90: Chapter 5 Another Richard_1 90: Chapter 5 Another Richard_1 The city of the Fox Tribe, Witherspoon.
Under the overlook of the majestic Mount Tamerlarya, the appearance of Witherspoon completely entered Liu Zhenghan’s vision.
A branch of the snow mountain river across the Donau Wasteland passed right here and served as a natural moat.
The high city walls were covered in green plants, and a red flag fluttered in the wind on the flagpole.
The flag was decorated with an image of a fox holding a staff, embellished with tassels and grain patterns on all sides.
The dense shrubs, grasses, and berry trees ubiquitous in the Wasteland turned into beautiful scenery in the distance here.
Near the walls of Witherspoon, apart from a few tall elms, all were flat roads paved with stone slabs.
The city wall was filled with soldiers who were as serious as sculptures.
The watchtowers and bastions covered the entire field of vision of the city wall.
The Piegel soldiers at the city gate, armed with spears, were noticeably more elite than the prison guards of Bok Village.
They all wore tidy uniforms, and with a vigilant gaze, they scanned every passerby.
Not only were there Pigiel-faced people on the road, but there were also some Orephin elephant people that had been at least three meters tall.
These elephant people, with their thick and long noses, immediately looked shorter when the towering and mighty panda soldiers stood next to them.
Following Helen’s introduction, on the busy major roads, Liu Zhenghan and the others also noticed a small number of human traders.
They were in a hurry, driving beautifully made carriages and rushing on their way in a travel-worn manner.
Liu Zhenghan observed these humans with interest, finding that their hair was similar to the foreigners he had seen on TV, except that it was a little longer, and their clothes were a bit more complex.
“Witherspoon is our Fox Tribe’s main city, the largest gathering place in the Northeastern Province.
All trade to and fro the kingdom is primarily concentrated here.” Helen, unable to resist sharing about her hometown, proudly introduced the largest city of her homeland to everyone: “There are as many as 80,000 permanent residents here, and if there is a war, villagers and people from the surrounding fields can all enter this massive city.
This is also the main altar, temple, the domicile of the Fox Tribe chieftain and the upper nobility of the Northeastern Province.
It is the largest city in the Donau Wasteland, and ‘Witherspoon’ is equivalent to ‘Pearl of the Prairie’ in Mongolian.”
“Look there, which race in your Bimon does that beastman belong to?” Avril was so excited that she chirped like a joyous little lark, her curiosity piqued by everything.
Helen looked in the direction Avril was pointing: “Oh, that’s a skunk man, a vassal of the Piegel race.
In the kingdom, these weaker races can only survive by seeking the protection of stronger races.
The Piegel has two small vassal clans, and the other is the Hedgehog people.
Actually, the settlement inside the kingdom does not have strict regulations.
As long as you are a commoner, you have the right to migrate.
After entering the city, you will also see a small number of Wolf Clan werewolves and Doug Tribe Dougheads, and some other Bimon beastmen.”
“What race is that?” Ning Yu pointed at a small, shelled Bimon beggar by the side of the road.
This Bimon beggar squatted by the trail at the city gate, his face a dusky color, and a bowl full of holes sat before him.
“He does look a lot like our snail tribe under the sea.” Avril looked at the beggar, expressing some wistful sentiments.
“That’s a Buer Tribe Tauren.” Helen replied with a smile.
“But I thought Taurens were among the strongest races in the Bimon.” Liu Zhenghan was surprised, “This guy is too short, right?”
“That’s a snail.” Helen responded with a forced laugh, “Even the strongest Bimon races have their own weak groups.
Snails carry heavy shells and lead quite a hard life.”
Liu Zhenghan checked his pockets for a while but didn’t find a single copper coin.
Gude took out two pieces of cheese from his bag and handed them to him.
Liu Zhenghan put them into the bowl of the snail beggar.
The snail beggar looked at him timidly and softly said, “Thank you, Lord Piegel!”
The porcupine officer at the city gate, wearing a squad leader sign, also noticed this group of Bimon whose behavior seemed a bit strange.
He walked up, first politely bowed to Helen and asked, “Honorable Miss Fawkes, do you need any help?”
“Thank you for your kindness, we are from Bok Village, and now we are going to see the War God in the temple.” Helen replied with a gracious smile.
The officer was almost enchanted by this smile.
His gaze quickly fell upon Ning Yu and Avril, who were cloaked.
The sight of their pretty faces almost made him dizzy.
“You’re going to the temple?
Are you an honorable Altar Sacrificial Ceremony, Miss?” The ostrich tail feathers on the squadron leader’s cap trembled as he spoke.
“Yes, sir.” Helen giggled.
It took Liu Zhenghan a while to understand why Helen was laughing so happily. Latest content published on novel{f}ire.net
After learning that Helen was a sacrificial ceremony, the officer unexpectedly assigned an escort team of ten fully armed soldiers to accompany Helen and them all the way to the Campas Temple.
Finally, Liu Zhenghan understood how high the status of Bimon’s Altar Sacrificial Ceremony held in the hearts of Bimon beastmen.