Chapter 966: Cunning Humans
Although they were camping in a safe camp, considering that the Qigami Clan attack had just occurred, Gordon and the others would of course arrange a vigil.
Before the strange-faced tribe entered the camp, it was discovered by Xianglan, who was responsible for the night watch. It used an insect-like whistle to wake up the hunters.
The hunters continued to pretend to be asleep, wanting to see what the strange-faced tribe wanted to do.
In the end, it actually wanted to steal the inscription sword?
This made Gordon even more angry than directly stabbing him, and his fist became harder.
The Qimian clan found out that this was a trap and wanted to run away.
If only Gordon, the sword wielder, was there, he might not be able to catch the strange-faced tribe who were light and agile and good at burrowing into the ground.
But if Pork Chop and Pandan are equally flexible or even more flexible, the result will be different.
After a while, the strange-faced tribe was pressed down by two Ellu and tied into a rope ball.
The Strange Face Tribe struggled hard, but unfortunately couldn't break free. Gordon grinned and brought it to him.
“Wait a minute!”
Mr. Monroe, who was awakened by the noise of arrest, looked at this scene. It took him a few seconds to react and ran over in a hurry, “Don’t Kill it! Let me ask him first!”
Gordon was not prepared to hold the strange-faced creature to death. After shaking it hard a few times, he raised it in front of Mr. Monroe. .
“Quack, quack!!”
"Gah?"
"Kaba!"
Monroe exchanged a few words with the Qimian clan before the latter fell silent and stopped answering.
Monroe asked a few more questions one after another, but the strange-faced clan member turned his face away and said nothing as if he hadn't heard.
“A tough talk, right?”
Gordon, who was already angry, shook wildly again, shaking the strange-faced creature dizzy, and it felt like its brains were being shaken, but it still refused to speak.
“It seems we have to find a way to extract a confession.” Hayata squinted her eyes.
Herta also came over. She looked at the bonfire that had not been extinguished, and pointed to the pool deep in the cave, "Fire torture? Or water torture?"
"That's right. Not really." Hayata laughed dryly.
"Baka, snap, snap!" Monroe scolded in a stern tone, and then put his hand on the mask of the Strange Face Clan, trying to take off the mask.
"Gah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" the Qimian tribe screamed and struggled wildly.
But it obviously couldn't break free of the loops of rope, let alone Gordon's big, iron-like hands.
Finally, it compromised.
Lowering his head, his whole "person" became weak, he muttered answers to Mr. Monroe's questions.
As the exchange continued, Mr. Monroe's expression became serious and strange.
Upon seeing this, Gordon asked: "How is it? Do you understand the situation?"
"Put it down." Monroe stroked his beard and said: "The situation is more complicated than we thought. ”
Gordon threw the Qimian tribe to Zhupa, and asked Zhupa and Xianglan to keep a close watch on them.
“So what happened?”
“The previous attack was actually a robbery with a clear purpose.” Monroe frowned and said: “It was rather vague and confusing. , but probably, this group of strange-faced people have no interest in harming humans
But they're collecting ore, and they're collecting a lot of ore.
The transportation team of the fourth phase has a lot of ore, so it becomes the target of their robbery. ”
“Collect ore? To make weapons? "Hayata asked tentatively.
"Probably not. The Qimian tribe in the New World have a higher level of civilization and have mastered certain forging techniques, but they only stay at very rough smelting and polishing, and it is not enough to collect a large amount of ore. It can’t be built. "
Mr. Monroe pointed to the rough ore knife behind the Strange Face Tribe, which at first glance looked like a hammered stone tool, "Just like this. ”
"What else can the ore do?" Xianglan muttered as she kicked the Qimian tribe.
Heta then continued: "The Qimian language has fewer words. I heard a word that means 'sacrifice', 'tribute' and 'sacrifice'.
But the previous sentence is too complicated and I can’t understand it.”
“Yeah.” Monroe nodded, “It does say it. They collected the ore to pay tribute. I asked it to whom it paid tribute, and it said to pay tribute to the 'earth', and also said that this was the order of the 'golden priest'.
The word 'golden priest' is me. The general translation, the literal translation should be 'the priest wearing the mask made of gold'"
The more Gordon listened, the more questions he had. He looked back at his golden sword with inscriptions.
I wonder if this guy mistook this big sword to be made of pure gold? So you came here specifically to get this sword?
"There is no need to investigate the location where the attack occurred." Monroe continued: "Let him take us directly to their tribe's headquarters.
I want to meet the 'Golden Priest' , perhaps only from it can we understand the whole story."
"Is there any risk if we enter the Qimian Clan's stronghold like this?" Hayata asked with some worry.
Mr. Monroe thought for a while and said: "This group of Strange Face Tribes live in the northern part of the Big Ant Mound Wasteland. With the density of resources there, there should not be too many Strange Face Tribes in one tribe.
Furthermore, Most of the Strange Faces will not stay in the stronghold, but will take turns to go out to look for food, so the number of Strange Faces in the stronghold will not exceed twenty or thirty at most."
Gordon nodded. road : "If there are only twenty or thirty strange-faced tribes, it shouldn't be a big problem, but be careful with their blow darts and explosive bombs.
What I'm worried about is whether there may be multiple strange-faced tribes gathering together. , just like the sacrifice of the Strange Face Clan that we encountered back then.
The number of the Strange Face Clan is hard to say. Maybe there will be a King of the Strange Face Clan. ”
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"Don't worry about this. I just made some insinuations. Collecting ore as tribute is the behavior of their tribe, and no other tribe has joined.
There is no king of the Strange Face Tribe in their tribe, but they all obey him. The order of the 'Golden Priest'."
Gordon felt relieved after hearing this.
Orcs in the wild generally don't lie. They have no concept of "deception".
If the situation is as Mr. Monroe said, then this group of strange-faced people should not be able to pose a threat to them in terms of force.
"Pork Chop, loosen the rope a little, don't suffocate it to death." Gordon said to Pork Chop.
"Good cat."
"You and Pandan take turns watching it, just don't let it run away. You have to let it lead the way after dawn."
said After finishing, Gordon looked at Monroe again, "But Mr. Monroe, how can we get it to agree to take us to its tribe?
The orcs generally won't reveal the specific location of the tribe's headquarters at will, right? ”
"Normally it won't be revealed." Monroe said with a smile: "But it has already agreed. In fact, even if it is completely loosened now, it will not run away."
"Huh?" Gordon He glanced at the strange-faced tribe that had calmed down and was looking around curiously.
Why did you suddenly become so friendly?
“Because I told it that we are friends of the Qimian Clan and we will help them.”
How come we are already friends?
Hayata asked in confusion, "Does help mean helping to collect ore? Or something else?"
"I didn't say it clearly, and I didn't really promise anything, so let it be understood by itself." Mr. Monroe stroked his beard and smiled, "This is the cunning art of human language."
Everyone: " ."
Facing the disdainful looks of the young people, the old scholar cleared his throat, "Ahem. Of course, if you can help, you should try your best to help.
As long as you can. If you help them solve some problems, you should be able to truly gain the friendship of this group of strange-faced people." (End of Chapter)