The moon is as cool as water, and the water is as cold as ice.

Taal put the coarse cloth pants in the stream and rubbed them for a few times and felt so cold.

In desperation, he had to find a stone, press his pants into the stream, and let the water wash it for a while before talking about it.

The temperature is quite cold at night.

Taal squatted down against a tree and curled up to keep warm.

The stream relies on the tribe, and bonfires are lit all night around the tribe, and wild beasts will not come to attack, so safety is guaranteed.

Frozen legs...

Taal looked at the surrounding scenery and wanted to divert his attention.

With the light of the crescent moon, you can barely see the other side of the stream.

There was a narrow pebbles beach, followed by weeds, and deeper into the woods.

The moonlight was not bright, and the woods were just interlaced shadows of dark green and pure black in Taal's eyes;

The wind blew, and the rustling sound came to Taal's ears.

Very cold.

It's not just cold legs.

My body is also cold.

Not just because of the lack of clothing.

Or because...

When Taal was feeling emotion, he suddenly heard a sound coming from not far away - someone came out of the tribe again.

At the big night... are there anyone else who doesn't sleep?

The man had a shiny big bald head, which was quite easy to identify even in the dim moonlight.

It's Rut...why did he come here?

Rut held a piece of monster meat in his left hand and several long dead branches in his right hand;

He picked a relatively dry place on the bank of the stream, sat down, broke the dead branches, and built them into a simple bonfire;

Then, he used fire-attribute magic to ignite the bonfire - almost everyone in the Corey tribe can ignite it.

Of course, most people just use it in their daily lives, light a fire, ice, water, etc.

He skillfully put the monster meat on his hands and then put it on a bonfire to roast it - it seems that he was coming out for a midnight snack.

It took a while for the monster meat to be roasted, and Rut took advantage of this moment to look at the surroundings; he easily found Tar sitting next to the tree.

"Ah, isn't this Tar?" Rut greeted Tar enthusiastically, "Come here and sit down and try it together!"

Taal didn't want to disturb him, so he kept silent. Since he was revealed, then...

I still don’t want to go there! I’m just that pair of pants in the stream!

Even if you are all men, you can't be so casual and "honest"!

"Ah, are you washing your pants?" Rut looked at Taal carefully, "Well, how old are you, and you're still so shy?"

It has nothing to do with how old you are!

Taal still resisted very much.

"All the big men, come here! Why do I have to come over and invite you?"

Since this is what we say...

Taal bent down and blocked the collar of his shirt as much as possible, and walked over and sat down.

"Hey." Rut looked at Taal carefully, and his radiant eyes made Taal feel a little embarrassed.

"What...what happened?" Taal asked in panic.

"Good figure, pretty sturdy."

What's going on with this ambiguous tone?

Taal was thinking about finding an excuse to run away;

Does he have any "special" hobbies?

Some extremely brave men of the Corey clan believe that conquering men is the most fulfilling;

According to the tradition of the Korre people, women appear weak and powerless than men, so defeating women is not a glorious act; a true brave man should defeat men.

On various levels.

Thinking of this, Taal felt that his goosebumps were about to fall off.

Tar's father told him some legends between tribes; one of them said that in a large tribe a long time ago, there were three extremely mighty warriors, whose names were Dipp, Dark, and Vantesi;

At a grand celebration that happened once in a decades, they fought for three days and three nights in various eye-catching and eye-catching ways, and it has been said to be a good story.

Of course, not everyone can accept such beautiful talk, such as Tal.

"Thank you... Thank you for your praise!" Taal said as he moved backwards.

"It seems you can't understand the charm of wrestling." Rut saw from Taal's eyebrows that he was more resistant, and he couldn't help but pat his thigh, feeling deeply regretful.

Generally speaking, the competition between tribal warriors starts with wrestling - this "competition" contains many types.

Huh, fortunately he doesn't plan to use a strong one...

"Since we can meet here, we have a good relationship, so let's talk." Rut sighed, "It's a pity. If I had known that I would have met you, I should have brought some wine. It's so pleasant for us to drink and eat meat!"

"Thank you very much for the reception, but forget about the wine..." Taal waved his hand. He was not very interested in the smell of the wine.

"Today, you guys are lucky!" Rut took out a small cloth bag from his arms, "Today, I brought the chili powder! Hey, I thought I could eat alone alone, but I didn't expect to meet you!"

Is chili pepper? This is really rare.

Although you can barely grow grain and most of them are vegetables in the mountains, it is difficult to get the important condiment of "chili".

In the areas controlled by the Korie people, only the Shenjiang Basin and the Green Sea Plain have pepper output, which is extremely expensive, and due to transportation difficulties, they are basically in a market-free position.

Therefore, if you want to get peppers, you have to start from the Kingdom of Fares.

"Hehe, this is the best bite." Rut stared at the sizzling barbecue and licked his tongue. "What a pity, chili is enough for this time; next time, maybe when will it be! Tall, remember this taste!"

"Hmm..." The aroma of the barbecue made Taal swallow his saliva.

This is much better than the roasted monster meat distributed at lunch.

In this desperate environment, only Captain Rut and Princess Nya are not biased against Tar.

Rut had seen many killing scenes, and he had more than ten lives under his command, but he was never a bloodthirsty person.

He will only attack the enemies who waved their weapons at him;

If the enemy has no intention of fighting, he will not be willing to fight with him;

If the enemy had no power to resist, he would not have brutally killed him.

He is a proud warrior.

Even when he was robbing the villages of the Kingdom of Fares, he would not kill women and children; on the contrary, he would also properly cover them, just like the noble who had released Taal.

Rut held a certain amount of mercy for Tar, who survived the disaster;

What's more, Tar works hard and doesn't like to cause trouble. He prefers such people.

During these days, he has taken care of Tardo and there is nothing special about eating barbecue together.

In Taal's opinion, he was like his eldest brother.
Chapter completed!