Chapter 438 Arriving at the Big Party, Is This the Life of Barbarians?

As Grete wished, the old hunchback declined the treatment - or in other words, he requested that the treatment be postponed to a later date, and promised that he would do his best to help Grete obtain a suitable incorporeal body.

Grete understood.

After all, not everyone is willing to try a second time in the short term after sitting stiffly on the CT chair for nearly two hours, almost unable to hold it in any longer...

The two teams formed one team, swaying and marching in the wilderness. Along the way, a third village and a fourth village were merged...

Gretel was introduced to the headmen and elders of each village, and then received a dozen requests for help (including but not limited to: my horse has lost its appetite, my horse is not walking well, my horse...). By the way, I chatted up a large group of barbarians for a physical examination, measured their height and weight, and used [Detection Magic] to take X-rays...

All in all, I was having a great time, and I had a sense of accomplishment that I felt when I was sent to the hospital to go to the countryside in my previous life.

Half a month passed by in a flash. Finally, they arrived at "Akula", the scene of the tribal gathering. Gretel got out of the caravan, stood up straight, and immediately froze on the spot, slowly opening his mouth:

At the edge of the camp as far as the eye can see, a huge arch stands, at least five meters high. The arch was not made of masonry, bamboo, or the inflatable materials that were common in Gretel's previous life, but the skeleton of some kind of giant beast.

The surface of the bone is light yellow in color and full of luster. There is an animal head high on the top of the arch, with a huge mouth open, fangs intertwined, and wisps of light red can be seen in the bones. It was clear at a glance that they were not old, weathered animal bones, but fresh bones. The ferocious beast had been killed not long ago...

Further inside, clusters of small tents surround large tents and are scattered on the wasteland. There are dozens of ropes tied to the top of each big tent, with colorful flags tied to them, blowing in the wind.

The taller the tent, the more ropes and colorful flags. The men and women who came in and out of the tent looked more energetic, and their clothes became more... Grete shook his head. He really couldn't see how the barbarian's clothes were luxurious, but at least they weren't shabby? The animal claws and teeth hanging on the chest are also extremely long and sharp?

In short, it should look like a very powerful village or tribe...

The garrison locations of these tribes do not seem to be on a first-come, first-served basis, but rather have their own set of rules. Elder Gushan and the others walked in familiarly, pitched a tent near the center of the settlement, and enthusiastically built a residence for Grete and the others. Bernard wanted to help, but they stopped him...

What? Let the guests and the noble spellcasters do it themselves?

nonexistent!

Bernard couldn't even get involved, so Grete was even more idle and simply went out with Cerela and Bernard to see what was going on. After walking around half a circle, I suddenly saw a crowd of people in front of me, huddled together in a dark mass. Grete approached curiously, stretched his neck and looked for a moment, then stood up on tiptoes:

"What is that man doing?"

There is a big stone standing on the hill in front. It is as tall as two people and square. It looks particularly eye-catching. When Grete walked over, there was a barbarian with a big beard and three sets of fangs standing high on the stone, waving his arms and full of momentum:

"Article 10: If a man in a family is killed, the victim's family has the right to take revenge, tooth for tooth, never ending!"

"Article 11: If a family's house burns down, the neighbors must help rebuild it! If a family's cow dies of illness and is lost, the neighbor must use his own cow to make up for half of the family's loss!"

"Article 12: Arsonists shall be tied to a burning pillar and burned to death!"

"Article 13: Anyone who murders an elder will be hung next to a live wolf that is also hung until death!"

"Article 14: Those who betray their compatriots will be quartered by five horses or dragged to death by wild horses!"

There was a group of barbarians gathered in front of the stone. They all looked older and their furs were thicker and glossier. Behind them, another group of people gathered around a little further away. They were younger and stood more scattered, whispering to each other. Grete squeezed past them and pushed forward, letting Bernard hold him back:

"Don't go there. Those people are Gotti."

"Goti?"

Gretel turned his head blankly. Bernard explained in a low voice:

"Goti are elders, wise men, those who are highly virtuous, generous, kind, and respected. When the tribe encounters disputes, they mediate. The Goti above is running for the position of [Explainer] - that is He who explains the law to everyone.”

Oh, explain the law. Gretel nodded. Judging from his impassioned and spitting appearance, he does seem to be campaigning. Gretel was reminded of some unpleasant memories and asked in a low voice:

"Why is he just memorizing the law? We are running for election. Don't we have to make promises to everyone?"

"No need!" Bernard looked down at him in surprise:

"The condition for successful election is that he must recite one-third of the code from memory in front of everyone. The other Gottis stood by to ensure that he did not make mistakes..."

What about this?

This approach sounds quite reasonable, especially in the living environment of barbarians. But reciting a third of the code in public?

…How long is your code of law? If a person wants to succeed in the election, do we have to stand here for a day?

