You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 30 The North of the North

If it is said that there are still traces of animal activities in the south of the Daxue Mountains.

To the north is a completely desolate and dead world.

Frost covers everything here, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

The earth is like being condensed by snowflakes.

The endless white is filled with extreme coldness.

The whole world is shrouded in chill.

The towering peaks are covered by white clouds and mist, and in the distance it seems like a silent giant lying on the ground.

No bird flies, no beast runs.

Only the boundless sound of the wind passed through the ears and echoed in the open space.

The little snowflakes that danced from time to time shone faintly and ruthlessly under the sunlight.

They quietly landed on the mountain, forming a quiet and deadly scene in the silence.

When night comes, the sky becomes even darker, and the stars and moon are also obscured by large dark clouds.

Only sporadic light filtered through the clouds, illuminating the snow.

At this time, Daxueshan is even more lonely and hopeless.

And it was on such a cold night.

In a shelter that was dug out on the back of a snow-capped mountain that looks like a hump.

Through the hole covered with fur-grass rocks.

A funeral can be seen taking place in the cave.

The floor of the cave is covered with soft and thick grass mats.

On it lay an aged troll elder.

The troll leader, Guabrak, led the entire pioneering team and stood near the entrance of the cave.

After everyone was in order, he hit the stone wall with a huge stick heavily and powerfully.

With a certain sense of rhythm, the funeral ceremony began.

The sound was particularly harsh in the empty and lonely Daxue Mountain, and the entire pioneering team was immediately overwhelmed by a sad atmosphere.

Guabulak walked up to the dead Mortegar and touched his pale, cold, wrinkled forehead lightly.

Many tribe members stepped forward one by one to bid farewell to the elder.

As they mourned, they stroked Mortgar's brow softly.

Pay your respects to elders with the traditional courtesy of trolls.

Motgar died digging up buried food during a sudden snowstorm.

By the time the other trolls noticed, the honest old troll had left them forever.

All kinds of accidents happened to the trolls when they were hunting in Daxue Mountain, so the death of the trolls is not hard to let go.

But Motgar is a well-known strongman in the clan.

When Guabulak's father was the leader, he was the second warrior in the clan.

For the death of a troll as powerful as Mortgar, the clan customarily holds a formal funeral.

Not to mention that this time he died for the cause of the pioneer team and the gods.

In the whole cave, apart from the knocking sound of Guabulak, there is only the sound of howling cold wind penetrating the night sky and the sound of fur grass and rocks.

The trolls stood silently, gazing at the resting Mortegar.

They prayed and blessed silently in their hearts, hoping that the elder troll could find peace forever in the kingdom of God.

As the funeral drew to a close, members of the pioneering team worked together to bury Motgar's body in the snow more than ten meters away from the cave.

Under the snow field, the body of the deceased will be preserved to the greatest extent.

The centuries-old funeral customs of the trolls have led many trolls to gradually believe that after being buried in snow, the body of the deceased will be integrated with the earth, connected with the snow field, and protect the tribe forever.

The souls of the deceased will ascend to a peaceful and harmonious paradise, where they will rest.

It turned out that not all the tribesmen believed in this statement.

But since he believed in the god of etiquette, the oracle conveyed by Guabrak gave all the trolls a reassurance.

Now, their souls are destined to have a place to rest.

The gods are watching them.

After the funeral, Grox noticed that Guabrak did not go straight back to the cave like the others, so he kept an eye out and waited until the end.

Seeing that there was no one else around, and the leader was still looking at the rolling hills in the distance without saying a word, Grox could not help but speak:

"Boss, Mortegar will definitely return to the kingdom of God after death."

"Don't worry about it."

Guabulak took a deep breath, and the cold wind entered his body, making himself more awake:
"It's not just about Mortgal."

Seeing that Guabulac's eyes were still looking into the distance, Grox reacted:
"Are you talking about this development?"

Guabulak nodded slightly, his long red hair danced wildly in the wind, covering his expression:

"The loss of our development this time is too great."

"Before we set off, in order to bring enough food to stay in this newly opened cave, we cleared out all the monsters and beasts near the lair."

"Now in order to protect the food, I lost a soldier."

Grox's heart was also a little heavy, but he still cheered up.

He knew that, as the captain of the pioneering team and the strongest of the entire "Big Clan", Guabulac must not waver in the slightest.

I must say something:

"Boss, do you remember our life before there were no gods?"

Guabulak thought to himself how could he not remember.

The monsters around the lair should be kept as a reserve ration, and harvested before winter comes.

In the traps in the streams of the Third Snow Mountain, small beasts like snow foxes often only fall into the traps at the end of winter and the beginning of spring.

So for most of the year, life for trolls is a difficult foraging trip.

It is necessary to step on the deep snow and look for scarce food in the severe cold.

Seeing any Warcraft will quickly attack, regardless of whether there is a gap in strength.

Of course, among the monsters in the entire Northland, only the snow storm bear can fight back against the troll.

As winter approaches and the days get shorter, Daxueshan looks even harsher and more ruthless.

The blizzard came whistling, plundering all light and sight in the darkness.

The trolls had no choice but to rely on each other, doubling up on torches in the cave to keep warm and prevent the invasion of severe cold from the outside world.

However, neither food shortages nor bad weather are mortal threats.

At least their "Big Stick Clan", as a troll clan who knows how to plan, has lived in the Daxue Mountains for a hundred years.

The real problem is that the "Big Stick Clan" has no future.

To the north of the Daxue Mountains is the territory of the Snowstorm Bear Clan, and to the south is the kingdom of humans.

Their range of activities was limited to a few snow-capped mountains and a northern cemetery where resources were scarce.

Because the territory is small, there are no resources to improve its strength.

Without the resources to increase your strength, you cannot expand your territory.

It is impossible to expand the territory, so the scope of activities is still narrow.

This is a complete dead end.

Fortunately we have God.

Guabulak thought about it, and his heart gradually returned.

Glancing at Grox who was quietly standing beside him, he suddenly felt a sense of heroism:

"Then let's open up the storage area of ​​the cave tomorrow."

"Then go and try the stick on the lonely Snowstorm Bear."

"After all, we can master divine arts now."

Seeing the leader recovering, Grox grinned:
"Okay, boss!"

(End of this chapter)