Tales of the Reincarnated Lord

Chapter Two Hundred and Ten

It should be January 1772, and Lorist looked at the rows of stars painted on the wooden wall in thought. The mountain barbarian who has the exact date is the tribal witch doctor with long hair in the chicken coop. He even asks how many months and days are he mysterious, and he pretends to be a ghost for a long time before telling you what date is today. I am really sick. .

For more than 30 days, Lorist and Reddy have basically been nested in the cabin. In addition to going out to clean the snow and down the toilet a few times, there was also one time when the two took advantage of the heavy snow to stop and ran to the creek under the mountain. He opened the ice to get hundreds of catties of fish, but when he returned to the village, he accidentally ran into a mountain barbarian patrol and was confiscated half of the harvest.

But that was the encounter with the mountain barbarian patrol, and Lorist discovered a great weakness of the mountain barbarian, which was insufficient in combat in winter. In the first two days every winter, Lorist brought his family’s armed forces to fight against the tide of beasts. He was accustomed to climbing ice and lying in the snow and ice mountains at minus 20 or 30 degrees, mainly due to the extreme emphasis on warm winter equipment, leather clothes and hoods. Gloves, windproof robes and leather masks can be said to be armed to the teeth.

Of course, this has a lot to do with Lorist’s previous experience in the borders of ice and snow. For family-armed soldiers, he can take out all the precious devil antelope fur to make cold, cold, and warm clothes and pants. Although there is no cotton cloth in the world of Gailint Asia, the equipment made of these Warcraft furs is better in terms of cold and warm performance. Coupled with the fact that the soldiers armed by the Norton family have awakened their fighting spirit, the circulation of vitality and blood, coupled with a leather suit, is no problem against the cold.

Compared with the leather jackets and trousers armed by the Norton family, the soldiers of these mountain barbarian patrols just wrapped the fur of the Warcraft on their bodies, which can be said to be piled on their bodies, with several pieces of fur on their bodies. The lower leg is bare, and a leather jacket has two very wide sleeves. No wonder even the eight rings of Shanling. It is equivalent to fighting qi in the rank position of the second silver star, all of them are cold to death. Coming out to patrol, shuddering.

On days without wind and snow, the mountain barbarians hiding in the big cave will send a patrol team of nearly a hundred people to patrol the stockade once in the morning and evening. The main purpose is to see if there are ferocious carnivorous beasts sneaking into the stockade for food. So when Lorist and Reddy were dragging a lot of river fish back to the stockade, they met the mountain barbarians who came out to patrol in the afternoon. They were very surprised, but Lorist spread out and said that they had nothing to eat and had to go fishing. .

The mountain barbarian patrol is very embarrassed, leaving the stockade privately is a big crime. But what you don't eat can never make people starve to death. Besides, didn't Lorist come back? The big guy who led the team thought about it for a long time and decided to confiscate half of the fish as punishment. Although they don't like fish and are afraid of fish bones, it is also good to drink a bowl of fish soup in winter. This thing just passed. Afterwards, the savage Hushan barbarous man sent a bag of mountain kudzu root to Lorist after returning to the cave. From this point of view, these mountain barbarians are relatively honest.

Thirty days later, Lorist had recovered most of his injuries, and one-third of his internal strength had been accumulated in his dantian. After more than ten days, the damage of the meridians can be completely restored after moisturizing and repairing, and Lorist finally let go of his heart. However, several congestion and blood clots on Reddy's head were left with a large congestion clot under Lorist's continuous massage and luck. It is estimated that as long as this large clot is eliminated, Reddy will be able to wake up.

There was a heavy snowstorm outside, and another blizzard.

Lorist sat cross-legged on the fire pit, the cabin was warm like spring. Reddy had just been treated for a while, and he was slumped aside, sleeping soundly. After each treatment, he became extremely lethargic, and sometimes he slept for more than ten hours a day, making Lorist often worried that he would not be able to wake up.

