding symptoms in their gums. Blood can be seen when they bite the wild fruit. This is not conducive to health."

The wild fruit brought back by Ashan is an infamous fruit with thick yellowish-skinned skin and three-finger wide flesh and big thumb in the inside after biting off the cortex. Xiao Yun also divided one and tried to find it. It is sour and astringent, and has no other advantages except for moisture. But it's such an unpalatable thing, when the Snow Wolf people eat it, they all look very cherished... and it is also sad and painful.

The snow wolf without tableware was full and went back to sleep in each home, without the trouble of washing the dishes. The only sal that used the pottery bowl had to wash his own bowl, and by the way, the pottery pot for cooking wild vegetables was washed away-Xiao Yun fried fish before When it was chunky, it burst into a pottery pot, and almost threw Thrall to death. It was better after being replaced with fried fish.

Of course, Xiao Yun is not so great to help Thrall to wash the pot. When he is on the earth, he rushes to cook at home to avoid washing the dishes after the meal... But when the clan is scattered, Xiao Yun also feels sleepy. Only then did he suddenly discover a century-old problem: he and his uncle Ashan's tent collapsed, where did he live at night? !

Xiao Yun, who found himself as if he was about to fall out of a pit, was being stunned. Ashan walked over with the horns on his shoulders: "Ayun, let's sleep with the horns at night!"

"..." Xiao Yun stared at these two goods, which were estimated to have not been bathed very much since birth, and subconsciously stepped back and back again.

Great crisis! Stay overnight with these two tents, and tomorrow the tribe will have to hold a funeral for themselves!

Uh... The Snow Werewolf seems to occasionally funeral?

The trough is a big crisis anyway!

The skin of the Snow Werewolf will dissipate heat, so you must sleep in a place that can block the wind, otherwise you can’t hold your body. With the Snow Werewolf tribe’s protection of cubs, Xiao Yun doesn’t think the tribe will accept himself to sleep by the fire. ——There is no other choice! Xiao Yun took a few steps back and slapped Thrall on the shoulders of the pot washing. His expression was particularly firm: "No, uncle, Thrall and I sleep."

"Uh?!" Thrall's body trembled.

"Ah?" Ah Shan scratched his scalp, looked at Thrall and then looked at Xiao Yun, "That's okay, don't bite him when you sleep at night."

"Ah?!" Thrall sat on the ground.

"Relax, my sleep is not that bad." Xiao Yun quickly comforted Thrall.

"..." Thrall smiled like he was about to cry.

In fact, if you have a choice, Xiao Yun does not want to be infinitely similar to the sharp brother, the body is not as exaggerated as the Snow Werewolf, but also slightly ecstasy Thrall squeezed together overnight, but... there are two or thirty tents in the tribe, really Only Thrall’s tent is not so garbage-like...

The considerable area inside the square roof tent is used to pile all kinds of fur. This is the property of the tribe. The other half is the activity space of Thrall. A small fire surrounded by stones is used to heat the fire nearest the door. There is a layer of hay on the ground, and a few pieces of animal skins. This is Thrall’s bed.

Thrall does not have such a strong body as the Snow Werewolf, and it is not easy to beg on the grassland. The Snow Werewolf can lie down and sleep. He must also set up a fire, catch a small hand of insect-repellent grass and burn it to ashes Around the bed-Xiao Yun's visual observation of this insect-repellent grass is like a dried chrysanthemum. In the memory of the original owner, this pyrethrum grows a lot in the south of the grassland. The snow werewolf will go out every summer to give Thrall collected it back... In order to feed this guy, the Snow Werewolf did not bother.

Xiao Yun could see that Thrall was a little afraid to spend the night with himself, and did not squeeze on his bed. He was indeed not interested in approaching the bed full of adult male sweaty smell. He took Kuaishui hide and lay down on the ground. After going up, there is no mobile phone computer to affect his sleep quality, Simmons and animal skin bed is no different.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Xiao Yun suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Thrall, who was snoring slightly in the dark-he realized later that Thrall suddenly became so afraid of him, and the Snow Werewolf didn’t believe in power and chaos, but Human beings believe.

