From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 231 Duluth's Travel Notes【4K】

In a dense bush, Duluth poked his head out cautiously, and came out boldly after finding that there was no movement around him.

He has been away from his tribe for half a month, and during this time he has been following the road map, encountering various dangers such as slave hunting teams, monsters, and traps.

Fortunately, he is an experienced jungle hunter, and he also has good strength, otherwise, whether he can get out of the Warcraft Mountains will be a question mark.

"This is the place where the Tistans live. Except that it is flatter and there are fewer trees, it doesn't seem to be any different." Duluth said, looking at the desolate wilderness ahead.

His current location is very close to the city of Bastille, which is clearly marked on the blueprint. As a tortured mountain man, he naturally knows where Bastille is.

However, even if the roots of his teeth were itchy with anger, he didn't dare to stay here for too long. Bravery and death are two different things.

He took out the jerky from his arms and chewed it. After finding the right direction, Duluth headed towards Yoder City, which is the main city of Baron John.

Originally, he should have gone directly to his destination——Chelter City, but Duluth suddenly thought about it, there must be a comparison, to see what other nobles are like, and then we can have a comparison when we arrive at Canarling. Compare.

With his speed, he soon came to a small town not far from Yoder City. There were more than 1000 people living here, and it was quite lively.

When Duluth walked into the town, it was as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden. Looking left and right, everything seemed novel.

He hadn't even heard of many things, let alone met them. This made him feel a little bit of frustration, but soon this frustration was replaced by a strong sense of superiority.

"These Tistan men are as thin as monkeys, and they are not as strong as our Tei people. Do they have nothing to eat? This is too miserable."

Duluth looked at the pedestrians around him who were more than a head shorter than him, thinking cheerfully in his heart.

After comparing the men, he set his eyes on those women, and his brows furrowed when he saw it: "Why are you so short, and your body is not strong, it looks like the wind blows you away, Pg is not big, it’s not easy to give birth at all, it’s better to be a tribe, there are some ugly monsters outside.”

Duluth took it for granted that beauty was linked to being strong or not. In his opinion, these plump buttocks, thin waist and big white legs are ugly, or not only him, but most mountain people have the same aesthetics.

If these women on the street knew what Duluth was thinking, they would probably rush to beat him to death. Fortunately, he didn't say it in public.

Duluth would often stop at some jewelry stalls. Those crude jewelry were also very exquisite in his eyes, and he felt itchy to see them.

But there is a very real problem, that is, he has no money. After all, in the mountains, currency is only used among large tribes, and these small tribes usually rely on barter.

Dried meat, animal skins, rock salt...these are hard currencies among mountain people.

But these small vendors outside wouldn't accept such things, so Duluth had no choice but to indulge his eyesight, and then continued to wander aimlessly in the town.

But soon, Duluth became vigilant, because he found that the people around him were looking at him with strange eyes, pointing and talking about him.

Although they spoke very quietly and cryptically, Duluth heard words like "slave", "escape" and "catch".

He suddenly understood that his identity seemed to have been discovered.

He didn't dare to go any further, turned his head and walked out of the town, but it was still a step too late, before he reached the gate of the town, a group of people with weapons blocked his way.

"Slave who ran out from somewhere, hurry up and lie on the ground obediently, or you will be executed as a fugitive slave!" The leader of the little boss wearing a leather armor shouted at Dulusi with a machete.

Dulu suddenly became angry. "Slave" is a word that mountain people hate the most. With a fierce look on his face, he shouted: "I am your grandfather!"

As soon as the words fell, his body rushed out like a fired shell. His speed was very fast. The little boss was just an ordinary person. Before he could react, he felt as if he had been hit by a bull. Same, the whole person flew out.

The remaining seven or eight militiamen turned pale with fright, but the advantage in numbers still gave them considerable confidence. They swarmed up with a loud drink, trying to hack Duluth to death.

But since Duluth dared to come to this place, of course he was not unprepared. He pulled out a rusty mace, and swung the mace tightly with his thick arms.

Every time a club is swung, there will often be a dull sound and painful wailing, but in a short time, this small group of militiamen are all thrown to the ground by him, life or death is unknown.

"Pooh!"

Duluth spat at them with a cold face, and was about to say a few harsh words. The next moment, more militiamen swarmed up from behind with relatively crude weapons.

"Damn..." Dulu immediately ran away. Although ordinary people rushed up, there were a lot of people. It is said that many people killed elephants. If you don't run now, you will be entangled. .

He ran as fast as he could, and quickly left those people far behind.

"Huh, this group of despicable and shameless Tistans, I really want them all to die!" Duluth said viciously, and then he took out the road map and fell into a dilemma.

There is no need to go to Yoder City. He has just entered a small town. It didn’t take long for a bunch of people to shout and kill him. nothing.

Those people just now have very well demonstrated the attitude of the Tistan people towards the mountain people, that is, no matter where you come from, as long as you are a mountain person, you are a slave.

If he didn't catch him without a fight, he would be executed as a fugitive slave. From the exposure of his identity as a Duluth mountain man to the outbreak of the conflict, no one asked him about his identity from the beginning to the end.

This made Dulus hate the Tistans even more, and now he has the urge to go back to the tribe directly. After all, no one knows whether the people in Kanarling are the same.

If so, wouldn't it be giving away the head if you go like this?

However, Dulus hesitated when he thought of what the old chief said to him before leaving. He could walk away, but what if it was really different?

After intense mental activity, Duluth gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go all out, and the next stop is Chelte City!"

