Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1807 "Bad Boy" Mintai

"She has a good plan. She wants to subdue the entire Bantu tribe without bloodshed!" An old man in the tribe sneered and dissatisfied. Although his beard and hair are all white, the muscles on his arms are still strong, and his tattoos are vivid. Wolf head totem.

The small town of Shatley and the Sterry Plateau are places with a severe cold climate, difficult to cultivate, and the products are not abundant. Although it is better than the extreme environment of the Wannian Snow Mountain, it is not so good.

It would be too wishful thinking to gain the loyalty of nearly 20 people from the entire Bantu tribe with some soil that the empire does not value. It can be described as a good deal.

"Buwanga, this matter is absolutely non-negotiable. Bantu, the first hero of the tribe thousands of years ago, led his warriors to the current Bel Mare. He was full of glory and shocked the mainland. How can we rely on others now!"

The respected old people expressed their objections one after another, drank the kumiss in anger, and then walked down the mountain.

"I guess they are calling me short-sighted and don't know what honor is." Buvanga shrugged, looked up at the vast and fertile land of the Southern Empire, and showed a little envy on his vicissitudes and resolute face.

The harsh environment restricts the development of the Bantu people. The geographical restrictions of living in a corner, and the cultural customs that are completely different from the Arad continent, doom the Bantu people to slowly fall to the end of the era.

The changes in the world seem to have changed, especially since the outbreak of the transfer phenomenon, Allard seemed to be running slowly and leisurely.

Can the honor of the past be eaten in the stomach?
Even Delos, who inherited the honor of Perus, was not a civil strife, and almost fell apart and collapsed into a vassal state.

As a well-received patriarch, Buvanga has a long-term vision, and must not be indulging in the short-term stability and stop moving forward. When others are facing the times, the Bantu tribe has just had enough food and clothing.

"Stick to the traditional ancestral land, or seek a new breakthrough, no matter what it is, it is a great challenge for the Bantu people, and it is related to the fate of the tribe!" Buwanga continued. He recovered well and had a healthy body. spirit.

Sticking to it means being constrained by the natural environment and poor resources, and breaking through means that the Bantu people have to abandon the beliefs and traditions engraved in their blood.

In fact, Buwanga also opposed the proposal of Empress Josephine. He paid some relatively desolate land to recruit the three tribes in the snow mountain.

He also understood that Josephine was just expressing her attitude. The empire has similar ideas, and you just need a way to make a living. If the Bantu people really can't survive in the future because of environmental problems, you can come to find them with this secret letter. Me, let's negotiate in detail.

Of course, before that, even if it had a territory of thousands of miles, the empire would not give up an inch of land.

Yelin sighed softly, and thus thought of the long time ago, when the land area of ​​the Arad continent was much smaller than it is now, it was Master Maar who raised a large amount of seawater to the sky, exposing new fertile soil, allowing all races to reproduce.

Fertile land cannot be born out of thin air. The harsh environment of the Wannian Snow Mountain has been exploited to the extreme, and the development of the Bantu people has ushered in invisible shackles.

The charcoal is red and bright, and the iron stick is strung with a piece of mutton fat and a piece of mutton. Mintai sprinkles a little salt and barbecue seasoning powder on it. The fragrance is tangy and tantalizing.

The first set of ten meat skewers had been grilled just right, Min Tai carefully placed them on the plate, and under Rabina's expectant gaze, he handed it to Ye Lin first.

"Try it quickly, how does it taste, how salty is it, do you want chili powder?"

Thanks to the opening of the trade road on the ridge, the Bantu people can buy cheap and plentiful spices, and the cooking taste of food has improved to a higher level. In the past, the meat had a strong smell, and they often cooked soup with some ingredients. .

Yelin picked up a bunch, handed the rest to Buwanga, nodded and said: "The meat is fragrant but not greasy, the color is attractive, and the saltiness is moderate. Mintai's craftsmanship is really good, comparable to the best chefs. I couldn't bear to eat it all."

Rabina, who was waiting on the side, looked stunned and jealous, and the sour taste almost became a real condiment.

Min Tae~ I’m your brother, dear brother, shouldn’t you think about me first, even if you hand me a bunch at the same time, complaining silently.

And isn't it just a bunch of mutton skewers, why do you forcefully praise it as a delicacy, a treasure of a state banquet, don't be ashamed, Rabina is full of complaints.

