Carrying experimental equipment and power samples, Todd rode Griffon Henry for two days and one night, and finally reached the sky above Froststone Tribe.

　　 Looking down from a high altitude, the original ruins of broken walls have now been basically cleaned up. All kinds of people are busy in the camp, sweeping the snow and building wooden houses.

　　 The sound of griffin flapping its wings attracted people's attention. The sharp-eyed man looked towards the northern sky and shouted: "The leader is back!"

　　 Todd, who changed into Boyle's appearance, directed Henry to slowly descend to the ground, and the wooden box under the griffon's claws was gently put down.

　　 Turning over and jumping off Henry's back, Todd looked at the people gathered around him, nodded and smiled to indicate to them. Among these people are the gladiators who fought side by side with him, the tribe he rescued from prison, and many strangers he didn't know. But from the corner of his eye, he still unconsciously aimed at the chic building in the camp that had just been built.

　　 "Boss!"

　　 Ackerman, who was counting the grain in the camp, ran over because of the short distance.

　　 Todd looked at this young man in his early twenties, with frostbite on the back of his hand, but with a happy smile on his face. He nodded and said, "How about the camp?"

　　 Looking around the people around him, Ackerman came to Todd's side and whispered: "Boss, we need to find a quiet place."

Todd glanced at the small building not far away, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, nodded to Ackerman and said, "Call all the people in charge, I want to understand the current situation. By the way! This wooden box It contains extremely important equipment, and it is transported to a safe place, and then someone will be taken care of."

　　 Ten minutes later, the lobby of the tribal long house.

　　 Ackerman, Casper, and Minnie were sitting by the firepit, and the three of them quietly waited for the leader to speak.

Todd has just heard two news from them: The first news is that the barbarian veteran Fried has taken his tribe to the south to transport weapons and armor; as for the other, it is probably bad for the camp. information.

　　 Sitting cross-legged at the top of the long house, Todd touched his chin and said, "Sixty-nine people have left?"

Ackerman and Casper looked at each other. The former said: "During your absence, Boss, many people...Leave here, some of them are gladiators who miss their loved ones, and some hear that the army wants Coming civilians."

Seeing Todd groaning, Casper slapped his thigh vigorously and said dullly: "These people don't know the situation at all. The snow has blocked all the roads. The army is still hunting for fish that slipped through the net. At this time, he left the camp. There is only a dead end.

　　 The old shaman Minnie seemed to be saying to herself: "We need to reinvigorate people's confidence."

　　 Todd closed his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "In the camp, what else is there except for someone leaving?"

　　 Ackerman said with a serious expression: "According to the knight's investigation results, Ulster scouts are becoming more and more frequent. They may not wait for the beginning of spring and will attack here."

　　Kasper continued: "Only an arrow tower was built in the camp, and the surrounding wooden wall only encloses two hundred meters. The defense facilities are too weak."

　　 Todd asked, "How many troops can we use?"

　　Casper thought for a while, and gave a vague number: "About four hundred people."

　　 Todd was a little surprised: "There are only four hundred people?"

"Including the twenty-eight knights, more than two hundred gladiators, plus about one hundred tribal fighters." After reporting these numbers, Ackerman paused, and added: "The outdoor cold, harsh The shelter, coupled with the heavy labor, made many people sick. Moreover, the weapons and armor we used to arm the soldiers were also seriously inadequate..."

　　 Todd frowned when he heard this, and asked, "Why haven’t the equipment shipped from the watch fort arrived at the camp?"

"From the camp, there are more than 400 kilometers to the south, and most of the journey is winding mountain roads. Even if we organized dozens of sleigh rides, it would take at least a month to go back and forth, and Still on the premise of good weather."

　　 Todd counted the time, and when the weapons and armor were delivered to the camp, he might not be able to keep up with the war with the Ulsters.

He re-strokes the forces on hand. Most of Boyle’s people have not received systematic military training, which may be embarrassing. Although the gladiators have excellent personal combat capabilities, they face the formation of an army. , And there is no way to organize an effective attack, so it cannot be the main force of the army.

