I'm not a lord

Chapter 42 'Lowland' Tribes

"Thorvald? Nice name."

Lin En held his chin and thought for a moment before saying, "I remember that this name symbolizes dominance and power in your language. Generally, only those of noble birth can use this name. So, you should be the son of the tribal chief?

Well, I should call you little Thorward, after all, your father's name is Thorward, right?"

As far as Lin En knew, the barbarians were still in a very primitive tribal era.

The name of the tribe is the surnames of all its members.

They don't use too many names, and they all have clear references.

Those who can be named Soward are usually the ruling class in the tribe, and their status is either rich or noble.

While speaking, Lin En carefully observed Thorward's body shape and appearance again, and found that he was at most a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. He calculated that his father should be in his early thirties.

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The young man from the wilderness was completely panicked. He had never expected that just by revealing a name, the man in front of him could get so much accurate information.

He looked at Lin En with eyes full of vigilance, alertness, and fear: "Who are you?"

"As I've said before, I'm the Baron of the White Bear Territory, appointed by the Northern Kingdom. I'm considered your neighbor."

Lin En paused and continued, "No, that's not right. According to the Book of Inscription, this salt mine and all the forests to the north are my territory, so you are thieves who have invaded my territory."

Hearing Lin's words, Thorward suddenly shouted excitedly: "Nonsense! The entire northern border is our territory. You southerners are invaders and the most despicable thieves!"

The noise made by Thorward attracted the attention of the second brother.

The second brother was gutting a deer a few dozen meters away, his hands smelling of blood. He heard the noise and raised his head and shouted:

"Brother, this kid is dishonest. Let me take over. I promise to make him behave himself!"

Although the young man from the wilderness didn't understand what the second brother was shouting, he still fell silent instantly, as quiet as a sterile egg.

I can only say that the second child’s appearance and temperament can indeed stop a baby from crying.

"You heard it too. If you don't answer the questions honestly, I won't be the one questioning you later, and my methods won't be as gentle as mine. You probably still want to return to the tribe alive, right? There are people you love, people who love you, and a noble position you can inherit."

Lin En continued to patiently guide him, and his tone didn't sound like an interrogation, but rather like educating a child.

"Aren't you asking these questions just to invade my tribe and kill my people? Kill me now! I'll never answer your questions even if I die!"

But Thorward's attitude suddenly hardened again.

He even raised his head and pretended to be ready to be killed with a righteous look.

For the barbarians whose average age is no more than 30 years old, death is actually not scary.

And dying at the hands of the enemy is a warrior's greatest honor.

After death, your soul can return to the temple of the God of War and have the opportunity to return to the human world in the future.

But Lin En saw through his weak nature, so he stood up suddenly:
"Since you're determined to die, I won't bother asking any more questions. Your accomplice should be awake by now, so I'll just ask him. It's impossible for every deserter to be as hard as ice."

Then Lin En switched the language and shouted, "Second brother, you interrogate him, and I'll go interrogate the other one."

"Okay, big brother, I'll be right there!"

The second brother had just finished dealing with the deer and came over excitedly with a dagger in hand, bringing with him a strong smell of blood.

He had interrogated many people, but had never interrogated a deserter, so he wanted to try out how it felt.

Seeing the second one getting closer and closer, Thorward was so scared that he almost peed his pants: "No, wait, I'm telling you! I'm telling you!" Lin En raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you're willing to say it again?"

Thorward could already see the cold and bloody light reflected from the dagger in the second brother's hand. He panicked and said, "I'll tell you everything! As long as you're willing to let me go, I'll tell you everything!"

Lynn looked at the frightened child and shook his head slightly.

The heir of the tribe is such a wimp, so the patriarch is unlikely to be that tough either.

But weakness is a good thing.

Perhaps this tribe can be taken down without starting a war.

Soward's subsequent confession also confirmed that this tribe was indeed very cowardly.

He came from a tribe called 'Lowland', so his full name was Thorward Lowland.

Lynn was deeply impressed by this unique tribal name.

According to the history book, the 'Lowland' tribe originally lived in the eastern coastal swamps of the northern border, mainly relying on fishing and hunting for a living. Their population ranked first among the nine major tribes and they were very powerful.

Because they lived in coastal areas, the lowland tribes were the first to be attacked when southerners invaded the north by sea.

The lowland tribes, still in their primitive tribal era, were no match for the southerners.

In less than two years, they lost all their land and their tribal population was reduced by 70% to 80%, forcing them to move into the territories of other tribes.

In the subsequent larger-scale colonial war, the coalition forces composed of the nine tribes of the barbarians were completely defeated by the first King of Conquest.

The first King of Conquerors established the Northern Kingdom on the land of the barbarians, introduced a large number of people from the south, and completely wiped out the barbarians in the territory.

Under the continuous siege of the Northern Kingdom, the nine tribes of barbarians fled to the northern wilderness.

The remaining lowland tribes naturally had no choice but to flee to the wilderness.

However, at this time, the lowland tribes had become the bottom of the nine tribes, with the smallest population and the weakest combat power.

The desert has a cold climate and scarce resources.

The barbarian tribes that fled here broke out into internal strife one after another. The lowland tribes were defeated many times and were forced to migrate south.

Thirty years ago, they entered the White Bear Territory in the south and were brutally slaughtered by the Duke of the Swamp as soon as they appeared.

After a great battle, the already poor lowland tribes suffered heavy losses again.

So they were forced to move back to the wilderness.

It is conceivable that the lowland tribes, with little combat power left, were once again excluded and oppressed by other tribes. After going around in circles, they had no choice but to migrate south to the vicinity of the White Bear Territory.

After more than a hundred years of repeated turmoil, the lowland tribe, which had a population of over 100,000 at its peak, now has only more than 4,000 people left.

All the adult males in the tribe were killed or injured.

They can only hide in the cracks between the wilderness and the Northern Kingdom, barely trying to survive.

"Tsk, that sounds really sad."

Lin En was deeply moved after hearing this and couldn't help but ask, "But since there are only so few of you left, why don't you join other tribes?"

"We wanted to kill all the other tribes, so how could we be willing to become their slaves?" When talking about this humiliating past, Thorward was filled with hatred.

Compared to the southerners who invaded their homeland, the lowland tribes may be more resentful of the eight tribes of barbarians who have oppressed them for more than a hundred years.

(End of this chapter)