Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel asked Janet to help him up, and they saw the cavalry on the horizon. There are a hundred horses, carrying a hundred strong riders and holding a hundred machetes. They drew an arc in the distance, then headed straight for the camp. Kerry went out with the warriors of the tribe, seventy foot soldiers and more than thirty riders. The loss of the horses was too severe, and the equipment was almost completely destroyed in the fire. Even their commonly used shotguns can't make one per hand. Kerry stood at the front of the crowd, holding the Ice Spear firmly, hoping that the prestige of this weapon would deter the enemy—but he more hoped that it was not the enemy.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend depends on the distance of the last two hundred meters. If they didn't stop, but kept going, the Jackdaw tribe would have the cavalry set out from the flanks, and the warriors would be ready to meet the cavalry charge in flesh and blood.

Those cavalrymen got closer and closer, and then started to slow down, just stopping at a distance of more than 200 meters. Only at this time did they play the flag: a square flag with the plain and the sun on it. That belonged to the Red Sun tribe, who, unlike the Jackdaws, had always been entirely nomadic, raiding other tribes when they were short of food and clothing—and when they were short of entertainment.

They only sent the second son of the tribal chief to the Jackdaw tribe's harvest celebration, but the next day they brought a large army of heavily armed men. Kerry was very nervous, wondering how his father would deal with it here, and what would happen to his brother? He was completely unprepared to become a chieftain, nor had he been taught about it. He has always thought of himself as a warrior, a pure warrior.

When the horse team of the Red Sun Tribe stopped, two horses broke away from the team and walked forward slowly. They were old and young, short in stature, but on the horse they stood up straight and sat firmly. The riders were tanned reddish-brown, and the beards on the chins were braided, seven in the older man and six in the other. According to their tribe's tradition, only warriors who have killed an enemy can braid their beards, and then increase the number as they gain new exploits, but only chiefs can use seven and generals can use six.

But that man was too young, looking only in his twenties, to be a general, so Kerry guessed he was a prince, just like Kerry himself.

The two stopped not far from Kerry, just three steps away from the giant's arms and the length of the ice spear. Kerry was not so sensitive to the battlefield yet, but Siegel, who had been trained in dwarf combat, had accurately calculated the distance and understood the meaning involved: those two men were absolutely battle-hardened and had keen combat intuition. , perhaps they still have no intention of giving up their hostility. So Siegel holds the wand in one hand, takes the dry food from Janet in the other, and shoves it twice to restore his strength and energy.

The giant was tall and big, and even standing on the ground could look up at the chief riding on the horse, which made the two members of the Red Sun tribe very embarrassed. According to the etiquette on the northern grasslands, when two equal parties meet, one party should stand on the ground, and the other party should not bow immediately, otherwise it will be regarded as an insult. But after dismounting, they could only look up at the giant according to their height, and Chief Red Sun didn't want to be left behind, so he pretended to know nothing and stayed on the horse.

"Giant, it really lives up to its reputation, like a big bear." Red Sun Chief Sana said loudly, while laughing.

Kerry's head was bandaged, as were his shoulders and arms, and beneath the bandages was burnt skin, and below that was anger. But he has always restrained himself, 'The king should not be angry, only majesty'. These were the words of the father teaching his brother, when Kerry happened to hear it.

So he stretched out his big hand, tore off the bandage, and exposed his wound again. With some sticky skin down from the bandages, the ointment applied by the wizard slid down the giant's strong chest muscles, leaving a dark red trail. Kerry knocked the spear to the ground, and the blood of the frost giant was released, and the body was immediately covered with a layer of ice crystals, which re-frozen the wound. The ice guns echoed each other from a distance, and the snowflakes revolved around the tip of the gun.

Kerry took two steps forward and snorted softly, as if an indomitable Titan stood on the ground. The legs of the two horses were weak, and they knelt down with a neigh, and the rider above quickly jumped from the saddle, so as not to fall to the ground in embarrassment.

"It's too rude to meet people with your head covered. You can't let the knights from afar see their faces." Kerry waited for them to stand up straight before starting to speak. His size alone can catch up with the sum of the two opposites. This gives him an advantage when speaking. "As everyone sees now, I am Kerry the Giant, the new chief of the Jackdaw tribe."

"I saw the fire on the horizon last night, so I came to see it. I didn't expect that there was such a **** thing in your camp." Chief Red Sun pointed at the red dragon's corpse with a horsewhip and asked loudly: "What do we do? Let's make a deal. You give me the dragon's body, and my cavalry will find your enemy and catch them and kill you. What do you think?"

"I welcome you to do this." Kerry looked at the other party's eyes and said slowly, "But who is the enemy and who is innocent, we have the final say."

