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The final hunting results came out, and Windlow won.

The record of 1:96 said it all. No matter how unwilling the Norse chieftain was to accept the defeat, her body still honestly declared her defeat.

What a humiliating defeat! She only frustrated Windlow once, but she herself suffered 96 blows.

Even though she was the only one who knew about this, the honor of the Norse Chieftain would not allow her to lie, let alone kill the other party to cover up her tracks after failing in a glorious challenge.

Losing is losing, it's no big deal, but she was very curious why Windlow's power was so strong that even she couldn't resist it.

I am even more worried about whether I will have the opportunity to experience this glorious challenge again in the future.

The matter was over, and she picked up her horned helmet and declared her allegiance to Windlow. From then on, the two tribes and the state were ruled by him alone.

After finishing, Windlow was out of breath. If he hadn't received extra training from Mousse before, it would be hard to tell who would win or lose in today's match.

After walking out of such a tent, he looked at a large group of Norse raiders who were already under his rule.

As for the Norse female chief following behind him, Windlo felt not happy but pressured.

I didn't make any money at all. Strictly speaking, I was losing money, or even losing a lot of money.

The most difficult thing for businessmen to accept is loss, but businessmen have one better quality than ordinary people.

After suffering a loss, they will not complain about the fate, but will first count the amount of losses and then look for ways to reverse the profit and loss.

"Well, go check out your tribe."

"No, it's your tribe now."

This is really heartbreaking. Not all assets are good. We need to distinguish whether they are high-quality assets or low-quality assets.

Many things seem to be a bargain, but in fact they are low-quality assets. If you really hold them, you will continue to lose money and even affect other existing high-quality assets.

Forget it, just follow this female chief and see how backward and barbaric her original tribe is.

What appeared before Windlo's eyes was a most ordinary Norse tribe, a large group of houses closely packed together without any walls for protection.

Poverty is inevitable, but there is one great advantage, that is, the excellent port.

Although the Norscans do not know how to farm, they have an advantage that the Imperials and Bretonnians cannot match.

Almost every race has its own advantages, and the advantage of the Norse people is that they are particularly good at finding excellent ports.

The location of the female chief's tribe cannot be said to be unique, it can only be said to be unique.

An empire's port can only generate a maximum revenue of 100 gold coins, but the Norse ports can generate a revenue of gold coins in a month, but they just don't know how to make better use of it.

The female chief also glanced over at Windlow. She didn't expect that this guy, besides being handsome and good at doing things, also had a good eye and knew how to judge the quality of a port.

Such a good port was not wasted in the hands of the Norsemen.

As the Bjölling tribe in Norsca, they are like the Reikland in the Empire.

Although they are as warlike as other Norse tribes, they are a minority of tribes that will conduct normal trade with the people of the Old World when not fighting, and they also produce many of the most powerful explorers and adventurers in the entire world.

The most valuable point is that although the Björrling, a Norse tribe, worships the four Chaos Gods on the Norse Peninsula, they also worship the gods of the Old World.

They would even pray to the names of Khorne and Sigmar at the same time as a bridge between the Norscans and the Imperials. Windlow quite liked such a tribe.

And he could see the disadvantages of such a tribe at a glance.

That is extreme poverty and backwardness.

When people are hungry, they will always try every possible way to fill their stomachs.

Behind Windlow and the female chief, the more than one hundred Norse raiders did not put down their axes.

They followed the female chief to join Windlo's tribe for no other reason than that if they could have food by following Windlo, they would definitely include his name in their prayers.

If you have no food to eat, don't worry, there will always be food to eat, there will always be food to eat, at worst we can just eat each other.

Mousse pinched her nose when such a hot potato was thrown into her hands. The undisciplined and uncontrollable population was not a slave, and asking her to take over would only make her sick.

Izexi showed a completely different expression.

Although the High Elves are arrogant, they also know the times. They know that the rune forging skills of the dwarves are superior to those of the elves, and they also know that the Norsemen have excellent talent in navigation.

Considering that the best sailors and boarding warriors are needed to fight against the Dark Elves, as well as someone to defend against the Dark Elves' crossbows and spears.

The Norsemen are very suitable to be a vassal state of the High Elves, and they are also targets that can be won over.

As for Wendlow, it was obvious that he had thought further than the two elves.

"I also know the situation of our tribe. As the new chief, I will definitely make sure everyone has food to eat."

After saying this to the group of Norse raiders who were always eyeing him covetously, it was obvious that their eyes became much kinder.

The tone was calm, but it convinced everyone.

"Chief! Chief! Chief! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The shouts of more than a hundred people made the frozen sea water along the coast flow again.

At the same time, it was like a grill that pierced Windlow over the fire and roasted him.

At present, the more than one hundred people are not hungry, but as human beings, if they don’t eat for one day, they will feel hungry, if they don’t eat for three days, they will make a fuss, and if they don’t eat for seven days, they will start sharpening their knives.

There is not much time left for Windlow, so accordingly, there is not much time left for others either.

"Emergency meeting. How do we solve the feeding problem for the tribe that just joined us?"

It was another meeting. Now Windlow preferred to listen to everyone's different opinions and get information from all sides, which would enable him to make better judgments.

"Trap and kill."

Mousse simply wiped his neck.

"Call them together, and ask them to receive their pay in the parade ground. Do not wear armor. Oh, they have no armor."

“This is the last option to be considered.”

Seeing that Windlow was the first to reject his plan, Mousse rolled his eyes, pushed the door open and walked out.

If you don't listen to her, she won't have anything to say. Just wait until someone wants to kill someone and then ask her to handle it.

"Gather an expedition and send them off."

Izehi proposed a more reasonable method, which was to let the Norsemen go to the sea to explore and then be buried in the belly of fish. This way, everyone's hands would not be stained with blood and it would be very clean.

"No, no, no, I know, I know what it feels like to be hungry, I know, I know."

The female rat waved her hands, repeatedly rejecting the opinions of the two elves.

"It's uncomfortable to be hungry, it's uncomfortable, yes, so let them eat, everyone can eat enough, eat enough."

Wendlow sighed. He certainly knew that the best way was to keep people fed.

But how can we feed so many people? A hundred full-time soldiers.