our family is gone

"There is basically no possibility of large-scale development in the mountains, whether due to geographical or climatic reasons. Perhaps they can be of some value in some necessary channels for transporting materials out."

"Uncontrolled logging. This is not the plains of Hamlet that can be converted into farmland for maintenance. Once there are no trees in the mountains, soil erosion will occur."

"The lingering mist in the mountains is probably the result of cold air from the glaciers moving northwards through the mountains and condensing into mist when it encounters warmth..."

The mountains outside have thawed for many days, but there are still many traces of ice and snow in the mountains. However, most of them have thawed and the roads are even more complicated. It is only because of the two of them that the large army would never be able to get in. This is also the confidence of the barbarians.

When Lance came in for the first time, he kept commenting on the mountains. Although Greendale hadn't been back for a long time, she was very familiar with the place and kept introducing the situation according to his words.

"In fact, most of the tribes are in the marginal areas bordering the empire. Even the big tribes dare not go deep into the mountains. They only go in when hunting pressure is high, such as autumn hunting, but usually it is just hunting and they will not stay for long."

Barbarians are also human beings, and they also need resources. Should they fight against all kinds of weirdness in the depths, or plunder agricultural civilizations? Obviously, they have made a choice in the long history.

Now, the words they casually said are actually bloody history, and now Lance is going to put an end to it all.

"In front of us is the largest tribe in the surrounding area. They believe in the tiger god. The warriors have abilities such as frenzy and transformation into wild beasts. The shaman priests can tame tigers and drive tiger spirits..."

"It feels like all the barbarians in the mountains can be combined into a zoo."

During the long list of introductions, Lance couldn't help but complain, and the other side quickly attracted the attention of the soldiers on guard nearby.

"who!"

Several people came over after hearing the shout. They looked at the two people who were walking closer, and they looked really excited and restless.

After being locked up for a long time, they were all bored and were eager to have some fun, whether it was fighting, killing, torturing slaves or... Their eyes were fixed on Greendale, their eyes were full of greedy desire.

"Shut up."

Of course there were still experienced warriors. Anyone with a little bit of brains knew what strength it took for two people to get here, so that person suppressed his teammates and tried to warn and drive the two away.

"Get out of here! You have entered the territory of our tribe."

Logically, Lance and the others should be angry at these guys' rudeness, but humans are too lazy to care about the thoughts of roadside ants.

Faced with the barbarian warrior's warning, the two men rushed in without even the intention of stopping.

"Send your clan leader and priest to see me."

To these young people, the two's calm attitude was actually a kind of contempt for them, which was unacceptable to them with their excessive self-consciousness.

Immediately, someone attacked the two people regardless of his companions' obstruction.

"Damn intruder, who are you talking to!"

"Imperial dog, this is..."

Before he could finish his second sentence, several tree roots sprouted out from the thawed ground and instantly pierced the few people who were still shouting.

The tree root pierced from below and pushed the man up. He struggled frantically and blood kept flowing out, but he could not even shout because the tree root pierced his throat. He could only feel his life passing away and then die.

Greendale didn't even take out her staff, it was as easy as killing a few bugs.

However, there was still one person left at the scene. To be honest, he didn't react at first, but his companions were all dead, and in this way, which scared him so much that his anus tightened.

Lance reacted calmly to this and even smiled and nodded at him.

"We mean no harm. Go tell your people who are in charge to come see me."

The only person left looked at that smile and inexplicably felt an uncontrollable fear, so he immediately turned around and ran back.

"The local barbarians are so rude." Lance simply sacrificed the corpses. Even though they only had a little spirituality, it was better not to waste it.

“That’s the only way you can talk to them, and that’s all they can understand.”

The two walked into the tribe, and saw that the buildings were basically made of wood and stone walls.

A large tribe would have at least a thousand people, basically all young and strong, of course there would also be some slaves or captives. The people in those tribes also liked to paint tiger-stripes-like patterns on their faces, which clearly distinguished them.

