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Chapter 237 87. The Unscrupulous Morathi
(Talking about the Huns, if it’s interesting, let’s talk about it, there’s a lot of popular science content)

Dacius held his nose and casually crossed his legs and looked at the illegal immigrant who was a certain distance away from him.

This was the last illegal immigrant. There were six kneeling in a row at the beginning, and five of them had their throats cut and bled by Dorian.

Dorian was still tightly grasping the illegal immigrant's messy and dirt-filled hair with his gloved right hand, and muttered viciously at the illegal immigrant in a language that Dacius could not understand.

Dacius suddenly lost interest, stood up and raised his head at Dorian who was still asking, and then opened the curtain and walked out of the tent.He let out a breath after stepping out of the tent, feeling like he was finally alive.

"My Old Sage! I would rather sleep with a group of stinky little pears than enter this tent again." Walter, who followed Daxus out, said quickly, and then He began to breathe heavily.

"Haven't they taken a bath since they were born?" Cowell said with disgust, doing the same movements as Walter.

"You can go in again and ask that Hun yourself instead of Dorian, or lie on that Hun and smell it." Dacius said casually.

Kewell laughed dryly, he knew that Dacius was joking, and then the Duruccis present all laughed loudly.

This is already the fourth day of the Battle of Gorond. Dacus, who was squatting in the walled city, still had nothing to do. He put together the tongue he caught a few days ago. Inquire about some news to relieve boredom, let alone the deployment of the enemy's military force, even if it is the local customs.

It is understood that these Huns are all from a tribe called Kui. They are quite good at light cavalry, and they have bred tough ponies on cold hillsides. These ponies are built for endurance and survival in harsh climates. bred to survive where the big southern war horses would starve to death, and they would ride them into battle when they attacked the more civilized lands of the south, a side note: these horses were fed a mix of grain, human blood, and meat , making them ferocious and unpredictable, of course, never mind the digestive problems.

But "good at" is also relative, and Drucci's dark rider is not used to the problems of these Huns.

Although the Huns are good at nomadic and fishing, they can only be regarded as primitive hunters, gatherers and herders. Among all the races living in the extreme north, the Huns may be the most primitive race, even the most The basic forms of civilization have no concept.On the contrary, these wandering Huns searched, plundered and fought everywhere in order to maintain their own lives.

The Huns have lived in the saddle for generations, and some say they were even born in the saddle.Each member of the tribe carried a dirty tent and all the necessities of life on his stout pony.They don't have the rich sailing experience of the Norscans, and they don't even know how to build bridges to cross the river. Instead, they like to pile their property on horseback and swim across by leading the horse's tail.

Strangely the Huns considered all members of their tribe to be equal and there was no distinction between male and female.But do men and women self-mutilate to make themselves look scarier, or more lovable?

Obscure legends speak of a Hun city hidden somewhere in the mountains of the Chaos Wastes.This place is said to be a great center of their worship and guard the treasures that the Huns have plundered and stolen since their existence.More than one treasure hunter set out from Cathay, Kislev, and Naggaroth in search of these hidden cities, but never returned.

Like the Kurgans, the Huns were a mobile race, so their tribal boundaries could not be marked by simple borders on maps.They are known for their treachery and cannibalism, and will not hesitate to kill others they come across.They are also a cunning race, cunning in their deals, and quick to double-deal.For example, they might surround a town and promise to get out of here if they hand over the women.Once the townspeople complied with their wishes, the Huns slaughtered the townspeople and burned all the buildings because they could.

The Huns had a penchant for finer things, looting gold, silk, and even ornate decorative rugs, which they proudly displayed whenever they settled into camp.They see bonds and bargains with other races as irrelevant.They do not find it dishonorable to break these pacts, or indeed to kill each other, thus acquiring a reputation for cunning, deceit, and treachery.

In fact, the Cathayans used the phrase "what the Huns said" to mean a worthless promise.The Kurgans also despised the Huns. In the words of the Kurgans, "Never trust the Huns, destroy and eat them, yes, never trust them." 』

The northernmost part of the medieval mortal world is the desolate and chaotic wasteland, not the Arctic Ocean. It can be understood that the entire frozen Antarctic pole reverses and appears in the north.Some Hun tribes were active in the north of Cathay, while others illegally immigrated to the north of Naggaroth through the land bridge.

Cathay built a circle of city walls in the north and has an inseparable relationship with these Huns, and of course the Kurgans.

The Huns would raid their neighbors, attacking the walls of Cathay or the strongholds of Druch.They are almost always at war for one simple reason.They think their purpose of existence is to fight, kill and slaughter.Fight among their various tribes, Kurgans and others as they glorify themselves and their dark gods.

The Huns believed that gods lived in everything, and when lightning struck, they would see the image of the blood god.In their own wreckage they saw the god of decay.Therefore, they did not have the habit of keeping shrines or altars, but they would build megaliths like the Kurgans.These filthy Huns thanked their gods by praying to rude idols, or rubbing meat and soup on the fur of their horses at mealtimes.

Of course it's good that the latter happened, the places where the Huns were located usually didn't produce much food, so their diet was appalling.They devour game and fish, but when prey is scarce they prey on mice, insects, and even body lice.Some witnesses say that these savages even devoured the placenta of a mare after giving birth, drank the horse's blood, and even turned into ogres when necessary.

This abominable practice was compounded by the squalid conditions the Huns lived in, as they refused to wash their bodies or clothes, or bury their own waste, believing it would anger their gods.

After a while, Dorian came out of the tent, and he began to curse.

"The Huns represent everything I hate about humans, they are full of mutations. They are squat and neckless and made uglier by self-mutilation, these people never bathe, they smell terrible, they are covered in themselves Their excrement and filth, standing at a distance are no different from Beastmen, they stink, they are fools, they are too easily corrupted by Chaos."

"It's really cold." Dacius didn't say anything when he heard Dorian's scolding, but shook his head and thought about other things. He thought of Malekith's upcoming attack on Ulthuan in the year 2300 of the Imperial Calendar. At the time, Moras used some weird means to control those Huns, of course these are not the point.

The point is that Dacius remembered that Morathi seemed to have slept with the chief at that time?And there seemed to be more than just one, he couldn't understand why it was all for a moment, maybe it was mother's love, for her son?or something else?Who can understand Morathi's brain circuit?Maybe only that one?
"Experience has taught me that next time I need to communicate with them in a well-ventilated environment." Dacius shrugged and said.

(End of this chapter)