Due to time constraints, Dean didn't hide the bear's carcass in an inaccessible place, but it wasn't easy to find.

At least, it took Dean about twice as long to dig up the massive corpse as before.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, the strange blade of the [Demon Blood Dagger] pierced straight through the snow bear's eye - Dean wanted not to destroy the snow bear's fur, after all, the snow bear's fur was one of the most high-end ornaments near the Tyr collar.

It's a lot of money.

Whether it's in Tyre, or in the tribes of the barbarians.

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

However, no facts will change according to the will of the individual, at least, not in the immediate future.

Just like the bandit leader, this snow bear is not only flesh and blood, but also its skin has been devoured by the [Demon Blood Dagger], and its white fur quickly turns yellow and withers, like a weed in late autumn.

Then, it completely lost its vitality.

[Strength+O.1]

Eventually, when the sulfurous breath died down, this prompt appeared on Dean's character board.

Undoubtedly, only one percent of the strength is far from ordinary knights, and it is natural to be able to form a crushing force for ordinary knights.

Even, according to the conversion of pure strength, even the big knight is not the opponent of this snow bear, and it is almost comparable to the silver knight.

But in fact, a big knight can completely confront and even kill the snow bear with relative ease; After all, in addition to his own strength, the Grand Knight also possesses skill and talent.

This is enough to erase the gap between the two sides.

The fact that Dean was able to take out Snow Bear is enough to say something.

Pure attributes are powerful, maybe powerful, but they must not be absolute.

Looking at the [Strength +O.1] prompt, Dean raised his eyebrows - it was obvious that Dean was hesitating to kill a few more snow bears to quickly increase his strength; After all, this was one of his plans to enter the snowy forest.

However, soon, the task of finding the source of soldiers came up with such an idea.

If he could turn a war around on his own, Dean would definitely improve his strength.

But, obviously, this cannot be done.

Not to mention, the 'Blood Moon War' is still less than ten months away, and even if it is doubled, Dean will not be able to improve his strength to the point where he can turn the tide of the war on his own.

As for the assassination, you say?

Unless King Seti is killed, no matter how many generals die, they will not be able to reverse the 'Blood Moon War'.

But it would be even more difficult to assassinate King Sitti, after all, King Sitti himself possessed the power of a golden knight - unlike Dean's crippled gold-level power, King Sitti was not only a complete gold-level power, but also far beyond the ordinary gold-level because of his special talent; At least, in Dean's memory, none of the assassinations of the King of Setty had been successful.

Not only Jade and Gao Sai have also done such things, but the final result is to lose three gold-level powerhouses.

Not to mention that Dean has been raised to the gold level, just allowing Dean to raise his strength to the gold level in less than ten months is a fantasy in itself.

Therefore, the trick could not be implemented, and only the 'face-to-face competition' remained.

Then, the source of soldiers is naturally what Dean needs most at the moment!

……

From the memory in his head, Dean began to think about the snowy jungle - of course, he didn't advance very quickly to be on the safe side.

After all, he is not yet up to the level of ignoring the entire snowfield forest.

Whether it's a snow bear or a possible ambush, Dean needs to be careful to avoid them one by one.

The former, once on direct contact, Dean is absolutely dead.

As for the latter, although Dean is not afraid of head-on contact, if he steps into the ambush circle of the other party, it will obviously be a vicious battle.

Therefore, it is necessary to move forward cautiously.

So, when the night of the next day was again covered in the snowy forest, Dean reached his original destination: a tribe of barbarians who were not too large, or even small, with a population of less than a hundred—such a small tribe would certainly not provide Dean with enough troops.

However, such a small tribe is a process that Dean must go through before he can come into contact with those big tribes.

After all, although he is now the head of the Knights of Fecharon, the lord of the Tyre Lords is still the Baron of Tyre, and he doesn't even have the status of a real knight.

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

Barbarians, like normal humans, have their own class, and are even more demanding - patriarchs, elders, and others are completely in control of the survival of a tribe, and can decide the life and death of others with a single word.

Whether it's from within the tribe or from outside!

