I rely on you all to cultivate

Chapter 173 Why are you asking me?
Xu Ling sat on a chair in the abandoned government affairs hall, now the Kuliwushi meeting hall, holding teacups in both hands, and his face was full of contentment.

This fireplace is really cool.

Not far from him, Zhu Taran was talking with High Priest Kuliwushi. They had already exchanged greetings completely, and now the content came to the surrounding situation.

Xu Ling listened attentively, and found that some doubts had finally been answered.

On the snowfield of the Kingdom of Winter, there are still dozens of tribes, large and small, wandering among the ruins of the town just like Curry Wush, living by hunting weak monsters, and being hunted by powerful monsters.

But when Xu Ling first saw these people, he realized that although there were a lot of animal skins and fur on their clothes, they also had industrial products, clothing, boots, weapons, and daily necessities.

The paradox is that a nomadic lifestyle like theirs should not have an industrial foundation.

And the next words of the high priest gave him the answer: "We harvest monsters, oh no, in your terms they are monsters, their horns, hooves, eyes, and gems in their bodies, go to the immortal city to exchange for what we need Everything except shelter."

The Immortal City he mentioned refers to a city located in the center of the snowfield, the former capital of the Winter Kingdom. It has been expanded to several times its original size in a hundred years.

Now under the control of the self-proclaimed Royal Broken Eye tribe, all other tribes need to exchange materials from monsters or overflowing magic crystals with them if they want to obtain supplies, food, and weapons.

And the price, of course, has nothing to do with fairness.

The more Xu Ling heard it, the more he felt that it was outrageous. He didn't expect the Kingdom of Winter to become like this after being demonized.

That self-proclaimed royal tribe can be said to have enslaved dozens of other tribes to work for them, and the price of working is not time and energy, but life.

Like the people of the Sylet family, they lived in exile on the snowfield all day long, and when they earned enough materials, they went to the Immortal City to "pay tribute" in exchange for some daily necessities or just needs such as wheat and salt.

Probably for the sake of sustainable depletion, the Immortal City refused to allow any tribe to enter the city for shelter, allowing them to suffer both mentally and physically on the snowy field.

This kind of behavior of exchanging the lives of compatriots for resources will make capitalists feel sad when they hear about it, and slave owners will cry when they see it.

But in this way, a new problem arises.
"You have many tribes, but there is only one of them. Why don't you unite and fight in and take back that city?"

In order to shorten the distance between each other, Xu Ling deliberately talked about the Mandarin of Winter that he had learned on the way.

Hearing his question, the Kuliwushi people in the hall showed strange eyes, and some even laughed out loud.

The red-haired teenager Jialiluo snorted, stared at the floor and said coldly: "You are so whimsical."

He used an idiom, but Xu Ling couldn't understand it, so he smiled awkwardly and turned his eyes to the translator for help.

The interpreter hesitated a bit, and finally said tactfully: "What he meant was that it was very difficult."

Xu Ling shrugged his shoulders and muttered to himself: "It's difficult, it's difficult, what's wrong."

Sylet has now regarded Xu Ling as a friend, and shouted at the boy dissatisfied: "Gariluo, pay attention to your words, everyone in Xia Kingdom is our friend, they are very powerful."

Xu Ling understood this sentence, and he also understood that the red-haired boy must have said nothing good, but he didn't care, so he pulled La Sulete's arm as a signal.

And this big man can become one of the twelve selected warriors, so he naturally has a certain status in the tribe. He yelled at him, and Jialiluo snorted again, but he didn't dare to say more.

The High Priest and Zhu Taran, as the highest-ranking people present, looked at each other with dry smiles when they saw this scene, and then continued to talk.

But what Xu Ling said was actually Zhu Taran's question, so he asked tactfully, "Dear High Priest, is there anything special about that Immortal City?"

The high priest was mature enough to understand the meaning of his words, and replied: "General Zhu, maybe you don't understand, the Immortal City is not so much a city as it is a fortress."

"They built a towering city wall and set up powerful guns. Let alone dozens of our tribes, even if hundreds of them united, they would not be able to rush in at all."

Xu Ling frowned.

city ​​walls?guns?This kind of thing is not a threat to Warcraft and warriors at all.

Even if Sylet and the others haven't practiced martial arts, it's not a problem to resist an RPG with their physical strength, let alone that kind of thing can't hit him head-on.

Seeing the puzzled eyes of everyone in the investigation team, the high priest immediately added: "Don't talk about us, even those monsters, the king of the snow field, will be injured by those artillery."

Due to the large amount of information received, Xu Ling quickly sorted it out in his mind.

During the previous conversation, it was clear that the King of the Snow Field in the population of Kuliwushi was probably a beast king above the seventh rank, but normal guns could not pose a threat to such a powerful monster anyway, and as the leader of a tribe , the high priest has no reason to lie.

So there is only one truth!The guns of Immortal City are not normal things.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Taran, and found that there was no superfluous look on his face. Instead, he seemed to have known about it, so he realized that Sylet should have told the investigation team before.

Now to ask the other party, maybe just want to verify the authenticity.Although at present, it seems that Curry Wushi is just a small tribe on the snowy field, but it cannot be underestimated, after all, it is in someone else's home field.

The high priest continued: "Moreover, in the past hundred years, it is not that the divided tribes have tried to unite, but they have never been able to truly unite. We will always have conflicts for one reason or another, and finally let it go."

