You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 93 Land and Clan

The temperature continued to rise, and the warm wind made the trolls who fought all night and drove for half a day after breaking the ice all feel a little lazy.

But soon, this wisp of fatigue dissipated as the team got closer and closer to the vast green field.

Every troll's face was filled with excitement.

This is undoubtedly the land promised by the gods to the trolls!

The younger trolls, Legg and Valak, were happy that the "Big Stick Clan" had finally found the promised land after spending more than three years.

Guabulak thought further.

In his view, the Promised Land represented more than just a new source of food.

It is also the first real land owned by the trolls.

Trolls are not purely cave-dwelling creatures.

In fact, when the Tusk Kingdom was still there a hundred years ago, a large number of trolls in prominent positions lived in transparent palaces like many other degenerate races.

If there is a choice, who would like to stay in a cave all day with hands and feet tied up, and who wants to bask in the "dark sun" would have to spend time walking through a long corridor and running outside the cave?

But in reality, trolls often cannot choose.

Before the Tusk Kingdom, the trolls fought on their own with the clan as a unit, and they couldn't grab the fertile land with resources at all.

Lucky to snatch it, but it will bring even greater disasters, maybe it will be wiped out by some powerful underground population.

Therefore, each clan had to find barren and remote places to build caves and live in them.

After a glorious but short-lived period in the Tusk Kingdom, the trolls split again.

Clans left behind on the surface fell into infighting after traveling south to confront the humans in vain.

In the end, they could only settle down in the barren Daxue Mountain and resume their previous life in caves.

Life in caves is inherently less than ordinary life on the ground.

Both communication and travel among clan members and the development and construction of the clan will be greatly restricted.

If I have to say it, it has some advantages in terms of concealment and security.

But now, the "Big Stick Clan" has got rid of the core security issues.

It's time to own the territory under the sun, so that the clan can develop as quickly as human beings!

The temperature in the area where the trolls were currently was significantly higher than that of the northern cemetery.

The members of the combat team felt the warm nature for the first time in their lives.

In front of you is a vast grassland, the grass is as green as emerald.

All kinds of wild flowers are dotted in the meantime, full of fragrance.

The trolls even saw various small beasts illuminated by the soft sunlight, gnawing on the young grass leisurely on the grass.

Among them were rabbits similar to the Moonward Rabbit, as well as horned creatures that the trolls had never seen before.

Guabulak recognized it. This should be a sheep kept in captivity in the human world.

But compared to the sheep in the illustrated book given by Ige in his memory, the sheep here appear shorter and stronger.

But no matter what, one thing is certain.

The land is alive with life and is the perfect place to settle.

Of course, before that, there are still some hidden dangers that need to be eliminated.

Guabrak led the other trolls of the combat team to move forward, and a pair of vertical pupils observed the footprints of different shades, large and small, on the ground in front of them.

The most eye-catching ones are those huge footprints with a width of one meter.

On top of these footprints, there is also a large area of ​​turf that has been trampled and collapsed.

Without any further analysis, Guabrak knew that these must be the footprints of Snowstorm Bear.

These huge footprints traveled northward from the grassland in the southeast until they disappeared into the woods far away from the grassland.

Guabrak stared at the large mist rising from the depths of the verdant forest, his gaze fixed.

The trolls around stopped first.

"Let's fix it first."

"Be careful and don't make too much noise."

After the troll leader finished speaking, he saw with some helplessness that the small animals that were still grazing slowly in his field of vision had now been frightened away.

There was no way, with the size and weight of the trolls, it was too difficult to hide their whereabouts.

This is why when trolls hunt, they always first identify the target in a distance, and then stay in a place with a large shelter to ambush.

There is no such thing as tracking prey over long distances.

But by the same token, the snow bear is even worse than the troll in hiding its whereabouts.

Judging from Guabrak's experience dealing with snowstorm bears in the past few years, snowstorm bears have never been able to hide their whereabouts, and they may not bother to hide their whereabouts.

During the activities, not only were footsteps rumbling, but from time to time a blizzard was summoned or a few roars were made to add to the fun.

