Chapter 62 Unexpected

  Due to time constraints, Dean didn't have a chance to hide the Yeti's body in some out-of-the-way place, but it wasn't easily found either.

  At least when Dean dug up that massive corpse, it took him about twice as long as before.

  Then, Dean didn't hesitate at all. The eerie blade of the "Devil's Blood Dagger" directly pierced into the snow bear's eyes - Dean hoped not to damage the snow bear's fur, after all, the snow bear's fur was one of the most high-end decorative items in the vicinity of Tiel.

  Its value is extremely expensive.

  Whether in the town of Tiel or within the tribes of the barbarians.

  As a lobbyist, Dean naturally understood that he needed to bring enough gifts to show his sincerity.

  However, no fact will change according to one's wishes, at least, not the present ones.

  Just like the bandit leader, this snow bear was not only flesh and blood, but also its skin was consumed by the "Devil's Blood Dagger", its pure white fur quickly turned yellow and withered, just like the wild grass at the end of autumn.

  And then, thoroughly lost its vitality.

  Strength +0.1

  Finally, when the sulfurous breath dissipated, a prompt appeared on Dean's character panel.

  Undoubtedly, even just one percent of the power would far surpass that of a general knight, and it's only natural to be able to crush them.

  Even in terms of pure strength, even a Great Knight would not be a match for this Snow Bear, almost rivaling the Silver Knight.

  But in fact, a great knight can completely counter and even easily kill the snow bear; after all, apart from his own strength, the great knight also has skills and talent.

  This is enough to iron out the differences between the two sides.

  The fact that Dean was able to take down the Yeti says a lot.

  Simple properties can be powerful, perhaps they are powerful, but they are certainly not absolute.

  Looking at the prompt 【strength +0.1】, Dean raised an eyebrow - it was clear that Dean was hesitant about whether to kill a few more snow bears to quickly increase his strength; after all, this was one of the plans he had when entering the snowy forest.

  However, the task of finding soldiers soon went beyond such ideas.

  If he could turn the tide of a war with his own strength, Dean would definitely go and increase his power.

  However, it is obviously impossible to achieve this.

  Don't say that the "Blood Moon War" is still less than ten months away, even if it's doubled, Dean won't be able to raise his strength to a level where he can turn the tide of battle by himself.

  As for what you said about assassination?

  Unless Sitri is killed, no matter how many generals are sacrificed, it will be impossible to reverse the outcome of the 'Blood Moon War'.

  But wanting to assassinate King Xiti was an even more difficult task, after all, King Xiti himself possessed the power of a Golden Knight - unlike Dein's incomplete Golden-level power, King Xiti not only had complete Golden power but also far surpassed ordinary Golden-level due to his special talent; at least, in Dein's memory, there was no successful assassination attempt on this King Xiti.

  It wasn't just Fei Cui and Gao Sai who had done such a thing, but in the end they paid with three golden-level powerhouses.

  Not to mention Dean's upgrade to the Golden level, just letting Dean improve his strength to the Golden level in less than ten months is a fantasy.

  So, there's no trick left but a face-to-face showdown.

  So, troops are naturally what Dein needs most at this moment!

  ……

  According to his memory, Dean began to think that he had entered the snowy forest - of course, for safety reasons, his speed was not very fast.

  After all, he is still far from being able to ignore the entire snowy forest.

  Whether it's a polar bear or a hidden thief, Dean needs to carefully avoid them one by one.

  The former, once a head-on encounter, Dean is absolutely dead.

  And the latter, Diene, although he was not afraid of direct contact, but if he stepped into the opponent's ambush circle, it would also be a fierce battle.

  So we must proceed with caution.

  So, when the darkness of the second night shrouded the snowy forest again, Dean finally arrived at his original destination: a not-too-large, even very small, barbarian tribe with a population of less than one hundred - such a small tribe, of course, could not provide Dean with sufficient troops.

  But this small tribe is a necessary step for Dean before he can make contact with those larger tribes.

  After all, although he is now the commander of the Ficharen Knights, the lord of Tiel Territory is still Baron Tiel, and even more so, he doesn't even have the true identity of a knight.

  It is impossible to meet the leaders of those major tribes.

  Barbarians, just like normal humans, have their own classes, even more severe - tribal leaders, elders, etc., thoroughly grasping the survival of a tribe, can decide the life and death of others with one word.

