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Chapter 237 87 The unscrupulous Morathi

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 237 87. The cold-blooded Morathi

(It’s interesting to talk about the Huns, it has a lot of popular science content)

Darkus covered his nose and crossed his legs casually, looking at the illegal immigrants who were some distance away from him.

This was the last illegal immigrant. There were six kneeling in a row at the beginning, and five of them had their throats cut and bled by Dorian with a razor blade.

Dorian was still holding the illegal immigrant's dirty and dirt-filled hair tightly with his gloved right hand, and muttered viciously to the illegal immigrant in a language that Darkus did not understand.

Darkus suddenly lost interest. He stood up and raised his head at Dorian, who was still asking. Then he opened the curtain and walked out of the tent. After walking out of the tent, he exhaled and felt that he was finally alive.

come over.

"My Ancient Saint! I would rather sleep with a bunch of stinky little naughties than enter this tent again." Walter, who followed Darkus out, said quickly, and then

He started breathing heavily.

"Have they never had a bath since they were born?" Cowell said with disgust, doing the same action as Walter.

"You can go in again and ask the Hun personally instead of Dorian, or lie on the Hun's body and smell it." Darkus said casually.

Kewell laughed dryly, knowing that it was Dacus who was joking, and then all the Druchi present laughed loudly.

This is already the fourth day of the Battle of Golond. Dakoos, who is squatting in the walled city, is still doing nothing. When he is idle, he puts together the tongues he caught a few days ago. He wants to get rid of these illegal immigrants.

He asked for some information to relieve his boredom, not to mention the enemy's military deployment, even the customs and customs.

It is understood that these Huns all come from a tribe called Kui. They are quite good at light cavalry and have bred tough ponies on the cold hillsides. These ponies are designed to ensure endurance and survival in harsh climates.

They were raised so that they could survive in places where the large war horses would starve to death in the south. They would ride these horses into battle when they attacked the more civilized lands in the south. Another thing to note: these horses were fed a mixture of grain, human blood and meat.

, making them fierce and unpredictable. Of course, don't worry about digestion problems.

But "good at" is also relative. Druchi's Dark Riders are not used to these Huns' shortcomings.

Although the Huns are a race that is good at nomadic herding, fishing and hunting, they can only be regarded as primitive hunters, gatherers and herders. Among all the races living in the far north, the Huns may be the most primitive race, and even the most primitive.

There is no concept of basic forms of civilization. On the contrary, these wandering Huns plundered and fought everywhere in order to maintain their lives.

The Huns have lived on the saddle for generations, and some say they were even born on the saddle. Each member of the tribe carried a dirty tent and all the necessary daily necessities on his stout pony.

They did not have the rich navigation experience of the Norscans, and they did not even know how to build a bridge to cross the river. Instead, they liked to pile their belongings on the back of the horse and swim across by holding the horse's tail.

What's strange is that the Huns believed that all members of their tribe were equal and there was no distinction between men and women. But both men and women would mutilate themselves to make themselves look scarier, or cuter?

Obscure legends mention that the Huns' city was hidden somewhere in the mountains of the Chaos Wasteland. This place was said to be a great center of their worship, and guarded treasures that the Huns had plundered and stolen since their emergence. More than one treasure hunter has sought

Looking for these hidden cities, starting from Cathay, Kislev and Nagaros, the result is never to return.

Like the Kurgans, the Huns were a mobile race, so their tribal boundaries could not be marked by simple boundaries on a map. They were known for their treachery and cannibalism, and were not above killing others they encountered

.They are also a cunning race, very cunning in their dealings, and quick to do double deals. For example, they may surround a small town and promise to leave if the women are handed over. Once the town's

If people obeyed their wishes, the Huns would slaughter the people in the town and burn down all the buildings, just because they could.

The Huns had a penchant for fine things, plundering gold, silks, and even gorgeous decorative rugs, which they proudly displayed whenever they set up camp. They believed in bonds and bargains with other races.

Irrelevant. They see no dishonor in breaking these pacts, or in fact killing each other, and thus gain a reputation for cunning, deceit, and treachery.

In fact, the Cathayans use the term "what the Huns say" to express worthless promises. The Kurgans also despise the Huns. In the words of the Kurgans, "Never trust the Huns, destroy and eat them."

Drop them, yes, and never trust them."

The northernmost part of the medieval mortal world was a desolate chaotic wasteland, not the Arctic Ocean. It can be understood that the entire frozen Antarctic pole reversed and appeared in the north. Some Huns tribes were active in the north of Cathay, and some traveled through the land bridge

Illegal immigration to the north of Nagaros.

The city wall built in the north of Cathay has an inseparable relationship with these Huns, and of course the Kurgans.

The Huns would raid their neighbors, launching attacks against the walls of Cathay or the strongholds of Druchi. They were almost always at war, for one simple reason. They believed their purpose of existence was to fight, kill, and massacre. With their various

Tribes, Kurgans and others fight among themselves to glorify themselves and their dark gods.

The Huns believed that gods resided within all things, and when lightning struck, they would see the image of the blood god. In their own remains, they saw the god of decay. Therefore, they preserved no shrines or altars

custom, but they would build boulders like the Kurgans. These dirty Huns thanked their gods by praying to the rude idols, or by rubbing meat and soup on their horses' hides at mealtimes.

Of course the latter happened very well, the Huns were in places that didn't usually produce much food, so their diet was shocking. They would gobble up game and fish, but when prey was scarce, they ate rats,

They feed on insects, even the lice on their bodies. Some witnesses said that these barbarians even devour the placenta of mare after giving birth, drink horse blood, and even turn into ogres when necessary.

This abominable behavior was compounded by the filthy conditions in which the Huns lived, as they refused to wash their bodies or clothes or bury their garbage, which they believed would anger their gods.

After a while, Dorian came out of the tent and began to curse.

"The Huns represent everything I hate about humans, they are full of mutations. Short, fat and neckless, they become even uglier because of self-mutilation. These people never bathe, they exude a horrible stench and are covered in themselves."

The excrement and filth are no different from beastmen from a distance, they stink to the sky, they are fools, they are too easily corrupted by Chaos."

"It's so careless." Darkus didn't say anything after hearing Dorian's scolding, but shook his head and thought about other things. He thought of Malekith's upcoming attack on Ulthuan in 2300 Imperial Calendar.

During that time, Morathi used some strange means to control the Huns, but of course these are not the main point.

The point is that Darkus remembered that Morathi seemed to have slept with the chief at that time? And it seemed that there was more than just one. He couldn't understand what this was all for. Maybe it was motherly love, for her son? Or something else.

Who can understand Morathi's brain circuit? Maybe it's just that person?

"Experience tells me that next time I need to communicate with them in a well-ventilated environment." Darkus shrugged and said.

(End of chapter)