You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 41 Simple Stronghold

The next morning, the trolls who had spent the night packed up their caves and their gear.

Sit around Guabrak and listen to the final speech of the leader before returning to his old lair:

"We have successfully built a new lair belonging to the "Big Clan". "

"I decided to name this place "Bear's Blood Cave"! "

The troll audience took pride in hitting the ground with their giant sticks.

There was endless applause.

"What a good name, sir!"

"We eat bear meat and drink bear blood in the cave, the name 'Bear Blood Cave' is so accurate! "

"As expected of the 'Wise Man' Guabrak, he easily picked out a good name that we couldn't even think of!"

Guabulak paused, giving the clansman enough time to celebrate, before continuing:
"We are one step closer to the promised land left by the gods to the "Big Stick Clan". "

"almost."

"The day of dominating the entire Northland is coming soon."

"This is the age of trolls!"

"No, this is the era of our "Big Stick Clan"! ! "

Guabraque's succinct manifesto made waves with one stone:

"The Era of the 'Big Stick Clan'! "

"Crush your head and repay the gods!"

"The Lord of the North! The Lord of the North!"

The roar shook the snow that had accumulated overnight on the protruding part of the cave roof to shake off.

Guabrak scanned every troll in the lair with lightning-like eyes.

There is nothing but joy and longing to be seen on their faces.

Secretly satisfied.

It seems that Motgar's death did not bring too many negative effects to everyone.

But this is also the advantage of trolls.

Never be as sentimental as a human being.

That's not to say that trolls are the unfeeling, man-eating beasts that many humans think they are.

It's just that trolls have very different standards for many things than humans.

Especially as a member of the "Big Stick Clan", his ancestors have survived in the Daxue Mountains for generations.

Death and killing have long been regarded as commonplace.

Now there is still the kingdom of God to go after death.

There is nothing to worry about.

"However, our next plan may have to change a little bit."

Guabulak waited until the noise around him gradually subsided, and began to announce the decision he had made last night.

"On our way back, we have to build a few more simple strongholds. Of course, there are road markers."

"A simple stronghold?" Leige seemed to have missed what the leader had just said, repeated it, and then took the lead to question, "Boss, didn't we just build this stronghold?"

"What was brought was not enough."

"How to build a stronghold again."

Leige's question attracted the support of a crowd of trolls.

They don't care about building another cave, and they have already adapted to the severe cold.

But the goal before setting off was just to build a new lair in the northern part of the Daxue Mountains.

The load is mainly allocated to food, and there are not many tools to bring.

The current "Bear's Blood Cave" is the result of their meticulous work, and the loss of materials and tools is not small.

Want to build more nests, especially "several" nests to build.

A little bit unrealistic.

No matter how strong the trolls are.

You can't just plan it with your hands.

Guabraque was not annoyed by the doubts of the Blazers.

That's how trolls discuss things.

If you have an opinion, just mention it, and if you have something to say, just say it.

If we can agree, we will do it together, and if we can't agree, we will fight.

The loser follows the arrangement of the winner.

Guabrak is the strongest warrior in the clan, so he can always make other members follow him.

But most of the time, he still hopes to present the facts and reason, to make things clear, and to make others follow his arrangements willingly.

Or to be precise, this is the quality that every generation of "Big Stick Clan" leaders must possess.

Only by relying on brains can the clan survive for a long time.

In the Daxue Mountains a hundred years ago, the leader of the "Big Stick Clan" was not the most powerful one.

But he is the one who likes to use his brain and reason the most.

In the end, only the "Big Stick Clan" survived.

The importance of using the brain can be seen.

This is also the main point that clan leaders have passed on from generation to generation.

After thinking for a while, Guabrak explained to the trolls waiting for his reply in a calm tone:

"I know what you're worried about."

"But I don't mean we're going to set up new strongholds like we built Bear's Blood Cave. "

"Instead, you only need to build a stone house and prepare a little food and firewood inside."

A troll warrior heard the words and asked puzzledly:

"Boss, we spent so much time building the "Bear's Blood Cave", why do we need a stone house. "

"How can a stone house compare to a cave?"

Gua Braque smiled slightly:
"Valak, let me ask you, how long did it take us to go from the lair to the eighth peak?"

Valak replied somewhat uncertainly: "Seven or eight days?"

Guabrak nodded casually: "It's eight and a half days."

"Even if part of that time is spent finding a suitable spot to dig the cave."

"Even if we become more familiar with the route later."

"It will take at least seven days for us to come to the 'Bear's Blood Cave'. "

He looked at the thoughtful clansmen, knowing that if he didn't speak thoroughly, their minds might not be able to change their minds:
"So during these seven days, where do we live and eat along the way?"

"Just like we did this time, find a leeward slope to clear the snow, move a few stones to block the wind, light a fire to eat, and then lie down and rest."

And the troll didn't want to understand.

Guabulak sighed with difficulty: "Then let me ask you, starting from the fifth peak, where do you get the firewood for you to burn, and where do you get the food for you to eat?"

"We can't start from the nest with only food every time, can we?"

"What if we bring more weapons and no room for food?"

"I encountered a blizzard on the way, and I stayed in place for a day or two. What should I do if there is not enough food?"

The troll who answered earlier choked for a while listening to the leader's series of questioning.

Guabrak then went on to say: "So, we need to build some places where we can temporarily rest and replenish."

"Even if it's not well made, it's more or less a foothold."

"It can also be used as a transit point between our lair and the "Bear's Blood Cave". "

Grox and Morgel, two trolls with more active thinking, both reacted.

Grox couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing:
"Boss, you really have thought it through."

"In this way, we are equivalent to reducing the difficulty of going back and forth between the two lairs."

"At that time, it will be much more convenient to deliver food or dispatch clan members."

Guabrak glanced at Grox with relief.

Finally someone understood him.

However, it's okay if the other trolls really don't understand.

Guabulak didn't give everyone much time to think. He just mustered up his gnarled muscles, acted like a clan leader, and directly issued specific arrangements:
"We will build two stone houses on the fourth peak and the sixth peak respectively."

(End of this chapter)