Holding the thought of seeing death as home, Dulusi finally arrived at the terminal on the road map in a day and a night. According to the above description, there are hundreds of mountain people living in this city. main gathering area.

A city is no better than a small town. The towering city walls and heavily guarded soldiers make Duluth's heart beat, but since all of them have come here, naturally there is no possibility of shrinking back.

Following the example of those people, he found a line with few people and lined up. Sure enough, the people around him quickly noticed him and started talking.

However, he didn't hear words like "runaway slave" this time, mostly because he was curious about his height, body shape, and clothes.

Speaking of clothes, he looked at the people around him, and then at himself. Suddenly, Trulu realized why those people in the town were so sure that they were slaves.

The people around were all wearing decent clothes, but he was wearing tattered animal skins, standing in the crowd, he looked so out of place.

Trulu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, feeling as if he was a savage breaking into a civilized society.

Soon it was his turn to check, and Duluth's heart became tense again, with one hand tightly holding the mace hidden under the fur coat, once those soldiers wanted to arrest him, he would start desperately!
There were twelve soldiers at the gate of the city. Although they were all wearing leather armor, he thought they could deal with them without any problem.

"Hey, what are you looking at, come up quickly." Seeing Duluth standing there in a daze, a soldier couldn't help urging.

Dulus came back to his senses, and summoned up the courage to go up. The soldier seemed very curious about him, but he didn't show any hostility. He just stretched out a hand and said, "Please show your identification."

"Identity certificate?" Duluth was stunned for a moment, what is that?
Seeing this, the soldier immediately understood that this should be an outsider, so he said patiently: "Sir, if you don't have an ID card, you must accept our interrogation before you can enter the city. Please cooperate."

After he finished speaking, two soldiers immediately took him aside politely, and began to ask for some basic information. Duluth answered one by one, but the sentence from the Warcraft Mountains immediately made the questioning soldiers unable to deal with it.

"Sir, please answer truthfully." The soldier said seriously.

Du Lu suddenly said anxiously: "What I'm telling is the truth, why don't you believe it?"

As soon as he got emotional, his body's movements became larger, and he accidentally exposed the hidden mace. When the two soldiers saw it, they felt like they were facing a big enemy, and shouted: "Put down your weapons."

The movement here quickly attracted more soldiers. As soon as they heard that there were weapons, they immediately surrounded Dulusi layer by layer.

Duluth thought that they were going to arrest him like those militiamen, so he suddenly showed a fierce look, planning to break out of the siege, and the war was about to break out.

At this critical moment, a voice came out: "Please slow down."

Everyone looked back and found that it was a middle-aged man with a strong figure, wearing iron armor, and dark skin.

The team leader of the city gate team breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming, "It turns out that the leader Barov, we are dealing with a vicious incident, what can you do?"

The officer named Barov quickly replied: "If it is convenient, please let me ask him a few words. He is a mountain person. You know, I am also a mountain person."

His words made Trulu's eyes widen for a moment, Mountain Man officer?

"That's no problem. It would be even better if you could persuade her. After all, we don't want to use violence." The team leader readily agreed.

After getting permission, Barov came to Dulus and said, "My friend, where are you from?"

"Warcraft Mountain Range." Duluth replied vigilantly.

"Sure enough, the mace in your hand has a very typical tribal style, which is hard to see from the outside. You want to enter the city, right? You give them the weapon and I can take you in.

Chelt City is a semi-military fortress, and no civilians are allowed to enter with weapons. "Balov said seriously.

Duluth looked at him for a while, and finally chose to believe him, and threw the mace on the ground. He couldn't believe it, because he also felt extraordinary power from the other party.

A knight plus a dozen fully armed soldiers is no longer something he can deal with.

Seeing him cooperate so much, the surrounding soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere eased a lot for a while.

"He has a special background, so I don't know the rules here, but I believe he has no malicious intentions. Mr. Team Leader, please let me take him away. I promise to supervise him, please."

Barov nodded in satisfaction, turned around and pleaded with the group leader.

The group leader thought for a while and said, "Okay then, please take care of him. You know the rules of Chelte City."

"Please don't worry." Barov smiled, and then called Duluth to follow him.

It wasn't until entering the city that Duluth couldn't help asking, "Why did you help me?"

"Because we're all Tei, I know you're carrying a weapon for self-defense and not for sabotage."

"You...are you really an officer? Teyians are allowed to join the army here?" Duluth opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Why, it's unbelievable, right? After all, in the eyes of the Tistans, we are nothing but their slaves."

Duluth chicken nodded violently.

Barov showed a slight smile, looked at the eagle-eyed flag fluttering on the tower, and said from the bottom of his heart: "But this is the Kanna collar, and the Kanna people live here, and there is almost no real meaning here. slave."

"What does it mean that there are no real slaves?" Duluth didn't understand.

"Let me tell you this, there are still about a few thousand slaves in the territory, and they all came to this land through various channels.

Although they were slaves, the lord was kind and generous. They were all allocated residences and houses. As long as they behaved well and paid taxes on time, they could become free citizens and obtain identity certificates after five years. "

As he spoke, Barov took out a cardboard card from his pocket and waved it. Before Dulus could speak, he continued, "I've just become a freeman, but I haven't planted it for five years. , but because he participated in the recruitment of recruits by the lord.

Lord Lord’s new regulations, as long as Tey slaves become soldiers, they can become free citizens directly. If you want to settle here, you can also obtain identity certificates through this method. My team is short of an adjutant. I hope you can Come. "

Barov looked at Duluth and said seriously.

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(End of this chapter)