Apart from their primitive iron smelting skills, this group of kobolds seemed to have no other technology worth mentioning. They didn't even wear clothes and were even more primitive than the kobolds Leo had imagined. Yet they had so many wicker baskets, woven with perfect skill, and linen bags, woven with excellent workmanship. Even in Leo's village, few women had such dexterity. Leo didn't believe that this was the handiwork of the kobold himself. The Husky opened his mouth and looked at Leo stupidly, but didn't say anything. Leo immediately became alert, which was why he didn't want to let the kobold tribe leave. Of course, he wanted to completely wipe out the ogre tribe that was so close to the River Bend Camp and eliminate the threat posed by them. But if a hundred gnolls fight to the death, they would be like a hundred organized wild wolves, and they would not be so easy to deal with. After a bloody battle, the militia will surely suffer many casualties. What's more, among his team of fifty people, half of them are not stronger than the ogres in terms of combat effectiveness, and can only be regarded as coming here to make up the numbers and cheer.
Even if you drive them away, there is no guarantee that they will leave quietly. There is no guarantee that the ogres will be unable to think straight and unite with other alien races around to launch a surprise attack. They even turned into guerrillas, wandering around the river bend camp and attacking lone villagers and patrolmen. The best way, of course, is the strongest tactic of Greater China - appeasement. Through relatively mild economic and political means, win over other ethnic groups or countries and make them submit to oneself! Sure enough, not long after being "recruited", a small detail exposed the secret of the dog-headed man. Under Leo's increasingly serious gaze, the Husky grumbled in his throat for a long time before he uttered a word that Leo could understand. "Wild people..." Leo's expression turned completely serious. Wild people are the opposite of the term "leading people". The subjects refer to the common people in the noble territory who have paid taxes, served in the army and received protection from the lord for a long time. Savages refer to individuals who refuse to pay taxes and serve in the military, and also do not enjoy the protection of the lord. If the subjects are the docile lambs in the hands of the nobles, then the wild people are the wolves howling in the mountains and forests. They have a more resounding name in people's mouths. Bandit! robber! Plunderer! Hundreds of years ago, the northern people, who were still in a clan society, joined the powerful Orlantis Empire. The Supreme King of the North, the chief of the clan, and the eldest son of the god of war Tyr, suddenly became the Grand Duke of the North. The chiefs of more than a dozen large tribes under their names became earls of the empire, and those small chiefs and village heads who had weapons naturally became knights. However, there were still a large number of unrecognized small chiefs and village heads who were unwilling to be included in the rule of the empire, unwilling to give up their power, and unwilling to have their land annexed by the surrounding "earls". As a result, countless large and small "rebellions" broke out.
These so-called rebels were the ancestors of the wild people. They hid in the mountains and forests, made a living by fishing and hunting, and attacked the territories of the nobles everywhere. Over the past few hundred years, the wild people who lacked the potential for warfare gradually disappeared, and the term "wild people" was also generally used to refer to robbers and bandits. The northern people were called barbarians by the southerners because of their backward system and culture, as well as their hundreds of years of alliance with the orcs. The savages are the barbarians among barbarians. Therefore, the savages were not considered good people in Leo's eyes, although he himself could definitely be included in that group. Whether they are traditional savages, robbers, or bandits, it is not good news for the pioneer camp. At the same time, he also understood why this dog-headed man who looked like a husky could speak human language and was willing to communicate actively. It turns out that this is not the first time it has come into contact with humans. This is much smarter than the previous kobold leader. Seeing Leo's serious expression, the Husky began to defend himself: "Gulu, the wild people are kind...trade, we are a peaceful race!" "A peaceful race?" Leo was a little confused. "How peaceful?" "Peace, iron, trade, willow baskets, bags. Food, a repair." "Where are they? How many are there?" Under Leo's gaze, the Husky was silent for a long time, and finally pointed to the waterfall in the distance. "The Lake, the kind, peaceful race." After returning to the camp, Leo first arranged the ogre to an open space far away from the crowd and placed twenty militiamen to guard it. Then he took the Huskies and immediately summoned Urian and several leaders of the camp to a meeting. "What? A willow basket for a basket full of iron ore?" "A linen bag for a bag full of iron ingots?" “Is this what you call kindness?” "Cruel! Treacherous! Merciless! I feel sorry for the Kobolds!" Listening to the Husky's intermittent introduction and the news Leo got along the way, the leaders in the tent became extremely angry. Wuliyan was also very angry, and said to the Husky man viciously: "Those damn profiteers! Swindlers! Never trade with them again! No matter how much they offer, we will pay double!" "..."The surrounding leaders showed deep contempt and nodded in agreement. Unexpectedly, the Husky became alert, took a step back and said, "Woof! Humans, treacherous, let's leave." Leo quickly said, "No, you tell me, give me a price first, and we can negotiate." The Husky had prepared his terms on the way here, and he put forward his conditions in very clear Imperial language: "Trade, barbarians, the same. Food, one bag, ore, five bags. You, are not allowed to enter the mountains. Half of the oak forest, give it to us." "Okay!" Uliyan slammed the table and was about to shake hands with the Husky. "One bag of grain in exchange for five bags of iron ore. I'll give you half of the oak forest in the west. I won't regret it!" The Husky looked at him warily, then looked at Leo.
Leo immediately said: "The deal is done, I will never regret it!" The husky turned his eyes to the chain hammer on Leo's waist and muttered, "No regrets, we are a peaceful race." The people in the tent were in a good mood after receiving this unexpected surprise. One of the leaders glanced at the husky and suddenly asked, "You are a female, right? Are there no male dogs in your tribe?" "Me, the chief, the chief's daughter, the princess." Another leader also laughed and pointed at Leo and said, "Why not get a marriage? Marriage will ensure peace!" A group of people burst into laughter, and the leader who spoke first said, "Leo, marry a kobold princess, and you can brag about it for the rest of your life!" "Shut up! Show some respect!" Before Leo could finish his curse, Uliyan shouted, "They are allies, and from now on they will be neighbors! Understand?" "Yes..." Uliyan's soldiers burst out with great momentum, and even Leo was a little frightened. Several leaders immediately restrained their smiles, lowered their heads and stopped talking. The Husky was frightened and took a few steps back, almost leaving the tent. When it came to its senses, it wagged its tail slightly. "Neighbor!" Leo walked out of the tent, looked at the Husky and smiled, "My name is Leo, what's yours?" "Fisa, Fraisa Inuit." "Are you the chief of your tribe now? The previous chief..." Leo said, and suddenly paused. "Dead, bitten to death." The dog-headed man Fisa Inuit stared at Leo and spoke in clear Imperial language.