Chapter 441 – The Blood Cow Tribe

Chapter 441 – Blood Cow Tribe

The snow fell for the whole night, in the middle of the night, Stanford was afraid of freezing the reindeer, and had them brought in, the beasts didn’t worry much about their livestock that were draped in thick blankets.

The next morning, the snow stopped, walking in the snow can not over half calf.

The exploring party had deliberated internally, and the vast majority favored going over the Rocky Mountains in a diameter, and Stanford respected the opinion of the team.

The orc named Finn invited them to join him on the road, and following them would give them access to sustenance and recuperation among the tribes they traded with.

“We don’t know how to get over that mountain range, but at least the tribes we go to occasionally have dwarves who come over to trade with them, so perhaps, you could talk to them ……” was what the orc said, which impressed Stenvor.

After a night together, the questing party had an initial trust with the orcs and trailed behind the caravan as they traveled south, during which time Finn introduced Stenvor to the leader of the caravan, an old orc whose name was pronounced Eugene.

Unlike the lively and talkative Finn, this gray-haired elderly orc was serious and unsmiling, more like a general leading a war than a leader of a caravan.

The two groups of people who were temporarily partnered together advanced all the way to the southwestern direction, gradually the trees began to increase, and in the end they even entered the endless primitive forest.

“Unlike herding horses and sheep in the grasslands, the tribes here mostly rely on fishing and hunting farming for their livelihood.” Finn introduced this area to them.

Along the way, they made their way to a few tribes, and after the merchant caravan finished trading with the tribes, they immediately departed for the next tribe.

Stanford noticed that some small human indigenous tribes also existed here, but when they saw the orcs, an undisguised look of wariness appeared in most of their eyes.

It seemed that there were exchanges and trade with each other, and it seemed that conflicts between ethnic groups always existed.

Finally, they came to the last stop and the tribe closest to the Rocky Mountains – the Blood Bull Tribe.

“Welcome! My friends!”

An elderly orc, who was about the same age as the leader of the caravan, stood at the gate of the fortress built with wood to welcome the caravan.

“My friend, it’s been a long time!”

The leader of the merchant caravan, who hadn’t smiled much along the way, grinned widely, revealing his long fangs, and went over to embrace the other party tightly.

Finn quietly introduced for the aside Stanford, “The one embracing with Master Eugene is the tribe’s chief, Asoye, a brash character, but you have to be careful of his eldest son, Gunther, the one standing at the back, a greedy and cunning man. Alas …… I really don’t know how a man like Asoye gave birth to such a son.”

Finn shook his head and sighed, while Stanford cast his eyes to the back of Chief Asoye, where this one tall and majestic orc with two bare bladders in such cold weather did indeed seem to be a bad person to deal with, as Finn said, with a ferocious look on his face.

Suddenly that orc seems to have a feeling, put two beady eyes a turn, a moment to find the two people who are commenting on their own.

Finn and Stanford immediately turned their faces away and acted as if nothing had happened.

“And these people are?”

The old chief looked at the humans mixed in with the caravan suspiciously.

“Oh, I met them halfway, a group of adventurers who wanted to drive here to seek and purchase furs, but they are all warriors! Came across the sea from the south in wooden boats, and now they are even trying to return south over the Rocky Mountains.”

Chief Eugene explained it to him thus.

“Across the sea? And to cross that big mountain?” The old chief’s eyes widened.

“Warriors indeed! Invite their chiefs to come along to the feast later on.”

And just like that, Stanford was inexplicably the guest of the chief of the local tribe.

The banquet was held in a wooden longhouse, and the style of the orcish banquet was rustic, with no musicians playing music, no red tape, no beautiful carpets or ostentatiously decorated wall decorations.

The crowd sat around a huge rectangular wooden table, gulping down meat and pouring down wine, some even just hugged their wine jars and binge drank.

There were no songs or dances, but there were wrestling and flying axes to help entertain the crowd, much to the delight of Stanford and Matthew, the temporary lieutenant who accompanied him to the feast.

“Guests!”

The old chief asked to Stanford, who was holding a bowl as big as his own head at a loss for words, after he had gulped down a large bowl of wine.

“Can you tell us guys who have been in the forest all our lives about what you’ve seen on the road?”

“Oh! I’d be happy to share what I’ve seen on the road with my honored host.” Stanford was too busy to agree.

……

“No sooner had we sailed out of the bay and turned north than we ran into a …… a fantastically large whale!”

“Whales you guys know about! But the whale we encountered this time was particularly large, just the part that was exposed to the surface of the water I visually estimated to be more than twenty meters long!”

A hush immediately rang out in the banquet hall.

“Haha! This human is also too good at bragging! A big fish over twenty meters long, you saw it in your dreams, right?”

Gunther, the chief’s son, led the way with loud jeers.

The group of people surrounding him followed suit and laughed.

Matthew looked indignant and was about to get up to retort when Stanford pulled him back.

He still maintained a faint smile on his face and continued to say in a calm tone, “We continue to sail north, the days getting shorter and the nights getting longer and shorter ……”

He portrayed to the crowd present what he had seen in the Land of Eternal Night, describing the world that was still vibrant between the icy sky and snow, the giant bears covered in white fur, the fat otters, the lazy seals, the natives that lived tenaciously under the scorching cold – both orcs and humans – and the near-miraculous curtain of light.

“Incredible!”

The chief picked up his bowl of wine again, “You mean to tell me that even there, human signs exist?”

“Yes, Lord Chief! Even there, civilization is still not extinct.”

Asoye raised the large bowl, “O gods! To life!”

“To life!”

All in the hall raised their bowls in agreement.

After everyone had finished, the old chief said to Stanford, “Forgive my son’s rudeness, but that’s how we orcs are, we say what we have to say, and we can’t hide the words in our stomachs.”

Stanford smiled and nodded, accepting the apology.

Then he held up a delicate wooden box with both hands and got up, “Honorable Chief Asoye, this is a gift from us to you!”

A burly orc who stood by the chief’s side walked over, and his hands resulted in Stanford’s box.

He wanted to open it and inspect it, but Chief Asoye yelled loudly, “No, Yerye, let me open it myself, I’m curious!”

The orc named Yerye had to return to the chief and hand him the box.

Asoye carefully opened the box as the crowd watched.

“Whoo!”

“Ho!”

“Oy vey!”

The hall resounded with exclamations.

Only to see a …… bottle lying quietly in the wooden box, but this bottle is just too beautiful!
Most of the body of the bottle is covered by white, like freshly milked milk, on which a fine pattern is outlined in blue, there are flowers, there are birds, exquisite, that as if the next second that bird is going to jump out of the bottle.

Beasts are using pottery bottles and bowls, whether it is the tribe in the high position of the head man, or busy slaves, have never seen such exquisite vessels, a time to tsk tsk.

“This …… this is too precious!”

Chief Asoye stared unblinkingly at the porcelain vase, his mouth naggingly said.

(End of chapter)