But Lance didn’t see any tigers either?

"Ouch!"

At this moment, a tiger roar was heard, and a sturdy man in a tiger-skin coat walked out of the crowd. You could see that the whites of his eyes were as bright yellow as the animal's pupils.

Behind him was a thin figure, also wearing tiger skin, a helmet made of tiger skull, a necklace of tiger teeth around his neck, and a strong tiger following beside him.

And there were tribal warriors who were constantly being summoned around to surround Lance and his men.

"It's you! How could it be..."

The two leaders immediately saw Greendale's iconic long green hair and her ability to control plants.

Even the two of them knew Greendale, or at least had seen her.

Greendale, or the Deer Head Tribe's reputation in the mountains played a role. The leader was willing to talk to some wise men in an attempt to achieve their goal.

"I want to end the struggle between the mountains and the empire."

Lance unceremoniously revealed his purpose, which was to end the ignorant, bloody and crazy existence, and he would bring a stable and prosperous life to the barbarians.

"What right do you have to say that?"

"Because I am the Lord of Hamlet, Bastia has returned to my jurisdiction, and so have the mountains." Lance knew how to talk to the barbarians. He stared at the man who questioned him and said, "Submit or die."

"Even an earl wouldn't dare to leave the army and come here alone. Do you imperial nobles think you can walk in the mountains just by relying on a title? You dare to kill my people!"

The leader immediately made a threat, but his eyes glanced at Greendale beside him. The meaning was self-evident. He believed that Lance's confidence came from the woman beside him.

The face of the Deer Head Tribe is no longer useful, or it is no longer valuable after their decline. "I don't care about this matter." But Greendale smiled contemptuously, with a playful look on her face. You have to know that it was not the barbarians who gave her face, but Lance.

"I knew it." Lance smacked his lips and looked a little bored, then he stood up and walked outside, waving his hand and signaling, "Go call the strongest people in your tribe over. Don't mention whether they are warriors or shamans, and don't mention how many people there are. Just call as many as you can."

This clearly meant a fight, and a one-on-one fight at that. Lance's rather thin figure made the barbarians suspicious.

At this time, Greendale became angry and asked, "What? Can't you find a single warrior in your tribe?"

When the shaman nodded, the elite members of the tribe quickly gathered together, and many people gathered around to watch the show. They almost unanimously supported their own family, which was normal.

"Who comes first?"

Lance just stood there, looking at those ferocious barbarian warriors without any reaction at all, and under such extreme contempt, the leader immediately took action, and he didn't even need weapons, because when he pounced, sharp claws actually grew out of his hands and grabbed out, just like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

This move immediately caused the surrounding barbarians to cheer loudly. They might not know what the two sides had just talked about, but fighting, and defeating the imperialists, was very much to their liking.

However, no one could even see Lance's move. The next second, the leader flew out amid the cheers of the crowd.

Suddenly there was a dead silence on the field, and some people didn't even have time to close their mouths.

"Don't waste my time, come on."

Lance's words aroused the madness of those warriors. The strong tribal honor drove them to rush forward and want to tear out the hearts and lungs of the enemies in front of them.

It’s just a pity that the gap in strength is too big. Lance just stands there like a mountain and no one can shake him.

Instead, those barbarian warriors flew backwards one by one. It was only because Lance controlled the strength well, otherwise their flesh and blood bodies would have been easily torn apart, instead of suffering these minor injuries.

The Tiger God Shaman finally couldn't stay any longer and started to cast spells to bless those warriors. The warriors also transformed into beasts at all costs, revealing a crazy scene.

But there was still no effect. Hundreds of warriors fell, and those who dared to stand up were gone. For a moment, despair enveloped the entire tribe.

"Why don't you let your tiger try?"

Lance's relaxed and casual demeanor didn't seem like the intense battle that had just taken down those warriors, but more like asking you what you want for dinner tonight.

No matter how stupid the shaman was, he knew that it would be useless even if he let the tiger go up, because just now he wanted to use the power of the tiger god to perform a secret spell to curse him, but there was no response at all.