After transporting Jin Shuijue for another big week, he recovered the internal energy consumption of Yun Gong to heal Reddy, and Lorist closed his eyes. I began to think back to the moments when I was fighting with that Canarina Great Sword Master. Thinking of how ridiculous I was before, I was so energetic after defeating the Great Sword Master Xiandi. You can't, thinking that no one in this world can get a bargain under his own sword. I was also complacent. As a result of an assassination, an old swordsman knocked himself from the clouds to the mortal world. Not only did the loyal family soldiers suffer heavy casualties, but they also suffered unspeakable humiliation...

I thought I was good at swordsmanship, I thought that my family was powerful, and I could be at ease in the North. Now it seemed that I was just too arrogant and self-righteous. A third-level great swordsman can make himself so embarrassed, what if a sword master comes, everything is beautiful, only his own strength is the foundation of this world...

Knowing the shame and then courage, Lorist has realized that he no longer let himself go, he must strengthen himself and work hard. Just like now, sitting cross-legged, carefully recalling every sword of the Canainan Great Sword in my mind, carefully figuring out how to resist and counterattack...

There was a loud knock on the door, and Lorist opened his eyes. Strange, who will knock on the door in such a blizzard? You have to be careful not to think of the knocking of those carnivorous beasts as someone knocking on the door. If it's really a Warcraft, it would be great fun to open the door.

"Who?" Lorist asked loudly.

"It's me, open the door!" There was a faint voice outside the door.

Lorist opened the door, and it was the old hunchback mountain man who had wrapped himself like a big ball of meat rushing in.

"It's so cold, so cold..." His face was cold, and there were two old hunchback mountain guys with ice-like mucus hanging under the nose of the wine trough and stomped his feet as soon as he entered the house.

"What are you doing?" Lorist asked coldly.

"What are you doing? Hey, kid, this is mine, you two get out of here!" The old man said with a grin.

The old man of the humpback mountain barbarian may have been too cold to bear in his broken wooden house, and hit his idea on the small wooden house in Lorist.

"Have you forgotten the last time you got the whip? Besides, where is the wind and snow so big, where did you let us go?" Lorist stared at the old hunchback mountain man, and now he doesn't pay attention to the old man. in.

"I don't care where you go, it's good if it freezes to death. Last time, the whip that I got last time hadn't settled the bill with you, so I dared to sue. Now whoever pushes you out will take care of me. The mountain lord will not be like this The big wind and snow came out of the cave. This time, it’s been two months since you asked her to file a complaint, so let me get out!" The old man of the hunchback mountain raised his right hand, and Lorist discovered his hand. Still pulling a thick leather whip.

The old hunchback mountain man whipped a whip on Reddy who was sleeping on the fire pit. Reddy was awakened and looked at the old man inexplicably.

"Don't get out of here!" The old man was irritated by Reddy's look. Raised the whip and wanted to smoke again.

Lorist strode forward and grabbed the whip.

"Damn dog slaves, you dare to resist!" The old man jumped into thunder.

Lorist didn't speak, and punched the old man's heart fiercely.

"Uh..." The old man froze.

Lorist's punch didn't use much internal strength, it was enough to keep the old man stiff for ten minutes. He unceremoniously peeled off the two thick cowhide wrapped around the old man, opened the door and carried the old man and threw him on the snow. Close the door and say to Reddy, "It's okay, you continue to sleep."

"Oh..." Reddy lay down again.

After half an hour, Lorist put on a piece of leather and went out to take a look. The old man of the humpback mountain barbarian has been cold. Lorist removed the ice and snow from the old man's corpse, then carried the corpse to the old man's dilapidated wooden house.

The broken wooden room was as cold as an ice cave, and a broken earthen jar was placed on the floor in the middle of the room as a brazier. The firewood inside was so cold that it was soaked. Lorester found that there were several large cracks in the wooden wall, which were originally plugged with mud mixed with fur, but now it is not known whether it has fallen or cracked, and the cold wind only pours in with the snowflakes. No wonder this old hunchback mountain man can't stand the cold, rushing over the wall like a dog to forcibly occupy the cabin in Lorist...