So just judging from the harmonious atmosphere of the God Promised Land, the sound of birds and flowers, the zelkova forest in front is not considered dense, but there are probably no snowstorm bears in the beech forest that looks good at first glance.

However, this does not mean that the snow bears have necessarily left this vast land that is likely to be their source of food.

Not to mention that there must be no other threats in the depths of the forest except the snowstorm bear.

At least Guabulaq thought the rising white mist was strange.

Therefore, the safest way is to take a good rest and recuperate in this place where everything seems to be normal at the moment.

Hearing the leader's rest order, the trolls cheered immediately.

A fulmar watching them curiously from the branch of a beech tree a little further away was startled and flew away.

The fluttering of the bird's wings made Guabulak frown again.

But Leige didn't care about these, and he and his good friend Valak had spread their arms and fell to the ground, kissing the ground under their feet.

Ahmo, Togger, and Guruba also followed suit, and began to have intimate contact with the warm and humid land on the ground.

The trolls have never owned a land like this.

The "Big Clan" of their generation have only seen two kinds of land: either covered with snow or hard.

I never thought that one day I would have the opportunity to touch such a fertile land.

It's all too good to be true.

Guabulaq wanted to scold these trolls for making too much noise, but seeing everyone's expressions of excitement and uncontrollable expressions, he couldn't criticize them any more.

How could he not be excited?

Forget it, let’s just be bold once.

The breeze swayed the rough and strong bodies of the trolls who had a good rest on the grass.

Now that you've rested enough, it's time to eat!
Guabrak first led the trolls to do a simple investigation around.

Then I used local materials, collected enough green and juicy wild vegetables as side dishes, and knocked some branches around the beech forest as firewood.

Finally, they found a piece of bare land with almost no grass and lit a bonfire with flint.

The bonfire was burning brightly, and the trolls took out a few fresh hares they had just killed.

The head of the hare was blown away to nowhere.

So the trolls no longer need help decapitating them.

Just use sharp nails to tear open the belly of the hare and dig out the internal organs.

The trolls skewered the rabbit meat with branches and hung it over the campfire, letting the flames roast gently.

As time goes by, the alluring aroma gradually diffuses.

The trolls around the campfire couldn't help swallowing.

It smells different from the tired Xiangyue rabbit meat!
The gravy sizzled as it dripped onto the fire, sending smoke into the air.

When the time was almost up, everyone looked at Guabulak in unison.

Guabrak knew the reason why everyone was staring at him, so he didn't disappoint, and took out a small jar from his bag.

Open the jar slightly, and a unique aroma will overflow, making everyone a little impatient.

Guabulaq approached the roasted rabbit, turned the branch, and sprinkled a little rosemary powder on the rabbit meat.

Immediately, a wonderful aroma that made people move their index fingers filled the entire space.

The rosemary powder was naturally brought by Yige to the trolls.

In fact, the trolls had no prior concept of seasoning at all.

After all, the meat itself is delicious enough, so why add anything else?
Until one day, Iger added a packet of rosemary to the original meat bag for the trolls to try.

The troll who always hated the tedious process unexpectedly fell in love with the smell of rosemary.

From now on, as long as there is an opportunity, I will find a way to serve some meat on all occasions where meat is eaten.

Even later, Yige brought seasonings such as salt and pepper, thyme, etc. to the trolls.

Rosemary is still the favorite of all trolls.

Guabraque is also happy to make rosemary popular among the already growing "Big Clan".

Today is different from the past, the "Big Stick Clan" is no longer the small clan struggling to survive in the Daxue Mountains.

The successful breeding of Xiangyue Rabbits based on human breeding experience has completely freed the clan from its most basic survival dilemma.

For this reason, Guabulak personally rewarded each of the dozen or so little trolls who served as breeders with a piece of snowstorm bear meat.

The four little trolls in the winning group even got a granite rod that he polished himself.

Since the third peak is located between the trolls' lair and the fourth fortress, it is very safe.

There are also mountain streams.

So stone houses and rabbit pens for trolls were built all over the mountains and plains.

