Lord Roar

Chapter 114 Set up camp
As natives of the wilderness with an extremely poor living environment, the barbarians may be the most optimistic race in the Saint Cassis continent.

The people of the Bloodhoof Tribe did not give up on themselves because their homes were destroyed by the flames of war. From their faces, even the slightest sadness and pain could not be seen.

These naturally optimistic barbarians bravely followed their new chief Alan into the outskirts of the wild beast forest, hoping to rebuild their homeland in this most mysterious and dangerous land.

They all understand that all the grievances and hatreds of the past have been burned away with the fire of their patriarch. The most important thing in front of them is not revenge, but to lie dormant and recuperate.

Everyone understands that they are no longer the barbarians in the wasteland, but the Bloodhoof tribe with barbarian blood, a tribe that will only fight for itself in the future, rather than fighting and dying for the honor or anyone in the wasteland.

They hope that they can be like the divine bird and phoenix in Allen's mouth, reborn from Nirvana, and use their hands to fight against the sky, the earth, and dangerous beasts, to rebuild their homes, rebuild their tribes, and rebuild their lives. A new future.

Allen didn't waste any more words, more than 200 tribesmen, without any doubts or complaints, only blind optimism and confidence in the future, all supported his decision, without exception.

Allen walked at the forefront of the team, holding a painting dragon halberd, and a few tribal warriors, overcame thorns and thorns, constantly cleared the obstacles in front of them, and kept turning their heads and shouting,

"Pay attention to your feet, don't step on the feces of any beasts, so they will think you have invaded their territory."

"Take care of your own bear children, don't eat those brightly colored plant fruits."

"And you, little Babylon, don't walk around like your father, follow the team."

"Old Duff, what are you doing? Get off your horse, your long feet are just for display? Didn't you see that the dwarves are all tired like wild dogs?"

The two dwarfs pulling the cart rolled their eyes angrily, wiped the sweat off their faces, and cursed in their hearts, your mother is a wild dog, I'm exhausted.

Seeing the people of the tribe advancing in an orderly manner under the arrangement of Allen, the old Zach gradually disappeared from his original worries. Seeing the sufficient food and various supplies in the convoy, the old man gradually smiled.

Seeing that there are more and more trees in front of him and the road is becoming more and more difficult to move forward, Allen frowned.

If I remember correctly, when I left the Beast Forest last time, there should not have been so many towering trees on the northern periphery, and some trees were even less than a few meters apart, leaving only a distance for several people to fit in at the same time. It's too abnormal, and it doesn't fit the characteristics of plant growth.

Called over to little Zach, Allen, who was afraid that he had made a mistake, was going to ask him.

Little Zach, who also felt strange, confirmed Alan's doubts.

These big trees blocking the way seem to have appeared out of thin air in the near future. It is impossible for such a tall tree to grow in a short period of time, but the two clearly remember that when they left the beast forest last time , there are not so many towering trees blocking the way.

Even the silly Dina felt the abnormality here.

At this moment, the nervous old Du Fu ran over to Allen.

The nervous old Du Fu said with a serious face: "Damn it, let's not go any further."

Allen, who was also getting more and more disturbed, hurriedly asked what was going on.

It turned out that Old Dove had been lying on the carriage at the end of the team, and he had been exchanging heartfelt curses with Cologne and the Holy See all the way, but as the team got deeper, he always felt that a pair of eyes in the dark kept staring at them.

As a magician, although he is only a half-baked mage who is not recognized by the Mage Association, he is an element user. A magician's perception of any abnormalities in the surrounding space is far superior to other ordinary people.

Old Du Fu is not very good at describing that feeling, like an irresistible behemoth, hiding in the dark and watching him non-stop.

As for what this "huge monster" is, he can't figure it out. It's just a kind of intuition. It doesn't look like a beast or a magician, but what is certain is that it is definitely an intelligent life body, a A powerful existence that can be daunting just by looking at it.

"Why don't we just set up our camp here, the creepy sense of terror, as we get deeper and deeper, the feeling becomes stronger and stronger, as if warning us." Old Du Fu said With lingering fears, he suggested: "Although I don't understand the military common sense, I think this place is not bad, and Cologne also said that this place is not bad."

Allen nodded. Strictly speaking, it is not considered to have entered the beast forest, at most it is only the outer edge of the forest, and it is not far from the south side of the wilderness.

Just like what Cologne and Du Fu said, the position under their feet is very good now, backed by the beast forest, facing the wilderness, and the terrain is still high.

If you stand on the wasteland and look upwards from a little distance, unless you can fly, it will be difficult to see the whole picture clearly.

And if you set up camp here, the huge number of giant trees behind it can block a large number of small wild animals and very large beasts. As long as there is no artificial damage, these towering trees are a natural barrier.

At that time, I will adjust the exit of the camp a little bit, and turn the front exit into a sharp-angled shape. If foreign enemies invade in large numbers in the future, as long as they don't go around from the southernmost side of the beast forest, the only entrance that can enter is the front of the camp. Tomorrow, let the clansmen cut down all the trees around the camp and repair a fire barrier. Basically, there is nothing wrong with it. One day in the future, even if the clansman is defeated, everyone can retreat quickly and hide after dispersing. into the depths of the forest.

Allen looked down at his feet, saw that the soil on the ground was also very wet, and nodded secretly.

If I remember correctly, there are two water sources less than three kilometers to the northwest, and there should be several black crocodiles living in one of the lakes. This kind of beast is not very dangerous, and it rarely goes to land to look for food. Babylon the Great alone can kill them all.

My location is much lower than that of the lake. As long as the dwarves are allowed to bring the water source with tools, the clansmen don't have to run so far to fetch water at the risk of being attacked by fierce beasts.

Another source of water is a stream of living water. At the end of the stream is the waterfall where the two saber tigers beat the giant gray lion last time.

The ridged sword tiger, the overlord of the waterfall before, has long been the food of the wild bear in the wasteland. It is estimated that there should be other fierce beasts entrenched there now. Unless the living water source is not enough as a last resort, it is better not to step there for the time being.

Alan, who roughly had a plan in his mind, signaled the clansmen and dwarves who were already struggling to move forward to rest on the spot, and walked up to old Zack and Kahn to tell each other his thoughts.

How could old Zack and young Zack understand this? As the barbarians who fought around in the wasteland all year round, they basically only need to bring enough food and drink. Don't mind being buried, sleep on the ground, go to battle when you wake up, and return to the tribe when you're done. Don't think about such complicated things as geographical location, water source, and safety.

Little Zach nodded while listening, he didn't understand anyway, so he just nodded.

And the old Zach next to him, although he was confused in his heart, said calmly with an expression on his face: "Well, I think so too, so let's arrange it like this."

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, little Zack walked to the middle of the team and shouted to the clansmen: "The supplies are piled together, twenty warriors take turns to watch the night, and the simple tents are set up first, and all the dwarves can rest. Not enough, give them a place to rest first."

Seeing little Zach's immature voice yelling in the middle of the team, Allen hurried over, lowered his voice and said to the surroundings: "Be quiet, you're going to die, everyone remember, no ignition is allowed, no loud noises are allowed, You are not allowed to run around, and it is forbidden to leave 500 meters away from the surrounding area, do you understand?"

The tribesmen crowded together, all like thieves, lowered their voices and whispered: "Understood!"

"Sleep!" Allen waved his hand like a great man: "Anyone who sleeps and snores more than ten meters away, the sentries will all be set up, and let them change their positions to get up and sleep again!"

(End of this chapter)