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Chapter 47 The Barbarian Messenger
The northern permafrost is where a large tribal gathering place is located.

Behind the wooden spiked fence are arched igloos piled up with ice cubes.

A half-person-high pothole was dug in the mud below the igloo, and the mud was covered with sheets of fur on both sides to ensure a warm environment inside.

This is the way of life passed down from generation to generation by the barbarian tribes on the frozen land. They live along the river and live by hunting and fishing.

The main material of the igloo is made of the solid ice that freezes in Hanoi in winter, which allows them to quickly build a camp just by carrying furs with them, so that they can follow their prey to migrate in winter.

The center of the tribe, in the largest igloo.

"Master Nathan, as I said, now your elder brother, the former Viscount Pecks of Black Rock City, has died, and his eldest son Bourne has also died. Now it is yours who inherits Black Rock City and the title of Viscount Niece, a little girl who doesn't understand anything."

A mercenary sat on a warm fur rug, excitedly stating the situation in Black Rock City to the man in front of him.

After hearing what he said, Nathan Pecks' eyes were uncertain.

He recalled his despair and remorse when he was exiled to this frozen land by his elder brother, Viscount Pecks, more than ten years ago.

He regretted his rebellious immaturity and hated his brother's cold-bloodedness.

Just as he was lying on the snow in despair, waiting for his body to stiffen and die, a strong barbarian woman passed by and picked him up.

Now more than ten years have passed, his elder brother has died, but he has become the head of a large tribe.

Recalling that scene back then, Nathan couldn't help but feel like laughing.

Who would have thought that the exiled criminal back then would become the only person with the orthodox blood of the Pecks family today.

In order to obtain more resources these years, Nathan, who understands the language of the kingdom and the language of the barbarians, often obtains news about Black Rock City through mercenaries who enter the frozen soil.

Not only that, he also exchanged many hard-to-obtain materials from Black Rock City through mercenaries.

Relying on his unique advantages and being the husband of the tribe leader's daughter, this allowed him to hold power in the barbarian tribe.

But even so, he still longed to return to Black Rock City, to that luxurious and comfortable aristocratic society.

Instead of being in this frigid place, hugging the wife whose arms were thicker than his thighs and exuded a strong body odor.

"Is Cassana actually the Lord of Black Rock City now?"

Nathan had met her before his exile, when Kassanna was just a newborn baby.

"So the actual ruling right of Black Rock City may have been taken away by the members of the noble council. Is it Vicki or the idiot of the Ashford family?"

"No, it's a baron who just arrived, Ronan Orange!" the mercenary gritted his teeth.

He remembered the humiliation and panic he had to flee into the frozen ground in order to avoid the search of the city defense army, which was exactly the order issued by the other party.

"Who is that?" Nathan frowned, he had never heard of this name.

"He claimed to be Kassana's fiancé, and he used your niece to become the acting city lord. The territory he owns is the Cold Wind Territory closest to the frozen land."

"Not only that, but I also inquired about the news that the Cold Wind Territory is currently undergoing extensive construction, and your niece and the acting city lord are there now."

"Aren't they in Black Rock City now?" Nathan stared at him after listening to him.

The mercenary nodded quickly, using his life to guarantee that his words were absolutely true.

Thinking of the location of the Cold Wind Territory not too far away, Nathan's eyes flickered.

As long as Cassana disappears from this world, he can return to Black Rock City and take over the power of the Pex Family.

"Come on, go and call my sons over, I have something to announce!"

"Barbarian messenger? What is that?" In the main hall of the old castle, Ronan asked Old Mo.

"It was a group of barbarian savages wearing animal skins. There were six people in total. They were caught by the patrols outside not long ago with a box of furs."

Old Motou explained, "The leader of the barbarians can use the kingdom's language simply. According to what he said, he will represent the Frostwolf tribe and wants to establish a trade relationship with us, and is willing to exchange furs for supplies."

Ronan turned to look at another old man, who was the old head of Licorice Village who knew a little about barbarians.

"Have you seen anything like this before?"

"Sorry my lord, I have never heard of any barbarian tribe willing to trade with the people of the kingdom." The old village chief shook his head.

"The savage who can speak the Kingdom language is slightly different from his companions in appearance." Old Motou added, "Although he also has the thick hair of a barbarian, he is smaller in stature, and his bone structure is closer to the people of the Kingdom."

"Although he is not proficient in Wang Guoyu, he is able to fully express himself, which means he has been trained for a long time."

In other words, there may be kingdom people living in the barbarian tribes, and they have reproduced their offspring.

Ronan understood what Old Motou meant.

The situation of the barbarian tribes on the frozen soil was beyond his expectation.

Due to the lack of understanding of the frozen soil environment, if the knights under him rashly go deep into the battle with the barbarians, the obstacles brought by the combat environment such as snow, woods, mountains and rivers will inevitably lead to extremely high battle losses.

And just like the special powers possessed by vampires, it is likely that the barbarian tribes who believe in the ancient legends of the frozen land also possess extraordinary powers.

Therefore, he has no plans to take the initiative to attack until he finds out the details of the other party.

But now these barbarians actually sent people to look for him on their own initiative, and they also had the ability to communicate.

This put Ronan in a good mood, "If the terms of their material exchange are reasonable, then promise them first."

Old Motou can be fully responsible for this matter.

At the beginning, Ronan wanted to summon the barbarian messenger to understand the situation, but after being reminded by the old Motou, he reacted.

As the lord of the Cold Wind Territory, he needs to maintain the majesty of the territory. Unless the leader of the other party comes to the door, the barbarian messenger is not qualified to see him yet.

"My lord, besides that, they also said that it was getting dark and the road back to the tribe was not safe. They hoped to rest in the territory for one night."

Ronan looked out of the window, it was dusk and the sun was setting.

This time period is the time when the predators standing at the top of the permafrost food chain are dispatched on a large scale.

"Yes." Ronan nodded, and then ordered, "Arrange them in the outskirts of the hotel, and notify Ed that he will be in charge of patrolling there tonight."

In today's town, apart from routine patrols to maintain safety, what really guarantees the stability here are the crows standing on the branches.

The surveillance cameras formed by the crows covered the entire town and surrounding areas in all directions.

Once there is any abnormality, the crows will issue an alarm, and then notify Ronan at the signal center.

(End of this chapter)