After listening to the translation, the members of the overseas investigation team couldn't help but secretly slander: they still want to split when they leave the country like this. No wonder they can't revive the country.

With an earnest smile on his face, the high priest changed the topic: "Well, General Zhu, you came from a long way this time, how many elite soldiers did you bring with you?"

He didn't even have time to ask more about Xia Guo's situation, so he directly said the question he was most concerned about.

Zhu Taran remained calm, and tapped his fingers on the armrest: "Well, there are hundreds of people."

He purposely answered ambiguously, apparently not intending to reveal the truth for the time being.

The other party nodded, then stood up, and bowed solemnly: "Although I am presumptuous, but I have a thick skin, I implore you to wish us a helping hand and save Curry Wushi from danger."

Zhu Taran helped him up first, and then said calmly: "I still want to ask, why are you so obsessed with getting Xia Guo to lend a helping hand, and even sent the most elite warriors of the tribe across thousands of miles in a desperate attempt? What is your crisis? "

The high priest's expression dimmed: "To tell you the truth, 100 years ago, the Kuliwushi tribe had 10,000+ people, but after traveling on the snowfield for so long, now, there are only 1 people left in this town. There are more than [-] people, if this continues, I am afraid that the catastrophe of extermination will not be too far away."

"As for your question, why do you ask for help at any cost?"

He devoutly drew a circle on his chest: "This is the guidance of the new god."

Yep, it's another babbling rhetoric.

Zhu Taran was still very cautious, and did not immediately agree, but said: "Please allow us to discuss, you know, this is a big deal."

After the translation, the high priest nodded to express his understanding, and the beautiful deacon also looked calm.

But many Kuliwushi people showed displeasure on their faces.

Their high priest is not only the manager of the tribe, but also the bridge to communicate with the gods and preside over the ceremony, and is the spiritual pillar of everyone.

But now, for the help of hundreds of strangers, he has to laugh, bow his head, and beg for mercy, which is unacceptable to the clansmen.

Someone couldn't help saying: "High Priest, you don't have to do this. Look, their arms are so thin and their statures are so short. Not to mention there are only a few hundred of them, there is no way to help us out of the predicament."

"That's right, the proud Kuliwushi people would rather die in battle than bow to others."

These words were spoken so quickly and urgently that even the translator had no time to translate them, and it was unnecessary, as everyone could feel their emotions.

"shut up!"

The high priest sternly stopped the noise of the crowd, "Now we are asking for help from others, put away your arrogance."

At this time, he changed from his previous old state, and his eyes were full of light, as if he had regained his youthful demeanor.

The rebellious spirit of the red-haired boy Jialiluo came up again, he stood up and took a step forward and said, "They are the ones who are arrogant!"

"High Priest, we sent twelve of the most powerful Chosen Ones to the north and asked for their help at the cost of their lives. Our attitude is low enough, but what about them?"

"They obviously have sufficient troops and countless people, but they are only willing to dispatch a few hundred people. They are just waiting to see a joke!"

It is always easy for a young man to think about problems from his own point of view, and get carried away by anger. He is completely unaware that the Xia people have no obligation to help them.

Perhaps because of the previous quarrel, when he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Xu Ling.

But who is Xu Ling?How could he shrink back because of the other party's unreasonable and rude aggressiveness, and stared back unceremoniously.

Zhu Taran came out to smooth things over: "Everyone, please don't be impulsive. Xia Guo has the highest respect and kindness for Curry Wush. If the time is right, we will definitely provide help as much as possible."

After the translator conveyed his meaning, Garylo did not wait for the high priest to respond, and snorted and said, "Help, you don't seem to be strong enough to help us. What is your support? It's the hundreds of people who are hiding. People, or this 'warrior' who might not even have seen blood?"

The man grabbed Xu Ling as if in a daze, and even pulled out his waist knife and pointed at him.

The faces of the people from the Xia Kingdom do look younger than the people from the Winter Country. In his eyes, Xu Ling, who is about to turn [-], is not much older than himself.

And he feels that he has hunted and killed two monsters with his own hands, and he is already a complete adult. The kid opposite him grew up in a stable environment, so he must not have as much experience as him.

In fact, not only him, but also other Currywushi people have similar ideas.

The Xia people are slimmer than them, with more delicate features, and they don't look like they have experienced many battles.

Seeing that the spearhead was aimed at him, Xu Ling took a light breath. He is not a good man and a believer, and he would have gone back a long time ago.

But now that he is outside the country, the other party can be immature and act recklessly, but he represents the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom, so he can't be impulsive. He looked at Zhu Taran from the corner of his eye, and found that the latter winked at him furtively.

After thinking about it for a moment, I understood what the officer meant, it was to make myself look good.

Xu Ling sat still on the chair and raised his wrist slightly.

"You ask me why, don't you? I'll tell you now."

Most of the Kullivush people present didn't see what happened at all, they just felt as if a silver light had flashed.

Zhu Taran was expressionless, and the high priest's eyelids twitched.

The deacon's body tensed for a moment, and Sylet exclaimed, "Xu Ling, don't."

After a few breaths, the others finally understood what happened. Now they all saw that a flying knife with a cold light was hovering in front of Jialiluo's throat. If it moved a little further, it could pierce his skin. , took his life.

And the yelling young man didn't even react at all, and he didn't even have time to dodge. He knew very well that if this was on the battlefield, he would already be dead.

Xu Ling sneered: "Is it clear now? That's all."

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