Struggle in the Steam Age

"Guest, what guest?" Lawrence thought a little puzzled, because the other side of the passage was the wilderness inside the island, and the various dangers inside made Lawrence not intend to solve the wilderness and various problems in the wilderness in a short time. So he couldn't think of any intelligent creatures other than monsters coming from that direction.

It is true that there are also aboriginal humans on the island, but this does not make the guards describe it as a strange guest. And whether it is a goblin or any other monster, it is even less worthy of the word guest. As for the colonists who want to come here, they must take a boat instead of going through those dangerous primitive jungles.

With such doubts came the next afternoon, Lawrence finally met the so-called strange guest in the restaurant of his temporary office building. What he didn't expect was that this guest was actually a cow... Uh, A tauren. To be precise, it was a very young female tauren.

Covered in brown and white hair, the tauren looked nearly three meters tall if standing up. Fortunately, the ceiling of the restaurant in the temporary room was high enough so that she didn't poke the pair of big horns on the ceiling when she came in.

The clothes on her body are very simple, only a small vest similar to the one that Lawrence saw in his previous life for women's sports and a short skirt that is less than knee height. Wearing a pair of tattered straw sandals. After getting closer, Lawrence found that these clothes were made of a very rough plant fiber, which looked more like medical gauze than cloth.

In addition to clothes, the female tauren also wore a necklace made of bones and teeth of various animals around her neck, and a bracelet of the same texture on her wrist. Most of them are made of flat beads ground from goblin skulls, with the teeth of some ferocious beasts that are difficult to deal with at first sight, and some of them still have a faint magic breath lingering on them.

When the tauren was sent over, Lawrence was looking for the location of the future granary together with several engineers in the same city as Nora. So when he returned home after choosing a place, he saw that the tauren had already had dinner accompanied by his father and the future hostess Safiel.

There are all kinds of food piled on the dining table, ranging from dried meat and fish to food cooked with fresh ingredients from the canteen downstairs. According to Butler Bayer who accompanied Lawrence in just now, this is because Mr. Lambert ordered to take all the food on hand and serve it together.

"Father must be suffering from research addiction again." Hearing what the butler said, Lawrence immediately guessed what his father was thinking. After all, like Lawrence, he was very curious about why a creature like the tauren, which seems to be a purely herbivore, is omnivorous.

Fortunately, the tauren didn't feel anything wrong, but was very satisfied with the various dishes on the table. In her eyes, this group of humans can be said to be very enthusiastic, and they can actually come up with so many varieties of food for her to choose from.

"Mr. Lord, hello!" After seeing Lawrence walking in, the tauren swallowed the food in his mouth, glanced at Mr. Lambert to confirm the identity of Lawrence, stood up and greeted him. "The trainee shaman of the Ironhoof Tribe, Orchid Ironhoof pays tribute to Mr. Earl."

"Sit down, sit down, and eat first." Looking at the tauren who stood up and almost pushed his horns to the ceiling beam, Lawrence quickly made a movement of pressing down his hands to let him sit down. Otherwise, seeing such a fluffy giant standing in front of him is still a bit psychologically stressful.

There is no so-called lingua franca in this world, and most nations have their own languages. However, for the convenience of communication, Frans is often chosen as the medium of communication when there is a language barrier among the western nations of the Old World.

However, the language spoken by this tauren is a strange mixed language, mainly Visby language, which is mixed with Briton, Frans, and part of the native language of the tauren.

Lawrence thinks this may be because the tauren on this island first came into contact with immigrants from the Holy Visby Empire, so they learned part of the Visby language. But after the immigrants were forced to leave, they naturally lost contact with humans, so it is normal for the language that has been passed down to change.

Fortunately, several people present can speak Visby, Briton, and Frans, especially Mr. Lambert, who is a clergyman, has received training from the church on how to communicate with those intelligent creatures who do not understand the language. So everyone can still communicate.

After saying hello, Lawrence also sat down at the table and started eating. On the one hand, it was because he had been running around several construction sites in the port area all afternoon, so he was really hungry. On the other hand, he found that the tauren named Lanhua Iron Hoof was a little nervous, so he simply chose to eat and chat to ease the tension.

Sure enough, the young tauren also relaxed after seeing the lord Lawrence eating his dinner with great gulps. And Lawrence also thoroughly understood the cause and effect of the matter from him.

There is a large hilly area more than 30 kilometers east of the entrance and exit of this plain, where the hometown of the orchid iron hoof and the tauren is. They used to live on the plain where Lawrence was, but they had to move eastward under the force of goblins.

"Actually, those hilly areas are more suitable for us." Orchid Iron Hoof said, "After all, the hilly areas are drier and cooler than the coastal areas. Unlike here, although we can get more food, we stay here After a long time, you will suffer from various diseases due to damp heat."

After a brief conversation, Lawrence finally knew what this group of tauren did after the humans left: after the humans withdrew, the tauren who could not trade with humans for their necessities chose to leave here and return to the island internal. This is not only because of the continuous harassment of goblins, but also the problem of being more prone to diseases.

After returning to the interior of the island, this group of tauren divided into several tribes and occupied the hilly area deep in the island. And with the help of the local complex terrain to block the invasion of goblins.

Unlike the Niujiaowan Plain, which is easy to attack and difficult to defend, this hilly area has a lot of places where one man guards the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it. And in this kind of place that pays more attention to individual combat effectiveness. The tauren, whose combat power is far superior to the goblins, only need a small number of people to block the goblins' attack.

"When we retreated into the hilly area, there were more than 2,000 people and 17 tribes. Now it has reached more than 3,700 people and 22 tribes." Orchid Iron Hoof said in his final summary of the Tauren situation.

"So that's the case!" Lawrence nodded seriously, and then asked a question. "I'm curious about one thing, why you passed out in front of our fortress."

"Because I am a trainee-level shaman, I need to spend a lot of time in the wild to comprehend the nature and the souls that exist in nature. So every year I stay in the wild for more than four months." Orchid Iron Hoof said Here, an embarrassed look appeared on his face. "But I didn't expect that many goblins suddenly appeared in places where there should not be many goblins."

"At first I thought it was just a small group of goblins, but after I took out two teams and killed more than 20 goblins, I found that the road back to the tribe was full of goblins, and at that time they also found me. So I can only side Fight them while running to where there are fewer goblins. Finally I passed out from fatigue and hunger after seeing your human guardians."