There is a lot of weeds in the innermost corner of the room, which seems to be the sleeping nest of the old man of the humpback mountain. Lorist threw the old man's corpse on it, took the cowhide off his body and covered it. It looks like the old man is still sleeping.

Then Lorist looked for it in the dilapidated wooden room and found a rusty sword hidden under the haystack. There was nothing good in the room except for some mess and trash. The old man has a lot of food in stock. But Lorist didn’t move, so he took a long sword and a small wooden board and exited the broken log house. Using the small wooden board, he smoothed out his footprints on the snow and the old man’s impressions when he came over and returned. Cabin.

The blizzard lasted for four days and three nights. As soon as it cleared, Lorist and Reddy came out to clean the snow on the roof. After working for most of the day, they finally saw the mountain barbarian patrol coming out of the cave and coming over.

The leader was the brutal man with a shaved beard last time, and he greeted Lorist when he approached him.

Lorist pointed to the broken wooden house of the old man in the humpback mountain and said: "The old man would ask us to help him remove the snow on the roof when the snow stopped several times. What happened?"

So the brutal Hushan brute man led the patrol team to the dilapidated wooden house, and it was unlikely that there would be noisy over there.

Lorist ran over to watch the excitement. The brutal Hushan brutal man saw him beckoning and said, "The old man with the hunchback is freezing to death, come here. He has a few pieces of fur and some bags of mountain kudzu root for you."

Lorester ran over and took the fur and Shan Pueraria root back to the cabin, and took Reddy to help clean the snow beside the broken wooden house. A big hole was dug in the ground to bury the old man of the humpback mountain man.

Without this hunchbacked old man, Lorist and Reddy were left in the huge stockade, and all the mountain barbarians were shrunk in the cave. If Reddy hadn't been awake yet, Lorist would have left here in a swagger.

In the days when thousands of miles of ice were frozen in snow and the cold wind was whistling, in addition to treating Reddy, Lorester was to restore his internal strength to repair the damage of the meridians, and also to sew leather clothing and leather pants with cowhide from the old man of the humpback mountain barbarian. Leather boots, leather gloves and leather masks, as well as leather gowns and gowns to prevent snow blindness. He removed his outer robe to make sewing threads. A small sharp blade, a long needle and several fish hooks were hidden in the outer robe, but now he took them out for sewing leather clothes. Tool of.

Although the sewing craftsmanship was not very good, the leather suits of the two were completed in less than ten days. Next, I made some dry food for the road and two pairs of snowboards made of pine boards. Now I am waiting for Reddy to wake up.

In the remaining days, Lorist practiced his sword in a blizzard frantically, in the days when the wind was whistling, in the snowy night, as long as he got a little insight from the battle with the Canainan sword master, he would Rush into the ice and snow to toss myself until exhausted. that's it. Lorist sharpened his swordsmanship little by little, and the days went by like this.

When three rows of small stars were added to the wooden wall, Reddy's treatment finally reached the final step. Lorist used his left hand to gently press the last bit of blood clotting on Reddy's head. While pressing his palm against his back, luck traveled along his meridians to his head. Hit the blood clot bit by bit, and when the bit of blood clot was finally peeled off, Reddy passed out.

This time Reddy woke up after sleeping for four hours. When he opened his eyes and saw Lorist sitting next to him, he spoke: "My lord, I seem to have a long, long dream..."

Lorist laughed: "Remember what you were doing in your dream?"

Reddy frowned and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I can't remember, there seems to be a lot of people, but the adults have always been by my side... By the way. Your lord, aren't we on the cliff? I shoot. With an arrow from the old man, he couldn't remember anything when he fell off the cliff and his head hurt. My lord, where are we now?"