The Snow Werewolf is blind to his (Ayun) changes. As long as he (Ayun) is his own clan, the Snow Werewolf will not treat him as an outsider. The Snow Werewolf is completely unconnected, but... the human beings born of various gods worshipped by the fear of nature will think of these idealistic things, and they will also believe firmly.

Xiao Yun clearly remembered that Thrall was very close to himself when he first woke up, but when he took a few wools to collect a lot of wild vegetables, he also induced horns and he went to the river to process wild pork, After catching the fish, Thrall began to alienate himself obviously... he probably reacted at that time that he was too different from the original Ayun, and thus generated various guesses-in short, Thrall doubted his origin. .

Xiao Yun slowly exuded a drop of sweat on his forehead...

To be honest, with this whole day of contact and sorting out the memory of the original owner, Xiao Yun was not very worried that Thrall would preach his anomalies to the clan-the propaganda was useless, the Snow Wolf were absolute materialism, only believe What they can see, or the entire grassland nation is not a supporter of idealism... The tigers have a stronger single combat power than the snow werewolves, the cats have the ability to hunt, and the tauren knew how to use farming during the first ancestors. Obtaining food has its own strong survivability; these tribes on the grassland do not fear the power of nature like humans. When they see thunder, they think that the gods are angry and they have nothing to do with them.

Their poverty and backwardness are only due to the fact that their ethnic groups are limited by the means of survival and cannot grow to the extent that they can breed cities and even national civilizations. Under the circumstances that the main ethnic groups cannot grow, they naturally cannot touch the trilogy of civilization progress: understanding Nature, conquer nature, transform nature.

In such an internal small social environment, even if Thrall preached that Ayun was possessed by the devil, he would not allow this tribe to identify with him or even further expel Ayun, because the prairie tribe did not know or care what the devil is... Compared with the strange power of not making birds, it is their instinct to protect their cubs that is rooted in the genes.

Xiao Yun also saw the protection of the cubs by the Snow Werewolves from the memory of the original owner. It was at the beginning that he decided to return to the tribe-humans of different species will raise them as long as they are useful to the tribe, not to mention their own people. What.

But... Although there is a certain kind of confidence, Xiao Yun is still unavoidable. If he is not thrown into the grassland with the unbelieving backward ethnic group as the main body, he is thrown to the south of the human kingdom or It is the orc empire that has the national scale and the main belief in the east, so he designated it to survive for three days-he must be killed-perfect disguise as another person to integrate into this skill, only specially trained agents can do it In general, people still wash and sleep.

"The protagonist's coffee, the protagonist's coffee..." Xiao Yun patted his chest, no longer scared himself, closed his eyes and slept in the past, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow, to imagine those non-existent things completely A waste of energy.

It was still dawn, and the patriarch went out with the clan responsible for the grazing work. I didn’t even think about trying to test Ayun, a clan who showed "abnormality". I just instructed the three young men left behind to work hard to collect wild vegetables today. Later, he brought back the rest of the clan for dinner... The snow werewolf's pragmatic way of thinking can be seen.

When Xiao Yun woke up, he had no time to find Thrall to resolve the misunderstandings between the two parties. He went directly to his collapsed tent and pinched his nose to find for a long time, and found two black bags of black beans belonging to his private property. .

Said "private property", it is better to say that it is the ultimate reserve grain that the patriarch gave to each tribe when harvesting black beans... On days when the road was completely closed to food in heavy snow, the tribe had to rely on these two bags of black beans to continue their life. And the public black beans are piled in the patriarch's tent.

The original owner’s memory of the black bean is relatively clear. Xiao Yun’s brain still has the image of the black bean before the harvest period: the plant height is about half a meter, the resurrected leaves on the plant are oval, and the flowers are purple butterflies The corolla is shaped like a string bean. The size of black beans is slightly larger than that of soybeans, and the bean skin is smooth and full. It needs to be dried in the harvest.

