The stitching of the coat on his body was so rough that it looked like tent fabric.

But this coat is warm enough.

"Mom, I brought food back!

Look, it’s two pieces of meat!”

Couture pushed his way through the crowd, although he did not do so intentionally.

But after his huge body walked into the crowd, those people would naturally be squeezed and staggered.

Among the migrating team, he was the only one moving backward. The old, weak, sick and disabled in the team needed to huddle together to stay warm.

Kotur spoke in the smallest voice, for fear of being heard by other tribesmen.

He did this not because he was worried that the tribe would steal food from his mother, but because he didn't want his mother to be noticed by others.

But any sound was obvious among the silently walking team.

Along the way, apart from the squelching of feet on the snow, there was only the constant sound of wind.

Among the crowd, Kotur could see his mother at a glance.

It's not because of how conspicuous his mother is, but because of the blood connection between a son and his mother.

"Mom, it's meat..."

Couture's voice was very low.

He saw his mother walking with the help of others.

Or rather dragging...

Her mother was not attacked by anyone and received help from her tribe.

But now she can no longer walk on her own.

"Kotur."

This is the voice of Couture's mother's neighbor, the old woman who is carrying Couture's mother on her back!

Although she is an old woman, she is also a savage.

Just walking with a small body on his back is barely possible.

"Is mom dead?"

Kotur's voice was very weak.

It's like all the power has been taken away.

It was then that he realized that he had not eaten any food for almost a week.

After Kotur's father hunted when he was a child, only a pair of very ordinary wrist guards were returned.

His mother is already his last relative.

"Your mother couldn't chew any food yesterday.

These are what she left for you."

The aunt took out a small animal skin bag from her arms.

There is almost no difference between her approach and Couture's.

They are all using their own body temperature to warm the food.

"No! Every time I watch my mother swallow the food!"

Kotur seemed a little dazed, realizing that his mother was dead.

But he was questioning it as if he couldn't accept the result at all!

"She ate it, but as soon as you left she would scratch her own throat.

She didn't even chew the pieces of meat, she just used her teeth to cut them into the largest sizes she could swallow.

Then, all the food is here..."

The aunt threw the animal skin bag in her hand very weakly.

The bag dropped a step in front of Couture.

The mouth of the bag fell open, and inside were the pieces of meat that were almost swallowed whole.

You can only see a little trace of digestion on the edges of the meat, but there are no stains!

After each forced vomiting, Kotur's mother would use her body temperature to melt the snow on the ground and wash away the stomach acid from the meat.

This is a mother's love for her child...even though it seems to be a bit of a mysophobia.

Kotur thought of Cassius's words.

Cassius asked him not to give his mother any more food, just for this reason!

The energy consumed by vomiting is very huge for an old woman who has long been disabled.

Kotur's mother was once a warrior, and her physical strength could have supported her to go further.

But in order for my son not to be disappointed, and also for my son to actually eat some food.

She did it without hesitation!

Kotur first picked up his mother from the aunt's back, and then picked up the animal skin bag on the ground.

I don't know how many barbarians passed by here along the way, but no one even glanced at the food in the open pocket.

"Mother……"

Kotur muttered blankly, and then grabbed a lot of food that was in his mother's belly in the animal skin bag.

Then he stuffed it into his mouth fiercely!

Kotur swallowed the piece of meat without chewing it.

Big mouthful!

He hugged his mother and turned around, preparing to rush towards the front of the team.

Over there is Cassius distributing food to the soldiers.

He and Cassius were back, and the warriors had something to eat.

Next it's time to tell Orak that it's time to leave the fight.

Kotur touched the two newly allocated pieces of meat in his arms and walked a little faster.

My mother is dead, so I can't accept Orak's kindness!

This extra piece of food should be returned to Orak!

As for the mother...

It was difficult to carry a corpse with him during the migration, and Koutul had to fight from time to time, so he couldn't take his mother with him.

And he couldn't give his mother's body to the previous aunt.

Suddenly Koutur turned around as if he remembered something.

Then he held out his hand holding the food that had been preserved with his body temperature, and then spread it out!

You can still faintly see some heat on the meat.

"Auntie, this is my food.

You took my mother so far, I must compensate you.

Please accept it!”

Koutur subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn't do it now.

"Kotur, go and fight.

Your mother just let her stay here!

This is the Arreat Mountains, and Bulcasso will protect her soul."

The aunt pushed away the big hand in front of her, and also pushed away the precious food.

A barbarian's life may be as humble as an insect in times of crisis, but he will never let his spirit become despicable!

Even though this might be a chance to survive!

"Bulkess? I've never seen him.

But I think he's a great guy."

Kotur slowly squatted down, stuffed the food into his arms again, and then inserted his hands into the ground forcefully!

The ground is shaking!

As Kotur's muscles suddenly expanded, his huge brute force created a deep crater on the ground!

Then, he kissed his mother's forehead for the last time...
To be continued...