Ali's Bizarre Adventure

Zula pushed open the door of the tavern. This kind of tavern on the side of the road usually entertains passers-by.

Basically, all comers are welcome, as long as there is something to exchange for wine.

In the tavern, there were a few broken tables covered with hacks and axes, and some benches had broken legs.

Fix it again with nails and rope.

Drunk people are always restless.

Zura shook the snow off her body, and stomped her feet a few times before entering the house, but she still entered with a bit of a chill.

The shoes stepped on the ground and were wet.

"Is there any cheaper wine?"

Zura looked at the wine list hanging on the wall. There were many kinds of wine on it, but he didn't recognize any of them.

To be precise, it was because he couldn't read, not because of alcohol.

A woman propped her chin with her hands, raised her head lazily and glanced at Zula, this kind of poor ghost really made her lose her spirits.Compared to receiving such homeless furnace households, she would rather receive people from ordinary tribes.

These people can often bring some good things, such as furs, daggers, animal teeth, charms, or food.

And most of these wandering stove households have nothing.

Want to come to the white wolf with empty gloves.

These people may die any day, and they don't care about their own character and image at all.

"Do you have anything to exchange?"

Women wear clean fur that looks fine, soft and of good quality.Her eyes were still lazy, she just raised her eyelids and glanced at Zula, "I don't want the tattered clothes on your body."

Zula smiled, these clothes were his only thing to keep out the cold, even if a woman asked for it, he would not be willing to give it.

And the clothes on his body were a little torn, but they were quite warm.

"how about this?"

Zura put his battle ax on the table, "It's iron, very sharp, and the handle is red cedar."

"Four glasses of Forsyne, and an Erniuk steak."

The woman put away the tomahawk, and went directly into the wine cellar to make wine without asking Zura if she would like it.

She was not afraid of the anger of the few people in front of her.

Anyone who is smarter will not cause trouble in the tavern, and the tavern hoarding food and wine is opened on the side of the road, and he is not afraid of being robbed.

There is no doubt that there is naturally a powerful tribe behind her, providing her with protection.

"Here comes your wine."

The woman put the wine in a large wooden cup on the table, "Erniuk steak, it will be here soon."

Zula's ax is his treasure.

But that doesn't matter.

He is old.

"I heard that a newly rising tribe passed by here, and their tribe protects all furnace households..."

Zula took the wine and went to the next table.

He also took the Ernuk steak that had just been delivered, and put it on their table.

Those people ate naturally, "Is it called Avarosa? I've heard this name a lot recently."

"What? You want to join Avarosa?"

a man asked.

"Apart from Avarosa, what tribe is willing to take in the downcast Fudo? Their tribe is rising."

Zura took a sip of the frothy wine, which tasted like water.

"Hahaha."

A woman laughed, "Rising? This is the funniest joke I've heard today. Can a tribe that takes in troubled households rise? One person is just one mouth. Even Iceborn can't support these people, right? "

Chapter 358 The Temptation Tavern

Tavern.

The beautiful boss, dressed in white and soft fur, was half sitting and half lying on a chair, with a hint of laziness in his expression.

"One person is one mouth. Even an Iceborn can't support so many people, right? I dare say that it won't be long before the Avarosa tribe you mentioned will completely disappear from the Northland."

said a dark-skinned woman.

There are many bone ornaments hanging on her body, and a smooth and slender rare animal tooth is stuck in her hair.Perhaps plucked from some ancient creature.

"Everyone says their war mother is the reincarnation of Avarosa."

Zura said.

"Hahaha."

The lazily half-lying boss suddenly laughed, her smooth thighs were exposed from the white and soft fur, but she was not an Iceborn, it might just be that the fur on her body was warmer.

Or simply more casual, planning to find a few men to comfort during the long night.

Her waist is like a thin willow facing the wind, her blond hair is combed as clean as water, and there is always a hint of coquettishness in her movements and postures.Such women are rare in the Freljord, but not without them.

But Zu La knew that the more coquettish and weak she was, the more dangerous she might be.

In the North, everyone is a warrior!

"why are you laughing?"

Zula looked at the boss, his eyes were full of obsession, and his voice was gentle and low.

Looks like a timid old rascal.

"Avarosa's reincarnation, this kind of story can only deceive those weak people who can't survive."

The woman propped her head with one hand, lying half-lying on her body, "Weak people are always willing to believe in some false things. After all, only in this way can they have a glimmer of hope in their originally hopeless lives."