"Article 21, if a free man loses all his land, he can become a slave! If a slave serves his master loyally, he will be given the opportunity to redeem himself and become a free man!"

"Article 22: Those who violate the law will be expelled from the tribe! The exiles cannot cultivate any land, and cannot accept gifts or help from anyone!"

When I got here, the cheers from below started. First, the Gottis in the front row applauded enthusiastically, and then the barbarians in the back row raised their arms, waved their fists, and cheered:

"Those who speak the truth! Those who speak the truth! Those who speak the truth!"

What, there are only 22 articles, which is one-third of the code? Is your codex so short?

Any magician, no, any mage apprentice, can memorize this level of code without any difficulty, right?

Gretel came to his senses. He looked at the new speaker's exposed arms and well-developed biceps, and wanted to know whether the barbarian speaker relied on words to explain the law, or whether he relied on muscles to explain the law physically...

After Goti's successful election, two more people came to power one after another to run for election as speakers. It's a pity that the last two people's memory is beyond words. They made many mistakes without memorizing the ten points, and were booed off the stage mercilessly.

Gretel lost interest after listening for a while. Cerela was even more impatient than him. She held him with one hand, waved at Bernard with the other, and continued moving forward in a circle. After walking fifty or sixty steps, I heard the sound of water rushing in front of me. A large group of people kept running along the river bank, shouting as they ran:

"Work harder! Work harder!"

"Harder! Harder! Overtake this guy! You can do it!"

"Hold on! Hold on!—Ouch!"

"He's sinking!"

"Do you want to save someone?"

Then there was plop, plop, plop, and a large group of people jumped into the water. Someone drowned? Gretel suddenly quickened his pace. As his feet suddenly left the ground, the wind roared in his ears, but Bernard picked up his collar very skillfully and flew forward...

Just, so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

When I ran closer, I saw that the drowning man had been fished out. He was holding the water upside down and patting him on the back. Grete observed for a moment and saw that the guy coughed up water quickly and regained consciousness, so he didn't go up to cause trouble. Soon, seven or eight more barbarians jumped down with shields on their backs and battle axes tied to their backs:

A new weight-bearing swimming competition begins!

Gretel canceled [cold and heat resistance], stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the air, and quickly added it to himself. As for the water temperature of the river, he was not even interested in reaching out and touching it. It’s the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. Even if it’s not freezing today, it’s getting close!

But Bernard's eyes lit up. He was gearing up, eager to try, and had already begun to pull off his leather jacket:

"Boss, can I also go down and compete?"

Swimming with weights! Haven’t competed in a long time! When he was in the tribe before, he came first every time!

"You..." You can go if you want. Before Gretel could say a word, Cerela on the right side excitedly stuck her head in and interjected:

"Gretel! I'm going too!"

"Don't go!" Grete held her tightly. How can you, a silver dragon, compare with them? If you win the competition, everyone will be disgraced. If you lose the competition, will you show up in the form of a silver dragon in public? Do it again!

"Serila, I'm here to treat them and find the contracted incorporeal body! I need your help! Don't go away!"

Cerira reluctantly stopped. Grete waved to Bernard, telling him to have fun, and continued walking with Cerela. Along the way there are various competition venues, including those for throwing javelins, wrestling, wrestling, unarmed fighting, and fighting with weapons and armor...

The liveliest circle was packed with people and roaring loudly. Grete finally squeezed into the center, but there was a barbarian holding a shield in his left hand, with his right hand free, fighting a snow-white giant wolf that was at least 1.5 meters tall at the shoulders and over 3 meters long!

The giant wolf roared, bit, and spewed ice. It was majestic and majestic. It was clearly a monster of a high level. The barbarian either dodged or blocked with his shield. If he couldn't dodge, he was hit by the breath, and his legs and feet were immediately frozen in the ice.

The giant wolf roared. However, the barbarian broke the ice at the last moment and dodged to the side. Then, he stretched out his left arm, grabbed the giant wolf's neck hair, pressed it down, and punched it hard with his right fist!

The fists crashed down with a roar. The giant wolf went from roaring to struggling, from struggling to whining, and finally, its tail was held low between its two hind legs. The barbarian stopped his fists, turned over and mounted on the wolf's back. The giant wolf did not resist, but obeyed and was driven around the field by the barbarian.

"I feel like you can choose a mount here!" Grete's eyes lit up:

"Hey, if I call Bernard over, can he tame a mount here? Or, do you want me to heal a few people first in exchange for some points or something?"

"Are you a healer?" Someone beside him suddenly interrupted. Gretel turned his head and saw a white-haired old man looking at him with a smile, holding a bone staff with a few bunches of dried plant fruits hanging on the top of the staff:

"Young Healer, if you wish to communicate, our camp is on the other side-"

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