So, when Dean saw the tribe, he expressed his 'friendliness' -

"I don't mean to offend, I'm just a lost mercenary, I hope I can spend the night with you, of course, I will pay the equivalent in exchange for items!"

Dean held his hands high and placed his sword and bow in the most prominent position.

As for the exchange of equivalent items?

The peculiar civilization of the barbarians did not establish a real trading system, and the currency did not have a real deposit, and any need could be bartered.

"Keep holding up your hands and come to us!"

A lingua franca with a hint of a strange accent rang out, and Dean executed it meticulously, as the other said.

Although the night had covered the entire snowy forest, Dean could still catch a glance in the stockade in front of him, and there were no less than ten people, holding their spears and javelins.

It is conceivable that once he makes any bad moves, he will be the target of attack the next moment.

And Dean is absolutely unwilling to comprehend the barbarians' long-range attacks, just like their well-known melee combat, the opponent's long-range combat is also not to be underestimated.

At least, not inferior to a seasoned hunter.

"You're from Tyre?"

When Dean reached the door of the stockade, where the lights were shining, the strange voice sounded again, and at the same time a tall, strong figure walked out—the oil paint on the other party's face made Dean sure that the other party was the patriarch of this small tribe.

Within the tribes of the barbarians, the elders are the ones who master the secret arts.

The patriarch is the strongest and the most skilled in battle - even in such a small tribe, the one who can be the patriarch is the brave among the barbarians.

Brave, similar to the rank of knight.

"No, I'm a mercenary from the Three Southern Counties, and I'm here on a mission to escort a caravan to the White Nights - though, during a battle a few days ago, my escort mission ended...... We were routed by the bandits, the mercenaries died under the butcher's knives of the bandits, and poor me was left looking for a way back! ”

Dean briefly introduced himself.

"You can keep your weapons, but you have to make sure they don't cause trouble!"

The barbarian patriarch gestured to Dean's weapon.

There is a special tradition among the barbarians that weapons cannot be separated from them, so they do not take the weapons of others.

Of course, this is limited to strangers, friends.

And if it's an enemy?

They don't mind pulling you naked and hanging them in the snowy jungle to freeze into ice sculptures.

As for Dean's words?

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

"Thank you, thank you!"

Dean thanked him as he took out a flask and handed it over—it was evident that this was his lodging fee; Seeing the wine jug in Dean's hand, the barbarian patriarch's eyes lit up, and he directly uncorked the bottle and poured a sip.

As a patriarch, there are always some privileges.

For example: pick the loot in advance.

"Ha, it's the spirits of Tyre!"

With a heavy exhalation, the barbarian patriarch looked very satisfied, he patted Dean on the shoulder, pointed to the felt-topped tent in the distance, and said, "You can rest there, there is a fire to keep warm, and some food; However, the guests who came before have already taken it...... By the way, they also seem to be businessmen who go to the White Nights, so if you want to look for a job, you can ask them! ”

Clearly, Dean's pick of 'gifts' made a difference.

The barbarian patriarch bluntly confessed that he could say a qiē - the barbarians' coolness is the same as their bravery, but as a patriarch, in addition to this, he also needs a certain amount of brains.

Therefore, the barbarian patriarch only said what he could say.

However, this was enough to make Dean stunned - because Dean didn't expect a caravan to be here, and it was almost already in winter!

Reaching the Kingdom of the White Nights from the Emerald Kingdom, even if it is led from Tyr on the border, requires crossing the entire snowfield forest, and then through the Northland Ice Fields before you can set foot on the White Nights Territory - and everyone knows that summer is the best choice to cross the Snow Plains and the Northland Ice Fields.

Even if you want to reach the White Night for a good profit, you need to be well prepared.

Then the town of Tyre is the last supply point!

However, Dean can be sure that in the last few days in the town of Tyre, there has not been such a large-scale supply team.

"What exactly is ......?"

Dean groaned.

ps Decadent came out of the mountains in the morning, and it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon when I found the hotel, and then I didn't stop the code words...... As a result, it was still a lot late...... Decadence prays for support again~~~

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