totem god system

Chapter 502 Scandi Lu
The crystal bottle is produced by the system, and the quality is excellent. Even in the extreme cold, it is still the same without any damage. Take a pat and feel the position of the crystal bottle.

He touched the left waist, there was a pouch over there, Xiaobai knotted the pouch, pulled out the stopper, and took a gulp.

"Ha..." Xiaobai let out a mouthful of hot air, and his body finally felt warmer.

This pouch contains spirits, which Xiaobai found in a tribe. Usually he doesn't like to drink alcohol, but at this time, spirits can save lives.

Putting the pouch containing spirits on his waist again, Xiaobai tremblingly took out a small bag the size of a palm from his arms, carefully stuck some green powder inside with his fingers, and touched it slightly on his nose. touch.

"Ah!"

After he sneezed hard, Xiaobai was refreshed and full of energy, as if he had taken a big tonic.

The powder was ground from a herbaceous plant, and it lifted people's spirits, similar to the effect of Red Bull.

Although he knew that his hope of surviving was already slim, Xiaobai didn't want to give up and wanted to struggle again.

Putting the small bag back into his arms casually, Xiaobai leaned on the wooden staff, tried to keep his eyes wide open in the wind and snow, and continued to walk forward.

As a road idiot, it is very difficult to find a tribe in the white snow, not to mention that there are dark clouds and strong winds, and the visibility is extremely low.

Xiaobai walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, just staring at the front, for fear of missing any clues from Scandinavian Lu.

Suddenly, Xiaobai's body froze. He stretched out his neck and stretched his head to look into the distance. There was some light in the darkness.

"Tribe! People!" Xiaobai's lips trembled a bit, and he took a few steps forward to see more clearly.

The light became clearer, it should be the light of flames, and he also saw the smoke that was being hung up and scattered continuously rising from the light.

Fire, smoke, these are the characteristics of tribes, there must be tribes over there, there must be people!
Whether it is Scandi Lu, Xiaobai can't confirm, but if someone, he might not have to experience the feeling of death again, and he doesn't need to prepare another avatar.

Seeing hope, Xiaobai hurried towards the direction of the fire, speeding up a little.

He didn't dare to run. Running in this kind of heavy wind and snow would consume more energy and make his body cold, but he couldn't stop. He would die faster that way. The best way was to maintain a slightly faster speed. In this way, when the body is exercising, it will generate heat, and will not take away more heat due to the resistance of the strong wind, and can continue to walk.

The blizzard was an ordinary day for Scandinavian Lou.

They rely on the ocean, with little shelter, and almost every winter is full of violent snowstorms. It is precisely because of this cruel living environment that the Scandinavians have a strong body and a wild personality.

In the heavy snowfall, most of the Scandinavians had already taken shelter in the warm houses burning with flames. Only some vigilant Scandinavians remained outside. They set up cylindrical triangular tents and grilled On fire, while watching the surrounding vigilantly.

Sitting next to the fire, constantly rubbing his hands and cursing, the Scandinavians turned their heads and found an uninvited guest from the outside world.

"Who is it!" He yelled, stood up, pulled out a handful of spears made of fish bones from the snow, and looked at the uninvited guest vigilantly.

People who come in the snowstorm may not bring goodwill, but killing, don't pity them easily!

This is an old Scandinavian saying.

Xiaobai watched the person in front of him stand up, opening and closing his mouth, but because of the heavy wind and snow, he couldn't hear what he was saying, so he took two steps forward with a stick.

"Stop!" The vigilant tribesmen raised their thorns, pointed their sharp fishbone at Xiao Bai, and shouted loudly.

Now that Xiaobai heard it clearly, he stood still, stuck his wooden stick into the snow, opened his hands, and signaled to the vigilant tribal people that he was harmless and did not want to attack him.

But the vigilant Scandinavians didn't believe Xiaobai, he yelled and called more people.

The Scandinavians stood at the border of their own tribe, looking at Xiaobai unfriendlyly.

"Get out of here and go somewhere else!" A tribal man who looked like a leader shouted at Xiao Bai.

Although Xiaobai heard their voices just now, he couldn't hear them clearly because of the strong wind. This time he heard them clearly, and couldn't help being pleasantly surprised, because he discovered the unique tones of the Scandinavian language in the spoken language of the tribe.

"I can't leave, the snow is too strong, I will die in the snow, let me go in, I won't hurt anyone!" Xiao Bai shouted loudly in Scandinavian.

Hearing the familiar language, the vigilant tribal people were a little stunned. They usually talk to people from other tribes, using the common language of the tribe. Mandarin is the same as dialects. Everyone can understand Mandarin, but not dialects.

"You will speak our words?" the leader asked loudly.

A gust of wind blew past, and the leader's voice was distorted, but Xiao Bai still understood, and he nodded quickly.

"Who are you?" The leader sized him up a bit, and he could see that the stranger in front of him was not from Scandinavia.

"I come from far away, I'm a wanderer!" Xiaobai continued to answer in Scandi.

The identity was something he had already thought about. The rogue, the vagabond, is a very useful identity. During the time Xiaobai used the avatar, he didn't know how many times he had used this identity.

"How can a ronin speak our language?" The leader obviously didn't believe Xiao Bai's words.

"Aren't you going to let me in first? I'm about to freeze to death. I haven't eaten for a day!" Xiao Bai shouted.

"Are you alone?" The leader yelled while looking into the distance, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"I'm a ronin, and there's only one person." Xiaobai replied.

The leader didn't reply, he hooked the thorn in his hand towards Xiaobai, Xiaobai quickly grabbed the wooden staff and walked into the range of the tribe.

The Scandinavians stared cautiously at Xiaobai, while the leader stayed behind, staring at the snow in the distance, for fear that someone would suddenly jump out and attack the tribe.

It wasn't until Xiaobai had entered the tribe that there was still no movement outside, and the leader slowly turned around, caught up with his companions, and came to Xiaobai who was surrounded.

"you……"

The leader seemed to want to say something, but in the middle of speaking, his hand suddenly raised, holding a row of thorns, and slammed towards Xiao Bai fiercely.

"choke!"

With a crisp sound, a one-handed ax appeared in Xiaobai's hand at some point, and the handle of the ax firmly blocked the thorns dropped by the leader, making it impossible for the thorns to enter.

(End of this chapter)