"Damn, then aren't we mercenaries? We've become chores for you?" Chief Red Sun threw his whip, spat on the ground, and then cursed. "You stinky little devil, you are tall and hairy, and you are not a camel! You only need wolves that eat meat and drink blood on this grassland, and those who eat grass and rot should be obedient."

Kerry took another step forward, covering everyone within the attack range. He picked up the spear and stabbed, directly piercing the head of Chief Sana's horse and nailing it to the grass. The two of them were startled, they quickly jumped to the sides, and with two swoops, they took out the machete they were carrying, and the blade was shining with white light. The soldiers on both sides looked nervously at the three people in the center of the field, all clenching their weapons.

The giant stepped forward and ripped open the flesh on the horse's neck at once, and blood spurted out, forming a stream. "Come on, Chief Sana, the flag bearer of the Red Sun Tribe, thank you for your blood and flesh. You see, I just got into a fight and got injured, and I have a good appetite!"

After speaking, he leaned down and took a sip. His throat trembled, and blood slowly trickled down the corners of his mouth and neck. The two members of the Red Sun Tribe, armed with weapons, stood one step away from the giant and noticed that his neck was not protected in the slightest.

It can't be said that there is none at all. There is a layer of burnt flesh and a layer of ice crystal armor on the outside.

Just when he was stunned, Kerry raised his head. His mouth was red with blood, and he bit a piece of raw horse meat, chewed it twice and swallowed it. Kerry held the horse's neck in both hands, and looked at Chief Red Sun with two blue eyes, and said, "Come and eat meat?"

Chief Red Sun laughed and walked up with a machete. He cut open the horse's belly, reached in and pulled out the heart, and handed it to Kerry: "This is my gift to you, chief of the Jackdaw tribe, Kerry the giant. You are so tall and strong, you should eat something. The real good stuff is!" Kerry swallowed the heart in a few bites, and then the two hugged hard.

Because of this, the Red Sun Tribe has been a loyal follower of the Jackdaw Tribe since that day, and the two tribes later maintained this bond more firmly through marriage. At the tribal king meeting, when someone mocked Chief Sana's height and doubted his bravery, the chief would say: "Damn, you think you are tall, go and find Kribibi! We But we squatted on the ground together and had a relationship with a horse. Damn, it's still my own horse!"

The Red Sun tribe only left twelve cavalry to protect the chief, while the prince and other riders turned around and went to the tribe to prepare some tents to be transported to help the Jackdaw tribe rebuild. Kerry's wife Myrcella sent a messenger to ask the father and brother of the Black Wolf tribe to lend a helping hand. She had only been married for two years and still maintained a high prestige in the original tribe.

After that, everyone can finally start to concentrate on rebuilding from the ruins. Kerry also wandered around to find Siegel's rest area. The giant had already arranged for a warrior to take care of his brother, and he had set up a fire for him, and while he was cooking the meat from the dead horse in the pot, he was roasting some potatoes over the fire.

Kerry let the soldier go and made a servant himself. Janet sensed that Kerry had something to say, so she excused herself to go outside to find some vegetable soup. When no one else was around, Siegel found Kerry pale and shaking. "I thought today was the end, and I was terrified." Kerry admitted, "When I saw my father being engulfed in darkness, I felt like I was going to die, and when I saw the tent was set on fire~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ I was desperate to think of Myrcella when she was still inside, I just wanted to grab her body and die in the flames. You are the only one fighting outside, so thank you for saving me , saved the whole tribe."

"You saved Janet too, didn't you?" Siegel said with a smile, "We are all survivors, so don't talk so much nonsense."

"Survivor, what a heavy word." Kerry looked down at the fire, then shook his head: "The living are higher than the dead. My father taught me this. I always thought that the right to live was above everything else. It is only now that I understand that it is because the living have greater responsibilities and burdens on their shoulders, like a mountain, so they are higher than the dead. Not long ago, I thought that I would die under the cavalry of the Red Sun tribe. What it does is kill as many enemies as possible. Do you see the gap between our weapons and theirs? I see short bows next to their horses, they can kill us with just shooting arrows. In fact, the Red Sun tribe It's not the most troublesome, like Wild Bear, Broken Bone and Rush, who have been suppressed by us all the time, maybe now they are looking for an opportunity to trouble us."

"You always have allies," Siegel said. "I think there are many other tribes who survived this disaster. They were your father's friends, and they are still your friends."

"That's right, a few tribal chiefs who participated in the harvest celebration survived, and most of the others were burned to death. This matter needs to be explained to their tribe, but in the process of explaining, we must not appear to be too much for the Jackdaw tribe. Weakness—no more wolves covet now. Siegel, you're a smart man, think of something for me."