After eating some food and wine, the coldness of the mountain ridge was dispelled, and Ye Lin gave Buwanga a sideways glance, "If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it, mother-in-law and mother are not like you."

He didn't think that Buwanga's heroic expression on the ridge, blaming Fang Qiu, was really just an expression of emotion and a whim.

Bhuvanga really laughed out loud, a little ashamed of his twitching, raised his glass and touched Yelin, and said: "Your realm is much higher than ours, and you can see a world that we can't reach. Have you ever seen a great world?" Wolf God, Bull God, Bingxin Rabbit God?"

The Bantu tribe has indeed encountered a huge dilemma in survival and development. With his own strength and heroic courage, he is no longer able to lead the Bantu tribe to a mysterious and unpredictable future.

The three major tribes urgently need a higher existence to point out the maze, clear away the confused clouds, and lead them in the direction of progress, that is, the holy beast totems they believe in, wolves, cows, and rabbits.

But apart from Min Tai meeting the Bingxin Rabbit God once, no one has ever seen other holy beasts, and even some narrow-minded members of the tribe wondered if Min Tai was lying.

Now that Yelin has glimpsed the divine realm, is there a way to find the totem holy beast of the Bantu tribe? This is very important to the deadlocked Bantu tribe.

"I just met Bingxin Rabbit God by chance, in a very magical and special world." Ye Lin subconsciously touched his waist and abdomen, the rabbit's legs were as strong as a falling star, and his almost immortal body Can be kicked to break the defense.

He understood Buwanga's worries as the patriarch, the waves abandoned by the times, and fell behind in the blink of an eye.

Ye Lin also told that instead of asking herself, it is better to ask Min Tae to pray more. She has really seen Bing Xin Rabbit God, and she can testify.

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The starry sky in the snow-capped mountains seems to be clearer and clearer, the moon is bright and bright, the sky is full of stars, the air is slightly cold, and everything is quiet and quiet.

After curing Buvanga, Yelin originally wanted to take his good boy Mintai back to Hedunmar, to rest early, and to have time to go to school tomorrow.

But Min Tai still remembers the leave note written by Ye Lin, maybe it was infected by the bear girl Biyana, the good boy suddenly had a little bad idea, a hard-won opportunity, justifiably lazy for a day, she is smart , courses in various disciplines can keep up.

"Mintai, you have been studying in Hutton Marr for two years, right?" Ye Lin made her a pot of spiritual leaf tea, which tasted sweet, saliva-filled lips and teeth, and could slightly increase her perception of magic.

"Well, it's been two years since the summer vacation." Min Tai lowered his head and sipped hot tea, wearing a warm coat, his bright and pretty cheeks were rosy and moving.

"Are you graduating next year?" Ye Lin mentioned this, feeling a little disappointed.

"Well, the original plan was to study for three years, and now I'm an awakened person." Min Tai smiled, and a wisp of crystal white snowflakes twirled at her fingertips. Her progress was very fast.

Not only is she quite accomplished in elemental magic, but also the unique wizard secret arts of the Bantu tribe. She has also studied very seriously, and has almost mastered all the secret arts.

The pure and kind-hearted Min Tai didn't know why Ye Lin was so depressed all of a sudden, he thought he was caught in the cold on the mountain ridge, and reached out to touch the temperature of his forehead.

"Mintai, after graduation, are you going back to the Bantu tribe? I really can't bear it."

Although it was something that would be considered a year later, now that Ye Lin suddenly brought it up, Min Tai was a little stunned.

She lives in the magic school, but every weekend, she basically goes to the manor to have a meal. The sisters are also very kind to her, pampering her like their own sisters.

If after graduation, I really return to the Bantu tribe to become a wizard, will it be difficult to see everyone?

It's not that she doesn't have a sense of responsibility to the Bantu people, nor is it that she is greedy for Hutton Mar's comfortable life, but the pain of parting is natural and unavoidable.

Another year, it sounds like a long time, but it is often just a fleeting moment, slipping away from under the nose without knowing it.

"I... I also miss you all." Min Tai held his teacup and looked at the bright stars in the sky, murmured, and slowly leaned his head on Ye Lin's shoulder.

　The second is tomorrow... ah... I really want to rain

　　
　
(End of this chapter)