　　The only thing that can form combat power is Alfonso and his 27 guard knights.

　　 While Todd was still thinking about Alfonso and his troops, the deity who had returned from patrol walked into the hall of the tribe.

　　 Alfonso looked at Todd in the seat, his eyes lit up, took off the helmet on his head, walked quickly to the firepit, and said, "Your... Chief, you are back."

　　 Todd looked at the snowflakes on the opponent's armor before he could flick off, and smiled and said, "Sit down first."

　　 Alfonso gave a knightly salute to Todd, then took off his sword and sat down by the firepit.

　　 Before the two could speak, the latter was surprised to find that the former was actually using the torches burning in the firepit to burn the metal armor.

　　 Todd widened his eyes and asked, "Alfonso, what are you doing?!"

Alfonso held a torch in one hand, and with the other hand, he pushed away the parasite limbs on his face, and replied: "Boss, I found a strange thing. Since I arrived in the north, the "keel" on my body has become stiff. Incomparably, sometimes it is very laborious to move the joints. But as long as it is heated with fire, it will return to normal."

　　 "What's this?" Todd stood up, walked to Alfonso's side, and carefully observed the keel parasites on him.

　　 The limbs of the parasite slumped together listlessly, and the important joints were as hard as ice, and they felt like rocks in the refrigerator.

　　 Todd glanced at the heavy snow flying outside, and suddenly remembered something.

　　 The keel itself can isolate high temperatures and absorb flames. It should be a parasite that likes a warm environment. But the Froststone Tribe is in the middle of winter, and the pee outside the door can be frozen into popsicles, let alone the keel?

Alfonso reached out from the gap in the armor and pulled out a bunch of animal fur, and said to Todd: "We thought of a lot of ways. One of them is to put fur between the armor and the keel. It keeps warm, but if you stay outside for a long time, the keel will still become stiff."

　　 Todd retracted his gaze and thought about it for a while.

　　 In this situation, isn’t it just right to use tyrants to evolve keel parasites? As long as the "frozen" bacteria in the ability library are used to upgrade and transform the keel, it will be able to adapt to this low temperature environment. But this matter can be put aside later. Todd plans to ask the enemy's movements: "Are there any movements from the Ulsters?"

"I took my men and went to the forest entrance seven kilometers away from the camp to inspect." Alfonso used hard stones and drew a simple map on the ground of the longhouse: "The advance of Ulster The troops, already on the plains at the edge of the forest, have begun to build camps, and they seem to be determined to launch an attack."

　　 Casper looked at the map on the soil and shook his head: "In such a cold winter, launching an attack does not meet the prerequisites for war."

　　 Todd walked to the gate~lightnovelpub.net~ and looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window: "Wars have always served for the sake of politics."

　　 Ackerman and Kasper looked at each other, they asked with a puzzled look: "Boss, what do you mean?"

　　 Todd sighed, these people in the barbarian camp are still far from the Cumberland, Emerson and others of the Muxi Kingdom in terms of strategic vision.

"Think about it, the king of Ulster, first imprisoned the former crown prince and his son for unwarranted crimes; then in the arena, regardless of the spectators' lives and deaths, he released the beasts and offended a large number of nobles in the city. Now He desperately needs a war to divert the attention of everyone in the country; with a victory, to prove to everyone how tragic the end of those who betray and disobey him will be."

　　 Listening to Todd's words, Ackerman understood a little bit: "So, Congeborg can disregard Connaught's threats, and we must be dealt with first?"

Casper thinks things are a little bad: "If you think about it this way, this war may be a war of throne and power for Conchi Urban. He must win, and if he fails, wait. What he will only be the overwhelming resistance in the country."

Todd stepped out of the door with one foot and turned around and said to everyone in the room: "Yes, we must be prepared. The enemy may come out. Because of this war, Conch Urban has gone all out and has nothing to do. Other methods."

　　

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