Chapter 440 Orc Caravan 2


Chapter 440 Orc Caravan 2

After talking with the orc named Finn in Stanford, the original solemn atmosphere relaxed.

The members of the exploration team no longer aimed their weapons at each other, and the orc caravan also drove its livestock to the vicinity of the cave.

The drivers drove the wooden stakes into the ground and tied the animals they were responsible for. They just patted the camels and horses with their hands, and the animals lay down on the grass obediently, and then Their owners took out blankets and covered them.

The two teams of humans and orcs entered the cave on guard against each other.

The members of the exploration team returned to their original sitting places, which were generally near the entrance of the cave and had been warmed by the fire that had been raised previously.

The orcs later occupied an area deep in the cave and also lit a fire.

"How did you get here? It's rare to see humans from the south here."

The orcs took the initiative to come over and threw a skin bag to Stanford.

Stanford pulled out the stopper, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

The two of them started talking.

“We came from the sea by boat, and we want to buy furs to bring back to the south for sale.”

Stanford said briefly, without mentioning too much about his true identity. Task.

"Oh! Fur, this is a good thing. I know that you human ladies like it very much. It is one of the few things here that you humans can pay for."

Finn's voice was as rough as any orc's, but his eyes sparkled, "But this is the first time I've seen someone coming from the sea."

Stanford explained: "Our place... uh... is very remote. Maritime trade has only emerged in recent years, but most of them sail to the rich south. I am a maverick and think about it. Go north and see what adventures you can find. I learned that many people get their furs from the north of the Rocky Mountains - the big mountain in the south, I don't know what you call it. They go east along the mountains and then go around to the north, so after I have a suitable ship, I want to try to go west to your orc territory, oh, I am from the northwest coastal area of ​​​​Aldo."

Finn nodded: "I heard it from your accent. I have been in contact with other northwest people. The caravan I was in also walked east along the mountains, and then turned south to trade with humans. By the way. Brother, you said you came by sea, so where is your boat? Why did I meet you here? It’s not close to the sea.”

Stanford shrugged, looking helpless. Said: "We hit the rocks and sank. We had to go overland."

Finn patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Please accept my sympathy for your unfortunate experience."

He thought that the human being in front of him would definitely not make any money, and would probably have to lose a lot of money.

"So, are you going back to the south?"

"Yes, I plan to lead my team members directly over the Rocky Mountains. After all, our hometown is northwest of Aldo. If we bypass the Rocky Mountains, The Base Mountains are too far away.”

“Crossing that mountain? Oh my God.”

The orc looked in disbelief after hearing what Stanford said.

“Do you know why our caravans traveling between two places choose to go around the Rocky Mountains you call them instead of going over them?”

"Why? It's just that the mountain road is rugged and the terrain is steep, making it difficult to walk, right?"

In fact, Stanford also had some doubts in his heart. No matter how complicated the terrain is, hasn't a path been opened up in such a long history? Is there a road that can be taken? It seems that there is only a section east of the Rocky Mountains. Occasionally, small groups of orcs will cross the mountains and come to the territory of Aldo. Historically, the large-scale invasion of Aldo by the orcs has always been to forcibly break through the territory located in the northeast of the kingdom. They came in from the inner Rodan Corridor, but there has never been any record of orcs coming over the mountains in the northwest bay.

The orc explained: "This is partly due to the fact that it is the territory of the dwarves. These stubborn guys hate any intelligent creature outside their own group."

" "Dwarf? Do you mean a dwarf?" Stanford asked, rubbing his head, and an image of a short but muscular man with a beard appeared in his mind. In the northwest bay, this kind of creature only exists in legends. middle.

The orc nodded and said: "Yes, it's the dwarf. Human, I have to warn you, that's a guy you can't mess with."

Stanford felt a little funny after hearing this. Comparable to you orcs?

There was no expression on his face, "What do you say?"

The orc in front of him said solemnly: "The Rocky Mountains are tightly controlled by the dwarves. As long as other races enter, they will Lost in it, only a lucky few can escape by mistake."

"How do they do it?"

"I don't know the specifics. It is rumored that this group can use a kind of magical magic."

"Magic?" Stanford was very surprised.

The orc said: "But I prefer that the dwarves deliberately made the terrain in the mountains very complicated. You must know that this race is rumored to be very good at digging mountains and digging holes."

“Such a big mountain range is not a simple project.”

“Brother, you have to know that these guys have been entrenched in the Rocky Mountains for thousands of years, and there are places where you can walk in the mountains. There aren’t many in the first place, they just need to select the key places to make changes.”

"That's true, but how do you know so much - at least compared to us, dwarves are almost legendary creatures over there. I just heard a very old grandfather in the village say it when I was young. He saw a dwarf once when he was a child, and he has never heard any trace of the dwarf since."

The orc shook his head: "It seems that they are not willing to deal with you, dwarf. They occasionally go to the edge to exchange some things with us, like furs and so on. Oh, the things they make are really good, to be fair, they are much more exquisite than those of you humans, but they don’t come out to trade often."

This is difficult to handle!

Stanford fell silent. If what the orc in front of him said was true, what would his team do?

If it is just that the roads are complicated and easy to get lost, maybe the orcs are exaggerating and deliberately scaring them. There are also talents in their own team who are proficient in pathfinding.

But if the dwarves in the mountains were hostile to foreigners, would they intercept their way, capture them as slaves, or kill them directly?

Seeing that Stanford was thinking about things, the orc named Finn continued to chat for a few words before returning to his team.

"Finn!" An older orc with gray hair called out his name.

"You talk too much for a group of strangers."

Finn grinned widely, his fangs standing out, "You know what? These humans They came from the heavy sea, they are a group of warriors!”

"At sea?" Several nearby orcs, including the elders, showed shocked expressions.

"That must be an extremely difficult and dangerous journey." The older orc murmured.

"Yes." Finn sighed with emotion, "For us, the sea and the mountain range to the south are no-go zones."

"That mountain range will soon be no longer a no-go zone. !”

The old man stared at the fire, with a faint light in his eyes.

The heavy snow outside continued to fall, and gradually at night, two groups of tourists with different thoughts, after each assigned people to keep watch, most of them fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)

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