"Welcome to the Snowy Land of Stone."

Orka put away her contempt, and the stiff lines on her face softened. She invited with a smile, and the soldiers behind her also responded with sincere smiles.

Although a few minutes ago they were all sarcastic.

"We brought a batch of strong liquor from Hedunmar as a token of friendship and sold it at a preferential price. Is the clan leader interested?"

Cannibals are soft-spoken and short-handed. The Bantu people value love and righteousness. They can accept two bottles, but what he brought is a ton!

Without understanding his true purpose, Orka would never accept it if he gave it away for free.

"Strong alcohol? Of course I want it."

Olka's eyes moved slightly. It seemed that he had done a lot of work before coming, even taking into account the drinks.

exDonnier landed smoothly and smoothly, and the Bantu warriors had no intention of attacking, but stood around ten meters away curiously.

This was also the first time they saw a flying fortress that could withstand wind and snow.

"This is our vehicle. It is controlled by a powerful magician inside. There is nothing ordinary wind and snow can do about it."

After saying hello to Linus, he sent a signal to Doniel and motioned for them to bring down the barrels of spirits.

The climate in the Stru Mountains is so cold that glass bottles cannot be used, so large wooden barrels are used instead, which are easier to store and less likely to be damaged.

This important issue was brought up by Sosia.

The Bantu tribe looked up eagerly. Just now the pretty boy said that there were four awakened people in the team. They were all curious about what kind of awakened boss he was.

The Dornier cabin door opened, and a row of... chubby snowmen walked out majestically from inside!

"A moving snowman? What the hell?"

"It seems to be a kind of cotton clothes?"

"The Awakened One wears this? Maybe he is bragging."

The onlookers frowned. In their view, even if some of the approachable awakened people did not have a high level of strength, they at least had the calmness and calmness of a strong person.

Like Deputy Patriarch Olka, he is usually very stern and his cold style is impressive.

Compared to Chief Bwanga who stays outside practicing every day, Orka is more loved.

But what the hell are these snowmen?

Barrels after barrels of spirits flew out from inside. A faint purple light clinging to the surface of the barrels was Isadura's magical ability.

Seeing this scene, the Bantu warrior shut his mouth again, okay, let's just treat it as a unique hobby of a strong man.

Nearly a ton of spirits made the soldiers eager to move, with strong desire in their eyes.

The Bantu people's demand for spirits is second only to high-calorie meat.

However, due to the severe cold climate here, there is not much soil that can grow crops, so wine making has become a quite luxurious behavior, and only the unique kumis can be brewed.

There is some trade between the Bantu people and other places, but usually it is brave warriors who take the initiative to cross mountains and ridges to make exchanges somewhere.

Ordinary businessmen simply cannot afford to cross the Stru Mountains, which results in the Bantu not being rich and even a little poor.

And because of the ice dragon's rampage, they often need to dig out some unfrozen soil in other places and transport it back to the Snowy Area to grow food or build fortifications.

"Do you want gold or snow mandrill skin or ice tiger skin?"

The top specialty of the Bantu people, the snow mandrill fur coat, is very popular among the nobles. Anyone who has a coat without mottled colors is like wearing the same weight of gold!

The snow mandrill is a terrifying creature that can stand on two legs, and it is only produced in the Snowy Area of ​​Ston. As a result, the Bantu people cannot sell anything, but the orders for the snow mandrill skin are flying at an all-time high.

"Snow mandrill skin."

Ye Lin is also very interested in this kind of top-grade material. If possible, he will buy some or hunt some himself. When he goes back, he will wear a warm fur coat.

He became extravagant and corrupt again, and became more and more like a noble lord.

The thoughts of rich people are so simple and boring.

"Barrena, give us the best quality snow mandrill skin from our Bantu tribe."

"okay."

A strong aunt with wheat-colored skin and a headscarf happily led a few people straight to the Bantu warehouse.

As expected of a woman from the Bantu tribe, the Sword Master-level Siatt was frozen into a ball, but the mediocre Aunt Balena showed her healthy arms and was not afraid of the wind and snow at all.

Olka made an invitation gesture and motioned them to go to the largest tent not far away. Approved guests would be eligible to receive preferential treatment from the Bantu tribe.

A row of snowmen looked curiously at the cultural style that was completely different from Hutton Marr.

On the surface of a smooth stone pillar, three relatively abstract totems of rabbit, wolf, and cow are painted with thick oil paint, which are the iconic totems of the Kunik, Walker, and Tulus tribes respectively.

The Bantu tribe is the unified name for the three major ethnic groups. In normal days, the relationship between the three ethnic groups is actually not harmonious, and there are even fights among the same tribes.

For example, Bwanga is the leader of the Bantu tribe, and he is also a member of the Walker tribe. However, the chief of the Walker tribe is Basil, who disappeared in the Liku courtyard a few years ago.

The magician's snowman costume, Isadora, couldn't fit into it. Because of her plump figure, she wore the same suit as Mailu.

"This totem pole has very weak magical energy."

Isadora looked at the oil paint totem curiously. It seemed to be a magic system that was completely different from elemental magic, but rather similar to Remedia's blessing magic.

"Are you also a magician? This is my work. It has the effect of increasing power within a certain range."

The cute little girl blinked her eyes as pure as a lake, wore a felt hat with rabbit ears on her head, and a pair of red gloves because she was still young. She curiously looked at the chubby snowman in front of her.

She was very interested in the magic object held by the other party just now. She had never seen a real magician before.

"It's amazing. At such a young age, you have such extraordinary magical power. I'm Isadora. What's your name?"

"Mintai, Bantu shaman, also known as a magician, I'm really ashamed to use this title."

Isadora and Mintai seemed to have a sense of intimacy between magicians, holding her little hand towards the patriarch's tent.

Although it is not very suitable for the Bantu style, you still have to follow the necessary rules.

I will be doing activities here later, so I have to show my face.

"Mintai, our leader is a girl about the same age as you. If I have time, I will definitely introduce you to her."

After Mintai heard this, he was happy at first, then shook his head sadly, and whispered: "Sister, there have been changes in Skatha recently. We may move, but we don't know where we will go."

When the heavy curtains of the tent were opened, a strong aroma and hot air hit my face.

In the center of the large tent, a large pot was hung on a tripod. Large bones were boiling in the pot. The soup was bright red, obviously containing a lot of red pepper.

Mai Lu, a little expert at eating, sniffed her nose, she was very interested.
Chapter completed!