  Whether it's people within the tribe or outsiders!

  So Dean showed his 'friendliness' after seeing that tribe —

  "I mean no offense, I'm just a lost mercenary, I hope to spend the night here with you, of course, I will pay with goods of equal value!"

  Dein held up his hands and placed the long sword and longbow on his body in the most conspicuous position.

  As for exchanging equivalent items?

  The barbarians had a peculiar civilization that did not establish a true trading system, and currency did not truly exist. Any needs could be met through bartering.

  "Keep your hands up and come forward!"

  A common language with a hint of a strange accent rang out, and Dean was executing it as the other party said, without any deviation.

  Although the night had already shrouded the entire snowy forest, Dean was still able to see at a glance that in the village in front of him, there were no less than ten people, holding their long spears and javelins.

  It can be imagined that once he makes any improper move, the next moment will be the target of attack.

  And Dean was absolutely unwilling to take the long-range attack of the barbarians, just like their famous close combat, the opponent's long-range attack was equally not to be underestimated.

  At least, no less than an experienced hunter.

  "Are you the leader of Tiel?"

  When Dean walked to the entrance of the village, where the lights were gathered, that strange sound rang out again, and a tall and strong figure came out - the oil painting on his face made Dean certain that he was the chief of this small tribe.

  In the tribe of savages, the elder is the one who holds the secret art.

  The tribal chief is the strongest and most skilled in battle - even in such a small tribe, those who can serve as chiefs are also brave warriors among the barbarians.

  Brave warrior, similar to the rank of knight.

  "No, I'm a mercenary from the Three Southern Counties. I came here on an escort mission to bring a merchant caravan to White Night... but a few days ago, our mission ended in defeat... We were ambushed by bandits and my employer was killed, leaving only me, trying to find my way back!"

  Dean simply introduced himself.

  "You can keep your weapons, but you must ensure they don't cause trouble!"

  The barbarian tribe leader pointed at the weapon on Dein's body.

  For weapons, there is a special tradition among the barbarians - weapons cannot leave themselves, so they will not collect other people's weapons.

  Of course, this is limited to strangers and friends.

  What if it's an enemy?

  They don't mind stripping you bare and hanging you in the snowy forest to freeze into an ice sculpture.

  What about Dean's words?

  Undoubtedly, this kind of thing that happens every day in the snowy forest will not be suspected at all.

  "Thank you, thank you!"

  Deane thanked him and took out a wine jug, handing it over - apparently this was his accommodation fee; and seeing the wine jug in Deane's hand, the barbarian tribal chief's eyes lit up, and he directly opened the bottle stopper and took a swig.

  As the head of the clan, there are always some privileges.

  For example: selecting spoils of war in advance.

  "Ah, it's Tiel Town's fiery liquor!"

  With a loud, coarse exhalation of breath, the barbarian chieftain looked extremely pleased. He patted Dean on the shoulder and pointed to the distant felt tent, saying: "You can rest there, inside there is a fire for warmth and some food; however, the previous guests have taken most of it... Ah yes, they seemed to be merchants heading to White Night as well, if you want to look for work, you can go ask them!"

  It's clear that Dean's 'gift' did the trick.

  The barbarian chieftain spoke his mind directly, saying everything that could be said - the bravery and valor of the barbarians, but as a chieftain, apart from this, he also needed some brains.

  So the barbarian chief merely said what could be said.

  However, this was enough to stun Dean - because Dean couldn't think that there would really be a merchant caravan appearing here, and it's almost winter!

  From the Jade Kingdom to the White Night Kingdom, even if you start from the border of Tiel Territory, you need to cross the entire Snowy Forest and then cross the Northern Ice Field before you can set foot on the territory of White Night - and anyone knows that crossing the Snowy Forest and the Northern Ice Field is best in summer.

  Even if you want to reach White Nights for enough profit, you need to make sufficient preparations.

  So Thier is the last supply point!

  However, Deane was able to determine that in recent days there had been no such large-scale supply convoy at the town of Tyre.

  "After all..."

  Dean hesitated.

  I finally came out of the mountains in the afternoon and found a hotel after 3 pm, then I started typing non-stop... As a result, it was still quite late... I'm begging for support again~~~