Son of the Olden Days

Raz shook the first snow on his hat, and then buckled the hat on his little furry head again.

This is a hat snatched from human territory, soft leather, fairly fine stitches.

Raz has owned it for almost a year, and has been using it very cherished. Its original owner was a little human girl, but Raz did not hurt the opponent's life when snatching it.

The goblin clan can only say that they have a little understanding of animal husbandry. There used to be a flock of sheep in the camp a few years ago. Unfortunately, on the sunset of that winter, the flock of sheep seemed to be infected with some unknown disease. In the end, they could only kill and eat. meat.

So there was a short feast in the camp, and then some people starved to death as in previous years.

Since then, there has been almost nothing to raise in the camp. It is one aspect that it can not be raised. The key is that this barren borderland, there seems to be nothing to raise except monsters or wolves.

Goblins are not a picky race, leaves, grass roots, insects, berries, and they can eat a lot. It seems that there are many choices, but it is a pity that food has always been the main problem faced by the camp every year. Every goblin knows that life has never been easy.

Later, the elderly wise men in the camp said that since beasts cannot be effectively kept in captivity, then humans should be kept in captivity.

The so-called captive breeding is actually not a sophisticated method.

To put it bluntly, when snatching or conflicting with humans, if the opponent is already unable to resist and can not harm the opponent's life, try to keep one hand, so that the opponent can create more value before the next plunder.

Since then, the camp will visit the human neighbor several times a year.

The Tide Village is too far away. I used to hit ash stumps twice in the early years, but it didn’t take advantage of it, so what was left was... Oh, what was the name of the last human settlement?

Forget it, the name is not important, as long as it is very close to the goblin's camp and there are humans there.

The words of the wise always make sense. Although this human settlement is pitifully small, and they are almost as poor as the goblin clan from a material level, they still turn out some good things every time they go.

For example, food, farm tools, fur, or this hat on my head at the moment.

After all, this hat was still a bit bigger for his head, and it was a little loose when worn, but Raz didn't dare to change it at will. After all, his sewing skills were really limited.

Later, the clever Raz wrapped some cloth on his head and made his head bigger. Finally, the hat no longer loosened. When it was buttoned down, it was just enough to put his two small ears into the hat, so that life would be very good.

Winter is really an annoying season.

Taking advantage of the time when the heavy snow is completely piled up in the winter, the team will visit the human settlements for the last time this year. This is related to the quality of life of the entire tribe during the winter, and it is also related to whether anyone will starve to death this year.

Xiang Kong exhaled warmly, Raz turned his head and looked at the enthusiastic comrades who were walking in the snow next to him, holding the torch with enthusiasm, then lowered his head and took out his own clock and glanced at it. The pointer moved two more squares. To the place.

Thinking of human being's delicious hot vegetable soup and fragrant bread, Raz with a short bow can't help but see more eagerness in his eyes.

However, something seems to be wrong this time.

As soon as a grid of the clock was finished, Raz saw a neat row of torches appearing on the small hill in front, and at the same time many torches appeared on both sides of the team, even... behind him?

Raz had a brief stupefaction, and had never encountered such a situation in previous years. Humans have always seen themselves and their people, and they ran back to the settlement to beat the copper basin in a panic. Just like three months ago, how dare they run out today?

Wait, the number of them seems to be much more than before, and this encirclement...

"Enemy attack!" Raz finally let go of his throat and let out a sharp shout, and the clansmen around also responded.

Although the sound is connected into a film, it has no effect except to increase the chaos of the team.

Goblin's tactics have always been very rough, it can even be said that there is no. The way they are used to is to surround some tall single targets in groups, and then slowly pass away.

There is still some distance between the humans in the four directions, just when Raz wants to organize the team to retreat. Suddenly two humans holding torches rushed out from both sides, and one came from behind.

Raz subconsciously stared at the human in the direction of retreat, and then fear quickly enveloped his whole body.

His speed is so fast, like a wild boar running wild in the wilderness, his feet are fast, the dirt is flying, and the black coat is flying.

He slammed the torch while running, and then Raz saw with his own eyes that the rotating torch hit the head of a fellow clan and bounced into the air again. Then the same clan wandered around two laps in place, and then fell into the snow.

The guy in the black coat obviously carried a long sword but didn't use it. He just rushed into the team and knocked over several of his clan with his fists. Several other people of the same clan tried to throw stones and bows at his ghostly figure, and then... smoothly defeated a few of his own.

Raz had never seen that human before, it was simply a monster.