"It seems that only me and these children will join the Avarosa tribe here."

Zura sighed.

A woman cut a piece of roast with a knife and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes on Zura.

She smiled, "Avarosa even wants an old man like you?"

"They accept all followers."

Zura replied.

"By the way, I heard that there is a tribe bigger than Avarosa nearby. Do you know?"

Zula buried her head in the wine, her wrinkles were full of fatigue and weather, "If we don't find the Avarosa tribe, we will have nowhere to go. These children are still young, they can hunt, farm, and Can fight. At that time, maybe I can go to another tribe to try my luck, and I must find a way to survive."

"You die of this heart!"

A man said bluntly, "The other tribe you are talking about is the Shandor tribe, right? We are all Shandor people, but our tribe has never accepted exiles from outside."

"Then how can your tribe have so many people?"

Zura asked.

Several people looked at each other and smiled at the same time, "Do you think it is difficult to have a baby?"

"Er...it's not difficult."

Zula scratched her head, "I used to have more than a dozen children, but now none of them are gone. Hunger, cold, disease, war, beasts, storms, children's lives are always fragile, and some old people , but he never died..."

Zura looked a little sad, his words made the atmosphere in the tavern a little bit heavier.

"Old man, don't be sad. Tribulations only make us stronger."

A man raised his glass and touched Zura. "May Volibear bestow upon you wild fortitude and the fury of the storm."

Zula took out a black bone dagger from her body and walked towards the boss, "For some good wine, this is the last thing I have."

It seems that he wants to drink away his worries, and he seems to be a pure drunk.When Zura spoke, she was a little lisp.

"Is this the tooth of a sawfish?"

"You know the goods."

Zura leaned on the counter. "Get more wine. This is a good thing I got when I killed a sawfish as tall as a redwood alone in the middle of the sea."

"Things are good things, but..."

The boss glanced at Zula coquettishly. Among all kinds of charms, there was a sharpness that pierced the lies. "I'm afraid you picked it up from the corpse, or killed someone somewhere in the dark, right?"

"Well, twenty glasses of ale for you."

The woman lifted up her skirt and stuffed the dagger into her chest. Her movements were slow, as if she deliberately let people see the flashing whiteness. "Next time there is such a thing, remember to come to me."

Fill the table with ale in large wooden mugs.

Several people from the Shandor tribe looked at Zula with different expressions.But everyone thought he was an alcoholic.

If he got drunk, he might be thrown into the snow by his boss, where he would freeze into an ice corpse.

This kind of thing happens occasionally.

"Friends of the Shandor tribe, let's drink this wine together. Since the demise of my tribe, I have never had a drink with anyone, nor have I heard the songs of the Northland at the banquet. Even my No one wants to hear the story..."

Zula looked sad, "I hope you will listen to the story of my battle ax and the serrated dagger."

"We'd love to have a drink, and a story. But..."

A woman picked up a glass of ale, "But we don't want to hear some old drunkard boasting about fabricated glory here. If you don't mind, we can tell you the story of our war mother, and the great deeds of the Shandor tribe .I can assure you that you will be so enthralled that you will forget the sad things."

Zula looked a little unwilling, and he took a sip of ale, "What good stories do you guys have..."

A few people from the Shandor tribe were smiling.

You can tell they have some pride and their tribe has a lot of stories to tell.

Each one can terrify these furnace owners.

When the owner of the tavern heard that they were going to tell the story of the Shandor people, he also sat down with great interest.

With a coquettish fragrance.

Fascinated Zula, with a casual glance, you can see a piece of white flowers, sometimes it is an arm, sometimes it is a thigh...

dizzying...

Several Thandor told stories that made them proud, among them the warmothers of the Horde, and the Iceborn warriors.Of course, there are also stories of their tribes looting and hunting some ancient beasts.

The tavern owner also talked about a few things, but they were all romantic affairs in the tribe. For example, in the home of a certain dead man, animal oil lamps were lit day and night, and every morning, a different man would come out...

Like the story of herself and an iceborn warrior.

Most of the stories record the glory of the tribe, but there are also some stories that just enliven the atmosphere.

Every Freljord loves to tell stories, and hopes to leave a good one for future generations to tell.

This is the only proof they ever existed!

Chapter 359 Tribal Priest Lilia

early morning.

Ari is sleeping with Lilia in his arms.

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a knock on the door outside, and a somewhat vicissitudes of voice sounded, "Ari, I'm back."

Ari quickly got dressed, and ran over barefoot to open the door.

"Zula."