This black bean is not the same as the horse feed bean that Xiao Yun saw when he was a child in the countryside. The number of pods per plant is not as much as the horse feed bean, but it is not the original soybean. It is hard to turn the memory of the original owner before thinking of this soybean. The bean seeds were given by Tauren, that is to say, before the black soybeans were planted by the grassland people as emergency food, they have been domesticated by Tauren.

"Even if Yuan Longping had been domesticated in the grassland, it would be degraded after so many years of cultivation. It is better to persuade the patriarch to send someone to ask the tauren for new seeds before the spring of next year."

Recalling the tauren who almost refused the help of foreigners in the memory of Xiayuan Lord, Xiao Yun gave those who were pure vegetarians a very high evaluation...

The taste of this black bean when cooked is quite ecstatic. Anyway, Xiao Yun didn’t want to eat it once after eating it once, but if it was processed into bean sprouts, Xiao Yun felt that even the wild vegetables with mud can be eaten with relish. The werewolves will certainly not refuse.

Only bean sprouts that can be sprouted in the family of modern society. In this poor, fart snow werewolf tribe will still encounter problems... The first difficulty to face is that there is no bean sprouts. The only two wooden barrels in Sarna are the water-collecting tools for everyone in the tribe, and Xiao Yun cannot take them.

No matter... Xiao Yun put the leather bag, and went to find the horns brother.

The horns have gone out to go hunting and patrol. His tent tastes bigger than Ayun’s original tent. Xiao Yun only looked into it and died. He stood in the door and looked at him for a long time, really letting him find A tool: a real horn knife with a length of forty centimeters, a curved tip, and a sharpened tip.

Pinching his nose, he rushed in and took out the horn knife, and Xiao Yun went on to find a helper...that is, three wools that were using vine grass to make trawl mats.

The Snow Werewolf, which requires all tools, is also a little hands-on. The vine grass everywhere on the grassland is the most commonly used processing material of the Snow Werewolf. It is a trawl for cow dung, a mat for food, a mattress for sleeping, and even a tent. It is used to tie wool felt.

Wool sits on the ground with three legs crossed and is tearing off the skin of the vine grass. Xiao Yun also squatted down and looked at it. This vine grass is a bit like an elder bean vine. The little finger is thick and the vine body is straight, full of toughness. After the vine skin, the exposed vine body is relatively smooth.

"Well..." Xiao Yun pulled his hand and tried the toughness of the vine grass. His mind suddenly thought of something and got up and rushed to Thrall's tent.

Thrall, who was sitting in his tent nibbling cheese for breakfast, was startled by Xiao Yun who rushed in: "Ah, Ayun..."

Xiao Yun ignored him and ran directly to his bed, reaching out his devil's claws... A large handful of hay came out of it, and he rushed out with it again.

Thrall: "?!"

Xiao Yun sat next to the three wools holding the hay, took a piece of wool and worked hard for a long time to remove the vine grass. He used his hand to draw out a rough shape similar to the sole of the shoe, knotted around a bend, and then circled around again. Go up and fix the shape to make the sole, and then use the remaining length to pull out the upper frame-thanks to his old lady who likes to watch TV at home to make handmade cloth shoes. How to make handmade shoes. He has not seen how many times he has watched since childhood.

The vine grass can't be made too dense, and the hole in the middle is very large. At this time, it is necessary to rely on Thr to collect the hay for drying as the bed, pinch a few hay and twist it into a rope shape, and carefully and carefully wrap the vine grass A few minutes later, a pair of primitive straw shoes made of vine grass and hay, one size bigger and ugly in shape, could not be seen.

The three young men of Wool couldn't understand what Xiao Yun was doing, and looked at him dullly.