So much so that all the trolls now call the third peak "Rabbit Mountain".

The abundance of meat is of course what Guabulak wants to see, but again, this brings a new hidden danger -

The collapse of customs within the clan.

The braver the troll, the higher the reward it deserves.

But now there is enough meat for everyone.

Once the stomach is full, the desire for fighting will naturally decrease.

After all, the meat comes from farming, not hunting.

And those troll warriors who need to withstand the wind and frost and fight at the front have relatively lost part of their importance.

Although many trolls are more envious of the security team, hunting team, and trolls on duty at the three fortresses in the northern part of the Snow Mountains, they can get better snowstorm bear meat and mutton and venison.

But given the choice, there are still many trolls with weaker physiques who would rather be breeders than fighters.

Moreover, these breeders can also get some good meat at the clan celebration of the "Night of God's Coming", so naturally they have no idea of ​​joining the guard team or the hunting team.

Although the current atmosphere of devotion to farming is not yet popular within the "Big Stick Clan", it is even despised in general.

But Guabraque must guard against it.

The "Big Stick Clan" has gone on a path that trolls have never traveled for a hundred years.

Externally, it is to expand northward in accordance with the will of the gods, and needs to control a far larger territory than before.

Internally, it is the change of lifestyle brought about by accepting human materials and technology.

Therefore, Guabulak had to face all changes within the clan cautiously, and was always ready to issue new orders and adjust his past orders.

Controlling the farming culture of trolls to an appropriate level is a very important part.

The so-called "weak troll" is based on the standard of trolls.

In fact, facing other prey in the Snow Mountain Group except for the Snowstorm Bear, even a relatively weak troll has an absolute advantage in combat power.

Even without considering the potential that the adult trolls with weaker fighting power can continue to tap, it is undoubtedly a waste to allocate the manpower of these adult trolls to the breeding business that the little trolls can do. .

If possible, Guabulak still hopes to use different levels of material incentives to continuously strengthen the trolls' ethos of advocating fighting instead of using the traditional troll values ​​​​that despise the weak to suppress the culture of farming.

In the final analysis, the breeding business is also very important to the "Big Stick Clan", Guabrak just doesn't want it to domesticate the trolls into the same docile lambs as humans.

And "advanced" stimuli other than meat, such as spices, are a good entry point.

Guabrak is now constantly guiding other trolls to establish a material level concept.

Let the things that can only satisfy the desire for fullness be at the bottom, and the rewards that go up will be more and more sophisticated.

He hoped to trigger comparisons among the trolls, which in turn would make the clan continue to strengthen the tradition of hunting and fighting.

This is not only to maintain the fighting power of the trolls, but also for the favor of the gods.

Unlike Guabulaq, who was preoccupied, the other trolls in the battle team were feasting wantonly.

From time to time, there was an admiration of "really fragrant".

Legg and Valak even quarreled over the piece of rabbit with the most rosemary.

In the end, the unmoving Groks quickly snatched the rabbit meat and swallowed it in one gulp.

Soon, the scope of the battle expanded.

Guabrak looked at the trolls who fought again after a disagreement, and wondered if his worries about the trolls giving up their fighting tradition were too advanced.

But soon he was relieved.

As a clan leader, it is appropriate to think more.

He, Guabrak, holds the highest power of the "Big Stick Clan", and should also shoulder the most responsibilities.

A few trolls did not make the scene out of hand in the end.

They all understand that the most important thing right now is to find out the situation of this land promised by God.

But by the time the team set off again and went deep into the beech forest, it was already afternoon.

The trees are tall and straight, glowing with vitality under the infiltration of sunlight and water vapor.

The flowers sway gently in the breeze.

But the trolls became more and more uncomfortable as they walked.

Although there have been various unknown insects biting them desperately.

But that's not what makes them uncomfortable.

The most fundamental reason is——

It was too hot.

Guabrak wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wide palm, and looked at the area where the fog was getting closer and closer.

　Thanks to book friends 20200501164816851, Hunting Cang, I don’t want to be here either, knowing one’s mind and one’s nature_monthly ticket for self-cultivation!
　　
　
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