"We are slaves of the mountain barbarian." Lorist briefly explained the current situation to Reddy, and finally touched his hair: "If you hadn't lost your memory, labor and management would have returned to the family. Territory."

Reddy shook his head and said, "My lord, you are wrong. You should have returned to the family territory soon. It doesn't matter if the family is without me, but without an adult you are afraid of trouble..."

Lorist threw the small silver pot containing the second-level healing potion to him: "Stop worrying about what you shouldn't worry about. Do you think I am the kind of lord who casually discards his family knights? There is still in this silver pot. The last two or three drops of the second-level healing potion. After drinking it, run vindictiveness to restore blood circulation. Give you three days to recover and we will return to the family territory. Without vindictiveness, even leather outfits can't survive the cold weather outside."

Reddy grabbed the small silver pot: "My lord. Is your injury better?"

"Don't worry, I'm all well, just wait for you to recover, hurry up and take the medicine." Lorist said with a smile.

Three days later, Reddy looked at the white sword light flashing on the long sword and was very happy: "Look, your lord, my vindictiveness seems to have grown a bit, and the sword light has grown a bit too."

Lorist was painting with black charcoal on the wooden wall and ignored him.

Reddy put down his sword: "My lord. What are you painting?"

"Oh, I promised to help the mountain barbarian leader here build a canteen for her. I am leaving now, and there is no time to help her. So I drew the following steps and structure diagrams on how to build a canteen on the wooden wall. I hope they can Understand, build their canteen as shown in the picture. It's done right away, you clean up, and we will leave here later." Lorist said as he painted.

When Lorist put down the charcoal in his hand, he lit his torch while admiring his graffiti and said to Reddy: "I should be able to understand these simple paintings of mountain barbarians..."

There was a rapid knock on the door, interrupting Lorist.

Reddy opened the door, and a tightly wrapped man rushed in. The man untied the animal skin around his head, and Lorist discovered that it was the barbarian girl with thick lips.

A sense of shame came to my heart, and Lorist said with cold eyes, "What are you doing?"

A smile appeared on the face of this thick-lips barbarian woman: "I am pregnant with a child, and the witch doctor said after divination that it was your kind..."

Lorist was like a thunderbolt, trembling all over...

Reddy was dumbfounded.

The mountain barbarian woman with thick lips is still saying: "...My husband died in the battle two years ago, and now I am pregnant with your child, I can marry you, so you don’t have to be a slave, you can join us. Come to the tribe, I will treat you well..."

Lorist flashed his figure, grabbed the long sword from the fire pit, and pierced the thick-lip savage woman's chest with a "pounce"...

The mountain barbarian woman with thick lips slowly looked down at the long sword that pierced her chest, and slowly raised her head to look at Lorester, her eyes showing the despair and sorrow before her death, her pale lips trembling and spit out three Word: "Which..."

Lorist was also shaking. He let go of the handle of the sword, and he moved backwards, and finally sat down on the fire pit: "You, you are the greatest and greatest humiliation in my life..."

The mountain barbarian woman with thick lips fell backwards, Reddy stepped forward to support her, the mountain barbarian woman murmured softly: "My child..." and died...

The atmosphere in the cabin seemed to freeze~www.readwn.com~ After a long time, Lorist raised his head: "We'll leave soon..."

Reddy looked at the corpse of the barbarian woman in his hand: "Big, sir, her, what should she do..."

Lorist sighed: "Take it away, find a place to bury her..."

On a lonely hill, Lorist spared no effort to sweep away the thick ice and frozen layer, dug a big hole to bury the corpse of the mountain barbarian woman, and then sat beside the grave for a long time.

"Forget about it, it was a nightmare for me..." Lorist finally stood up.

Reddy nodded.

"Let's go, we should go home..." With a strong support, Lorist galloped down the hill on his skis.

Reddy followed closely, and the two of them passed across the white snowy field like two lightnings...

……(To be continued.)