Xiao Yun admired his craftsmanship, and then looked at his dirty feet, um... he disliked the mud at the foot of A Shan three feet thick, in fact, he was not much better, wearing such new shoes with such dirty feet is simply Spoiled.

So he ran into Thrall's tent again, and took out the two buckets of water that people mentioned earlier...

If there is no footbath, then stand on the stone used to sit, carefully wash away the old mud on the feet with water, don’t say, don’t rinse, don’t know, just rinse...the washed water is so dirty that it can’t be seen. ...

Two buckets of water are enough for Xiao Yun to wash his feet. He raised his feet, dried them in the eyes of the Thralls who had run out of wool and a mist of water to see the snake's disease, and then put them on In the straw shoes he prepared-Thrall chose softer, tougher and smoother types when choosing straws as the bed. Although they are not comfortable when they are worn on the feet, they are more comfortable than walking directly on the ground. It must be heaven and earth.

Walking around the tribe in straw shoes, Xiao Yun felt that the shoes had room for processing, so he entered Thrall's tent again...

Thrall, as a tribe's leathermaker, really had corners cut from the leather in the tent. Xiao Yun found a wider one from the pile of corner leather, put it in the shoes and put it on-very good, The soles of your feet are so comfortable!

Wear these shoes and run around in the tribe, not to mention the few wools that don't wear shoes, Thrall's eyes are straight-Thrall's shoes are a whole piece of animal skin wrapped on the feet, not breathable There is no layer of vine grass underneath, and the feet still hurt when you step on hard objects.

The successful Xiao Yun flirted with a few wool towards the wool: "Wearing this will be fine even if you step on the crushed stone and bone **** hard, how do you want it?"

"Ayun teaches us quickly!" The wool shined brightly.

"No problem, but I taught you to make shoes, and you have to do something for me." Xiao Yun smirked like a grotesque who tempted Little Loli.

"No problem!" The three young men spoke in unison.

Thrall watching everything happen in front of him: "..."

Not guilty of any snow werewolf is Thrall’s purpose of survival. He knows the military gap between him and the snow werewolf (even cubs), so even after finding "Ayun" wrong, Thrall’s choice is just not. Eat the wild vegetables collected by "Ayun", hold back the wild boar and fish pieces that have not become delicious, and only bury his head to eat his own black beans; if possible, Thrall still hopes that this "Ayun" can communicate with the tribe Coexistence... He can't live without the help of the snow werewolf, otherwise he can't live on the grassland for half a day. Only by sleeping in the snow werewolf can he not be afraid of the distant beast roar that can be heard every night.

"...For now, "He" should not want to destroy the peace of this tribe."

Thrall glanced sadly at Xiao Yun, who had coaxed the three young men around, returned to his tent and sat down to make leather. In the human society, he is not a person who loves work. Anyway, he will not starve to death when idle, but the situation is different now. He has lost his home that has grown up to now and has enjoyed a superior life for more than 20 years. Now, in order for him to survive, he must let the Snow Wolf people always think that he has a worthy value.

Recalling the past, Thrall couldn't help feeling depressed and depressed. The monsoon on the grassland wrinkled not only his face, but his heart was blown by the cold wind that lasted at least four months every year. hole.

Thrall was self-pitying here, and suddenly, a few wools rushed into his tent like a wolf...

Thrall looked at him in surprise, but saw that the young men had taken away the hay he used to make the bed, and ran out like a gust of wind...

Thrall: "..."

The author has something to say: about the religious belief of the snow werewolf

In fact, we can find out by looking at the history of our people on earth, the more people with poor ability to bear the risk of survival, the more enthusiastic about superstition.

What religious mysticism and faith totem nobility preached by the two forced Wenqing were all in the long night. The trembling person's spirit collapsed and he had to find a sustenance before YY came out.

Replaced by the prosperous Tang and Fusong in the history of our country, I believe you are a ghost, and live a good life.

So from this premise to set the non-human grassland people in the uncivilized and wild times in a different world, I really don’t think that people can be full and support the crazy worship of gods...