But soon Raz didn't have time to take care of the monster, because he also came in this direction.

This is a lizard man wearing a funny helmet, but his attack is not funny, holding a stick like a firewood in each hand, waving vigorously. Even the lizard's tail that swept when he was spinning could knock his little clan down.

The battle happened quickly and ended sooner.

From start to finish, Raz didn't have time to take off the short bow he had always been proud of and shoot a few arrows, or he didn't dare. Because the three lunatics who broke the team were too strong, an invisible shock grabbed his throat.

If he couldn't shoot him to death with an arrow, he would turn his head and he would be dead. Raz's hunch was clear.

"Let down your weapons and surrender to life!"

The surrounding humans gradually narrowed their encirclement, and raised their weapons to surround them, shouting neat slogans.

Looking at the shivering comrades around him, Raz was a little angry, but more sad. The old and weak in the camp this winter may be starving to death.

Before Raz had any more thoughts, the human in the black coat had already rushed over and pressed Raz into the snow like a hand. Then Raz tied his hands behind his back, and his beloved hat rolled aside.

Saul clapped his hands and looked at the battlefield. This battle...well, it was a bit boring, not even a warm-up for himself.

This result was almost guessed before the battle. After seeing forty or fifty goblins walking into the encirclement with torches, Thor decisively gave up the idea of ​​training soldiers. This number of three people is enough.

The key is that an enemy of this level can't train any soldiers. If the chaos caused unnecessary casualties by these minorities, it would not be worthwhile, so the three of Sols directly took action and quickly settled the battle.

The three directly gave up their sharp weapons, and only relied on their physical abilities to disperse the enemy team, and there was no need to cause any killing. There is a scarce population in the territory right now, and every goblin is free labor, but it can't be beaten to death.

This is the goal that Thor set a few days before the winter, all that can be captured alive, first swallow the main goblin power, and then backhand pull out the old and weak goblin camp and it's done.

The only thing that made Saul dissatisfied was that at first some people in the settlement said that every time a goblin looted, there were more than a hundred numbers, which now seems to be exaggerated. But the power of war is so small, it is not difficult to say that the total population of the entire goblin camp is estimated to be no more than 100, which is too small.

Saul estimated that this was almost all their combat power. If there were more people, they could carry the spoils even if they didn't participate in the battle. This was the correct attitude to plunder.

Taking all the ropes in the settlement was still not enough, only **** more than half, so that the remaining goblins could only line up, and the humans carried their weapons to drive them behind and moved towards the direction of the settlement.

It is said that four or five goblins ran away in the chaos, and Saul didn't care about this. In this snowy winter, where they could go besides running back to the camp, anyway, in the end, they were all in one pot.

Seeing the closing crowd clapped their hands, Sol suddenly remembered that two years ago, in the winter of the new town, he was still talking to Kletty in the tree, but two years later he ran to the northern border. Come and wrestle with the goblins.

Life is really unpredictable.

The team returning to the settlement was cheered by the left-behind leaders. People talked about the shining victory, said the team had no casualties, and talked about how brave and inhumane Lord Sol is, and fell into their own carnival.

The goblins were all driven into the pasture pens that had been built on the mountain. The sheds that were originally intended to be reserved for large areas of livestock in the territories in the future have been covered. At this point, the number of goblins is not even half full of the herd.

Drive all the goblins in, and arrange people around you to guard them carefully.

As for this winter, the goblins may be crowded in the barn for the winter. In terms of cold, just add a circle of baffles along the fence at that time, and they will be able to squeeze together to keep warm. Anyway, it would be nice to survive, but what else do you want a meteor hammer?

The only thing that made Saul happy was that he tried to communicate with the goblin in the lingua franca of the mainland, and found that it was not needed at all. They all speak well in human language. They are obviously an intelligent race, and their level of intelligence is not low.

This is very good. It is definitely unrealistic to raise such a bunch of little things for nothing, even if Sol can afford it. They will eventually complete the transformation of slaves into leaders, contribute to the construction of the territory, or be completely eliminated.

To dominate other races, the cultural gap has always been a big problem. If the language is unsuccessful and backward, it can only be used as a cool effort. But now that we can communicate, there are many things to talk about, and future control will be much simpler.

In a barren land like the border, every intelligent life has the value of drawing in, so let's use it first.

So after the regular carnival feast in the domain was over, Thor picked a little guy named Raz out and took him to a room alone. It is said that he has some status in the camp, similar to... Well, the country nobleman might.

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