I have a bunch of players on Earth - Chapter 362
Chapter 362: Chapter 361: the rise of cabbages (I)
Translator: 549690339
When he left, Noen counted the number of people. There were more than 5,700 old shamans and other people. Among them, there were 45 old shamans who insisted on the dignity of shamans, and more than 170 young apprentices. There were more than 3,900 Wanderers in the Beast Training Department, more than 1,500 warriors, and less than 10 witch doctors…
Yale Law gave them 20,000 yellow-horned sheep, 10,000 white-horned sheep, and over 4,000 gelth oxen.
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Of course, there were also some weapons, iron weapons, and Gardo behemoths… …
The allocation was actually quite conscientious, and it could be considered acceptable in public, but Noen knew that their prospects were very difficult…
The quality of the cattle and sheep raised by the Earth tribes could be considered the best among the five great tribes. They grew fat quickly, and their fertility was also very good…
However, these cattle and sheep also had an astonishing amount of food. Ordinary grasslands could not feed them at all. The grasslands of the cloud and fog plateau had been nurtured by the earth priests for several generations. The degree of richness and quality of the water grass was the best among the five tribes, there was no place in the southern grasslands that could compare to it. Otherwise, the Earth tribe would not be the only one to have such a huge and heavy mount like the Gardo Behemoth.
If they did not quickly find a beautiful grassland, these cows and sheep in their hands would not be able to live for long. Just by relying on the wild grassland outside, they would starve to death in a few months at most… Especially those Gardo Beasts!
However, although the plains were large, most of the grasslands had owners. If they wanted to take the grasslands, they could only rob them!
However, with their current 1,000 plus warriors, if they were to bully some kobolds and Goblin tribes, it might not be a big problem. However, if they wanted to snatch the large grasslands from some slightly larger tribes, it would be a Fool’s dream…
However, weak races like the goblins and kobolds were unlikely to have their own grassland… …
After wandering for half a month, Noen and his group finally found a valley where the Centaur tribe was entrenched. With the advantage of the Gardo Behemoth and the Orthodox orc bloodline… After paying a certain price in casualties, they finally snatched this seemingly barely viable territory…
However, it was barely survivable…
The grassland in this valley could only be considered average in the southern grassland. There were no shamans in the Centaur tribe. The grassland was almost primitive. Its nutrition value was far less than that of the cloud-mist plateau. After resting for a few days, the beef and mutton that they brought here were visibly becoming thinner.
Especially those Iron Hill Beasts of Gardo and Earth Knight. They had lost a lot of weight in a few days and were dispirited all day long. The Beast Tamer in the tribe told him that these mounts might lose their fighting strength if this continued…
Based on the survey of the quality of the land, those old shamans gave a very pessimistic answer. The quality of this land was very average. It would take at least 20 years to breed a grassland which could satisfy the nutrition of Gardo Beasts and Iron Hill Beasts, additionally, they could barely feed it after 20 years.
It would take at least 100 years if they wanted to breed cows and sheep as fat and powerful as their former tribes’mounts…
This news made everyone instantly lose hope… …
Twenty years… … The mounts they brought with them had probably died out long ago. Could it be that after they were done raising them, they would go to Yale to borrow seeds? Would others be willing?
Noen was born as a shaman and knew that without high-quality forage, the livestock they brought with them would definitely lose more than half. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, after a few generations.., they would definitely not have the same quality of meat as before.
The warriors of the Earth tribe cultivated very poorly on meat. If they ate inferior black-horned sheep like the centaurs, the chances of raising elite warriors would be very low…
After a few generations, the characteristics of the Earth tribe might gradually disappear and become a member of the vast grassland…
Of course… … They also had excellent old shamans in the Earth tribe. If they could take 100 years to maintain the grassland, it was not impossible for them to develop…
However, it was impossible for them to stay stable in this turbulent grassland for 100 years…
Without the Gardo Beasts and Iron Hill Beast Knights, any slightly larger tribe could tear them into pieces…
Therefore, Noen and the other shaman elders chose to take down a base while they still had fighting strength. However, it was obvious that… … they had bet on the wrong place… …
In order to take down this base, they had paid a great price. They had lost over 300 elite warriors and a lot of Beast Tamers. Almost half of the people in the entire tribe had been wounded by knives, the serious ones were already in a coma with their wounds festering. Whether they would be able to survive was another matter.
In other words, they no longer had any strength to gamble again!
After obtaining the data, Noen looked at the ashen-faced clansmen, and his heart was not only dejected…
From the old tribe leader’s defeat on the battlefield to his final defeat, could it be… … Was this fate?
“Noen… Go and take a look, Raley is dying!”
Just as Noen was sighing, a tall native orc ran over from outside the tent and said anxiously.
Noen was shocked when he heard that and hurriedly followed the other party over.
Raley was the strongest warrior among the group of people who had been expelled. In terms of human level, he was at least at the peak of silver-tier, almost reaching gold-tier…
It could be said that he was one of the few guarantees they had now. During the battle to capture the valley, he had personally killed the centaur leader, but he had also been almost cut in half by the other party’s axe…
After occupying the valley, a few witch doctors in the tribe had been working day and night to treat his injuries… …
Noen followed the other party all the way to Raleigh’s tent, his face full of anxiety…
Actually, Noen was prepared for this bad news because he had seen Reilly’s injuries at that time. Although he was not a witch doctor, he knew that it was basically impossible to recover from such a large wound…
However, when the news of the other party’s death came, he could not help but feel sad. If the strongest warrior in the tribe also died, their ability to stand on their feet would be even weaker… …
“Don’t waste the secret medicine anymore…”in the tent, Noen saw Reilly lying on the linen mat and said to the witch doctor weakly, “My wound can’t heal…”
“This…”the witch doctors looked at each other awkwardly. In fact, from their medical experience, they knew that the other party was right… …
When they, the Beast tribe’s witch doctors, treated such large-scale wounds, they would first use secret medicines to hang their lives, apply herbs to stop the bleeding, and then stimulate the warrior’s qi and blood, allowing the warrior to rely on his strong physique to heal naturally…
However, if this method was too exaggerated in the face of wounds, it would be very difficult to handle. For example, Reilly’s intestines were already half exposed, so there was basically no possibility of healing…
But now, the other party was the most outstanding warrior in the tribe, and he was also an old instructor. With his rich teaching experience, if he died, the future of their tribe would be even more difficult… …
But if they continued to waste the secret medicine on him, it was obviously not worth it… …
It must be known that the secret medicine production of the witch doctors was very laborious, especially after they left the cloud fog plains. Many of the raw materials for the secret medicine were missing, and it was likely that for a long period of time… The people in the tribe could only rely on this little amount of stock. It was indeed not suitable to waste such a situation on a person who was bound to die…
Just as everyone was in a dilemma, a soft voice suddenly sounded… …
“Why don’t you sew it up?”
