Chapter 3 Bronze
However, this Snakeman tribe was a bit more numerous than the High Savage Mountain Eagleman tribe, with roughly three hundred Snakeman surviving.
Mike decided decisively to eliminate this Snakeman tribe.
So that night.
Mike then led the battleable clansmen in the Eagleman tribe, and took advantage of the night while they were asleep to overthrow this small tribe of Snakeman.
Afterwards, they mined copper ore and smelted bronze.
Mike knew some of the simplest ancient copper refining methods in his previous life, and after a few attempts, he succeeded in refining bronze.
Fifth year.
After a year of accumulation.
Almost all the Eaglemen in the tribe who could fight had a bronze weapon in their hands.
With the bronze weapon, they could hunt even bigger and fiercer prey.
Even some weak magical beasts that Mike and the others touched dared to try their luck.
The clansmen mostly used bronze spears, while Mike cast a bronze sword to use.
Sixth year.
The tribe's bronze reserves increased, so Mike took the extra bronze and cast a bronze cauldron!
From this, food could be cooked in the cauldron all the time.
And then some bronze utensils were built.
Bowls, pots, pans, spoons, and so on.
Until this point, Mike could declare that the High Savage Mountain tribe had left the Stone Age and entered the Bronze Age.
They were more civilized than the vast majority of races in the Fereland world.
Seventh year.
Mike was 16 years old, which was considered adulthood among the Eagleman tribe.
His body became more erect and athletic, and his Feather Morgan was tougher and stronger.
This year, in order to face the upcoming war, Mike began to cast his armor in bronze!
Because Eagleman had Feather Morgan, it was difficult to cover their backs with armor, and in order to maintain light flight, the armor should not be too heavy.
Mike then cast armor only on the chest, arms, and head for defense.
A dozen pairs of this simple bronze armor were built and worn by Mike and the strongest Eagleman in the tribe.
They were all companions that Mike had grown up with, hand in hand.
As time passed.
This year in the fall.
As the golden fall leaves fluttered.
The messenger from the Eagleman's royal court arrived as expected!
The sky was high, the clouds were light, and the feeling of autumn was thick!
On the cliffs of High Savage Mountain.
The gray and black feathered Morgan's Eagleman emissary lifted his wings in mid-air, holding a two-meter long bone spear and looking down proudly.
He swept a glance at the High Savage Mountain Tribe's Eagleman population, looking at this group of weak clansmen, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he announced in a loud voice.
'High Savage Mountain Tribe, the royal court has an order! Draft fifty Eagleman warriors! For a limited period of three days, rush to the Vast Sea Forest to follow the orders of the God of Thunder!"
Familiar enlistment order resounded in the entire cliff, I think the royal court really do not see such a small tribe as High Savage Mountain, after decades, even the content of the enlistment order is not willing to change a word.
No wonder, this is the vast mountains, all the small tribes of Eagleman outside the royal court of the common recruitment!
But fifty people is still too many.
The current Eagleman tribe, counting the newborn babies, was only about 200 people, and the adult male Eagleman of Mike's generation was only about thirty.
At this moment, Mike finally understood the sadness and powerlessness that Eagle Father felt back then.
That sentence, 'My son must grow up healthy", was said only under such a sad situation.
On the cliff, a group of Eagleman bowed their heads.
Mike stood at the front, his claws clenched tightly, forcibly holding back his inner anger, taking a deep breath and begging like the father he once was.
'Lord Messenger, as you can see, our tribe is really difficult to come up with fifty Eagleman warriors nowadays, can we be more lenient, I am willing to lead all adult male Eagles to fight for the God of Thunder and the royal court!"
'Humph! Is the royal court edict something that can be bargained for?"
The Eagleman emissary of the gray and black feathered Morgan snorted coldly and said in a chilling voice.
'A small tribe like grass and weeds, to be able to survive here, under the shelter of the royal court, is already a gift from the royal court."
Saying that, he looked towards Mike's clenched claws and the eyes that were looking straight at him, and there was a killing heart rising within him.
Small tribes like High Savage Mountain were like weeds in the grassland, one wave of death, one wave of life, even if they were exterminated, it wouldn't have any effect.
It was something that would happen sooner or later!
The royal court never cared about their deaths.
As soon as the killing intent moved, the Eagleman messenger's eyes condensed, and the breeze in heaven and earth gusted.
This was surprisingly a transcendent power, the power of wind!
Mike, who was standing in front of the cliff, had a chill in his heart, and with a jolt in his body, he hurriedly bowed his head and hung his head, and exclaimed.
