Chapter 62 Accident

Due to time constraints, Dean did not hide the snow bear's body in some inaccessible place, but it was not easy to find.

At least, when Dean dug out the huge corpse, it took about twice as long as before.

Then, Dean didn't hesitate at all, the weird blade of [Devil Blood Dagger] pierced directly from the snow bear's eyes - Dean hoped not to damage the snow bear's fur, after all, the snow bear's fur It can be regarded as one of the most high-end decorations near Tyreland.

Its value is very expensive.

Whether in the town of Tyre, or in the tribe of the barbarians.

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

However, any fact will not change according to the will of the individual, at least, the one in front of him will not—

Just like the bandit leader, this snow bear was not only flesh and blood, but even its skin was swallowed by [Devil's Blood Dagger]. The white fur quickly turned yellow and withered, like weeds in late autumn.

Then, it completely lost its vitality.

【Strength +0.1】

Finally, when the sulfur breath disappeared, such a reminder appeared on Dean's character panel.

Undoubtedly, just one percent of the power is far beyond the average knight, and it is only natural that it can crush the average knight.

Even, according to the conversion of pure power, even the great knight is no match for this snow bear, almost comparable to the silver knight.

But in fact, a great knight can completely resist, and even kill the snow bear relatively easily; after all, apart from his own strength, the great knight also possesses skills and talents.

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

The fact that Dean was able to kill the snow bear is enough to explain something.

The pure attribute is powerful, maybe it is powerful, but it is definitely not absolute.

And looking at the prompt of [Power +0.1], Dean raised his eyebrows—obviously, Dean was hesitating whether to kill a few more snow bears to quickly increase his strength; One of the plans to go to the snowy jungle.

However, soon, the task of finding the source of soldiers went beyond this idea.

If he could reverse a war by himself, Dean would definitely improve his strength.

However, it is clear that this cannot be done.

Needless to say, the 'Blood Moon War' is only less than ten months away. 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 by himself.

As for your assassination?

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

But it is even more difficult to assassinate King Xiti. After all, King Xiti possesses the power of a golden knight——different from Dean’s incomplete gold-level power, King Xiti is not only a complete golden knight. Strength, and because of his special talent, far exceeded the general gold level; at least, in Dean's memory, there was never a successful assassination of the king of Xiti.

Not only Emerald, but Gao Sai also did such a thing, and the final result was that they lost three gold-level powerhouses.

Leaving aside Dean's promotion to gold level,

Just letting Dean improve his strength to the gold level in less than ten months is a fantasy in itself.

Therefore, the strange move cannot be implemented, and only a "face-to-face contest" is left.

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

...

According to the memory in his mind, Dean began to think about heading into the snowy jungle—of course, for safety's sake, he didn't advance very fast.

After all, he is not yet able to ignore the entire snowy forest.

Whether it's snow bears that haunt or thieves that may be ambushing, Dean needs to carefully avoid them one by one.

The former, once contacted head-on, Dean is absolutely dead.

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

Therefore, one must proceed cautiously.

Therefore, when the night of the next day shrouded the snowy forest again, Dean arrived at his original destination: a barbarian tribe that was not too big, even considered small, with a population of less than one hundred— - Such a small tribe, of course, cannot provide enough soldiers for Dean.

However, such a small tribe is a process that Dean must go through before he can get in touch with those big tribes.

After all, even though he is now the head of the Knights of Fetcheren, 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 classes, even stricter - patriarchs, elders, etc., completely control the survival of a tribe, and can decide the life and death of others with a single word.

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

Therefore, after seeing the tribe, Dean expressed his 'friendliness'——

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

Dean raised his hands high, and put the long sword and longbow on his body 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, and the currency does not really exist. If there is any need, it can be bartered.

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

The lingua franca with a strange accent rang out, and Dean followed what the other party said, meticulously.

Although the night had already enveloped the entire snowy forest, Dean was still able to glance at the stockade in front of him. There were no less than ten people holding their spears and javelins.

It is conceivable that once he made any unruly actions, he would be the target of attack the next moment.

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

At least, not inferior to a seasoned hunter.

"Are you a Tyrian?"

When Dean walked to the gate of the stockade, where the lights gathered, the strange voice sounded again, and at the same time a tall, strong figure came out—the oil paint on the other party's face, so that Dean could be sure that the other party He is the patriarch of this small tribe.

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

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

Brave, similar to the rank of knight.

"No, I'm a mercenary from the three southern counties, and I came here because of a mission to escort a caravan to White Night—however, in a battle a few days ago, my escort mission ended...we were defeated by bandits , the employer also died under the butcher's knife of the bandits, and only poor me was left, looking for the way back!"

Dean briefly introduced himself.

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

The barbarian patriarch pointed to the weapon on Dean.

For weapons, there is a special tradition among the barbarians - weapons cannot leave themselves, so they will not confiscate other people's weapons.

Of course, this is limited to strangers and friends.

If it is an enemy?

They don't mind stripping you naked and hanging you into an ice sculpture in the dense forest of the snowy field.

As for Dean's words?

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

"thanks, thanks!"

While thanking Dean, he took out a flagon and handed it over - obviously, this was his accommodation fee; and seeing the flagon in Dean's hand, the barbarian patriarch's eyes lit up, and he went straight He uncorked the bottle and took a sip.

As a patriarch, there are always some privileges.

For example: pick your loot in advance.

"Ha, it's the spirits from Tyre!"

With a heavy exhalation, the barbarian patriarch seemed very satisfied. He patted Dean on the shoulder, pointed to the felt tent in the distance, and said, "You can rest there. There is a fire inside to keep warm. There is also some food; however, the previous guests have almost used it... By the way, they seem to be businessmen going to White Night, if you want to find a job, you can go to them and ask!"

Apparently, the 'gift' that Dean picked worked.

The barbarian patriarch frankly confessed everything that can be said - the barbarians are as good as their bravery, but as a patriarch, besides that, they need a certain amount of brains.

The barbarian patriarch, therefore, only said what could be said.

However, this was enough to startle Dean—because Dean didn't expect that there would really be a caravan appearing here, and it was still when winter had almost arrived!

From the Emerald Kingdom to the White Night Kingdom, even if you start from the border of Tyre, you need to go through the entire snowfield jungle, and then go through the northern ice field before you can set foot on the White Night territory-and anyone knows that crossing the snowfield jungle , Northland ice sheet, summer is the best choice.

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

Then the town of Tire is the last supply point!

However, Dean can be sure that there has not been such a large-scale supply team in the town of Tyre in the past few days.

"What is it..."

Dean mused.

PS Decadence only came out of the mountains in the morning, and it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when I found the hotel, and then I started typing non-stop... As a result, it was still a lot late... Decadence prayed for support again~~~