"we lose."

This sentence made the tiger lower its head, but Lance did not care too much. He raised his hand and waved it, and the magical power of pardon acted on the barbarian warriors who were injured and wailing on the ground.

The next second, flesh and blood regenerated, broken bones were reconnected, and everything was restored.

This miraculous action immediately made the people in the tribe look at him with awe.

"If I can beat the Earl, I can certainly beat you, and I can do what the Earl can't do. The mountains that you think are your protection are useless to me.

Even if I don't take action, I can stop all merchants from entering or leaving the mountains with just one word. You have no supplies, can you survive the beast disease like this?"

Lance threw out a sentence that made those guys react. It was not just the individual strength, but also the army that was stronger than the Earl.

At the same time, they also understood something about the issue of beast disease. The heavy snow closed the tribe, but it also served as a kind of shelter, isolating the spread of beast disease. Now the tribe is indeed facing very great pressure.

Lance had no intention of forcing them all to move out of the mountains. After all, the development of the mountain resources required manpower, and they were the best workers.

But we must ban the bloody rituals and customs of the tribes, ban the chaotic killings between tribes, and ban slaves...

Lance had a lot of demands, basically he wanted to forcibly pull them out of the tribal system and slavery and into the modern era. Although it was still in its infancy and not even in the elementary stage, it was still better than blood sacrifice and human sacrifice.

Of course, they will benefit from the transformation. They can enjoy the supporting facilities of Hamlet and go down the mountain to avoid the wind and snow in winter. Some tribes will even be divided into land if they are willing to move out of the mountains, or move into urban life.

Lance did not hide the purpose of his visit and directly stated the reason why he came here in public.

Greendale was not idle either. You know, winter is over, but there will still be many patients. Now it is Lance's turn to reconstruct flesh and blood to heal them. His words are full of charm, outlining the beauty of the outside world to them.

Lance didn't like to show extraordinary power among ordinary people on the side of the empire, but this time he did it on purpose, because the barbarians only submit to the strong, and the more powerful the power he showed, the more they would admire him.

Not only the tribesmen, but even the slaves Lance extended a helping hand to them without hesitation and healed them. He seemed to exude a unique charm that fascinated everyone.

"I know you won't believe it, and you may even think I'm a lunatic for trying to change this messy and complicated relationship that has lasted for thousands of years, but everyone has had enough, right? Let's make all that pain disappear in our generation."

Lance did not force them to agree immediately. After all, it takes time to accept these things, and only after accepting them can they take action.

"I know this matter will not be accepted in a day or two, and I did not ask you to agree to it immediately. You should think carefully about what I said. Now let someone who can represent your tribe come with me to witness my determination."

At Lance's invitation, the tribal leader who was defeated by him in one move joined the team. To let them feel Hamlet's strength, Lance left a bag of refined salt, which was a real life-saving medicine for the tribe.

With one more person the team continues to move towards the next tribe, convinces them, and then adds another person.

The mountain barbarians are experiencing a very bad situation now. First there was the war with the earl, then they suffered from the beast disease, and then there was the snow disaster and all kinds of chaos.

The Tiger Tribe in front did not collapse because they are the strongest tribes here and have a strong ability to withstand pressure. However, it is hard to say whether most of the small tribes with less than a thousand people can survive this troubled winter.

Even if he managed to hold on, he would still be badly damaged. When he saw Lance and the others, he surrendered immediately. Nothing was more important than staying alive.

This is also the reason why Lance chose to come in at this time. If those merchants brought in supplies and healed them, these barbarians would be more resilient.

And now Lance plays the role of savior, lending a helping hand when they are in the most dangerous time.

Of course, some tribes were not willing to surrender. If they wanted to talk to the beasts, they had to beat them up and then feed them.

As they passed through more and more tribes, the team became larger and larger, and the trend was irreversible and no tribe dared to refuse.

"Next, follow me to cure the beast disease." (End of this chapter)