'Lord Emissary, High Savage Mountain is willing to follow the conscription order!"
Between heaven and earth, suddenly quiet for a few breaths, the only thing that could be seen was the wind rising from the sky.
On the cliffs, Mike was on alert and ready to storm!
In mid-air, the cold-faced Eagleman messenger finally did not make a move, dropping a cold drink, and then lifted his wings and left.
'Fifty people, within three days, remember, one less, one day later, destroy your clan!"
On the cliff, Mike was furious in his heart as he sniffed.
'Damn, sooner or later, turn against your bullshit Eagleman royal court!"
When the Eagleman messenger walked away, the clansmen lamented.
'This war, when is it going to end ah, this day, when will it really get better!"
'We are too weak."
'Once our fathers are gone, we are afraid that we will have to follow in their footsteps."
Mike looked at the sad faces of the clansmen and immediately stepped forward, exclaiming.
'Please trust me, clansmen, this time, I will definitely bring everyone back!"
'If I can't come back, I shall die in front of everyone!"
'In addition, for the quota of fifty people, please ask the adult sisters of the clan to accompany us on the journey. The brats who are still underage will just stay with the tribe."
'Yes, Matriarch."
Right away, a dozen female adult clansmen walked out, all female Eagleman of their generation.
This time, the entire High Savage Mountain tribe would really only have the old and weak left.
Mike sighed in his heart, and his gaze went to the youngest and largest Eagleman teenager in the group of Eagles, smiling at him.
'Leo, after we leave, you are the strongest male Eagleman in the tribe, you have to lead the teenagers to protect everyone!"
Leo said solemnly with tears in his eyes.
'Well, big brother Mike!"
Mike nodded at his words, and after calming his mother again, he stepped forward and addressed the Eaglemen who were about to leave for the battle.
'Good, there's no time to lose, let's go back now and put on our bronze armor and pick up our weapons. We'll set out for the Hays Forest in a quarter of an hour."
Some Eagleman wondered.
'Mike, isn't it within three days, why this rush?"
Mike shook his head.
'In previous generations, none of our ancestors who went on the expedition returned. This time, we have to go and explore Leo first, what exactly is the situation in the Vast Sea Forest, and make adequate preparations!"
Bathing in the Titan's blood was so shocking that he wasn't ready to say it first, but instead found a well thought out excuse.
Of course, it wasn't exactly an excuse, and there was still some truth in saying so.
'Alright, we understand. We'll go back to get our weapons and equipment now, and in a quarter of an hour, we'll set off!"
The Eagleman people nodded their heads.
They didn't doubt Mike's words, over the years, they had practically grown up with Mike, and that sense of trust was far greater than normal.
Just like this.
A quarter of an hour later.
Fifty Eaglemen with bronze swords and spears were ready to go, and with Mike's order, they flew westward in the unwilling sight of the old and weak Eaglemen who stayed behind.
Starry night and day!
Seven times the sun rose and set.
Across mountains and rivers, deep valleys and forests.
Mike finally brought his own tribal warriors to the Hays Forest.
This was a vast and vast forest, just like its name, the greenery was as vast as the sea, boundless.
A long river traveled through this forest and merged into the distant sea.
This was the edge of the territory ruled by the Thunder Titan Atri, bordering the realm of the Swift Blue Dragon King Arilatos.
The two had been fighting for many years and had been at odds.
At this time, the Hays Forest was like a huge barracks, where all of the Fereland's ten thousand clans were present.
He saw centaurs patrolling the forest, Eagleman hovering in the sky, trolls camping in the jungle, dwarves riding sheep in the valleys, goblins chopping down trees, mermaids perched in front of the great river, fishmen holding stone forks, mixed-blooded giants acting as supervisors, goblins and tree elves looking up from the treetops, boar men laying down on the earth... and so on.
These were the subsidiary races of the Titan side, the races that had ruled half the world since the Titan Giant Era.
The side of the ancient dragons was not inferior to the Titan giants.
Mike looked towards the more distant north of the Vast Sea Forest, only to see a stone throne that was three hundred meters tall standing in the north of the forest.
It was as if it was chiseled out of an entire mountain.
A giant nearly two hundred meters tall sat on it, his purple hair and golden eyes exuding a magnificent aura that made people tremble.
That majesty was like a mountain or a sea, and the immense sense of oppression made Mike marvel!
At every moment, there were heaven-defying purple lightning bolts draping over his robust body, like an abyss or a prison!
'That's the Titan who reigns over thunder, Atri!"