Chapter 446: Collusion
Imar walked out of the house with a serious look on his face, and saw Gunther, the son of the chief of the Blood Ox tribe, waving to him from a distance.
This bastard! Today was an unexpected surprise for him.
He walked away and walked towards him.
Gunther winked and asked him: "What did that old man Eugene say to you?"
"You don't know? That's fine, it's none of your business!" Emaar replied angrily.
"Humph! Forget it, I'm not interested either." Gunther looked indifferent.
“But I have something that interests you.”
He put his hand on Emaar’s shoulder. From a distance, with the height difference between the orc and the dwarf, he looked like a The elders are encouraging the younger ones.
"Get your dirty hands off!" Emar grabbed Gunther's wrist in disgust and threw it away.
"Your temper is as bad as ever." The chief's son rubbed his wrist, "But the kind and generous Lord Gunther still wants to tell you that there is a big deal waiting for us. Do you want to do it together?"
"Big deal?" Emaar raised his ears.
He needs wealth, and today's conversation with the old orc made him more determined to search for more wealth to complete his plan.
Gunther pointed a finger into the distance, and Emaar followed it.
"Human?"
He curled his lips in disgust.
“How did these shriveled guys come here?”
“Oh! Don’t underestimate that human.”
Gunther rubbed his hands excitedly, He looked at the human with a greedy look in his eyes.
“I saw with my own eyes at the banquet that he took out a priceless... priceless... treasure that seemed to be called porcelain, and gave it to my father, and then it was hidden by my father. ”
"Hmm! If it can get into the eyes of Chief Asoye, that thing must be very precious, right?" Imar thought.
"It's more than precious!" Gunther waved his arms exaggeratedly, "The moment that treasure bottle was taken out, all the decorations in our longhouse were eclipsed. I tell you..."
"So what's the deal for you to come to me?" Emar interrupted Gunther's increasingly exaggerated description. In fact, he had already guessed everything.
“Hehe!” Gunther smiled strangely, his fangs sticking out abruptly with his mouth wide open, and stickiness dripping from the corners of his mouth.
“I asked someone to quietly look at the luggage of the human and his companions. There are several boxes and bags, and there should be many treasures like that porcelain inside. What do you think? Do you want to do it together? ! ”
Gunther looked at Emaar with encouraging eyes.
You can't do anything near the Blood Cow Tribe, it would be terrible if his father finds out. Gunther needs to lure the humans somewhere where they won't attract attention.
“Those humans happen to be planning to cross the Rocky Mountains, and are now looking for guides all over the world. What place is less likely to attract the attention of outsiders than the Rocky Mountains? So, I want you to Go..."
Before Gunther finished speaking, Emaar shouted, "Damn it, do you want me to become a traitor to the dwarves, and a bunch of humans, and you? His subordinates were discovered by other tribesmen, am I still alive?”
Gunther said with a mocking look on his face: “Oh, dear Ymael! You always make it sound like you’re not alive?” It seems like you have done this kind of thing, even though we have had many happy cooperations, and every time it is 'Do you want me to become a traitor to the dwarves?' I just appreciate your ability to be shameless. , then I will persuade you again as I did the first time.”
"Their fate has been determined. It is impossible to leak the secrets of the dwarves. Besides, we don't let them really enter Rocky Mountain. We only need to clean them up in the outer area without attracting the attention of the people in the mountains."
He raised his voice, "Now, Emaar, can you give me a happy word, do you want to do it or not? In addition, I want to remind you that even without you, I will find other ways to kill those humans 'forever' Stay here."
The dwarf rolled his eyes, "How many people do they have?"
"Haha!" Gunther laughed happily. He is really a greedy guy who wants to join the gang. He just needs to provoke him a little every time.
"There are about thirty people, and the weapons are nothing more than swords and light crossbows. The key is that no one is wearing heavy armor. When the time comes, I can take care of them with dozens of armored warriors."
"Okay, when it's done, each person will get half of the spoils."
"You get 20%, I get 80%!"
"You get 60%, I get 40%!"
"No. ! It’s just you and me!”
“Damn it, I took a huge risk”
...Stanford sat on a tree stump with a melancholy look on his face, troubled that he couldn't find a guide.
Is it really necessary to brave the Rocky Mountains without a guide?
"Hey, human!"
He heard a greeting and raised his head to look around.
A plump dwarf was walking towards him. He was a little shorter than the other dwarves, and his waist was thicker. The more striking feature was his beard, which was carefully styled into small braids. .
Huh? Seems like I've seen it somewhere.
"Huh? Are you calling me?"
"Nonsense, is there a second human around here?"
The dwarf strode up to him stop.
"I heard that you are looking for a guide to enter the Rocky Mountains?"
"Yes, it's just that I've been through your camps, and no dwarf is willing to help us."
"Humph! Then It’s because you haven’t asked about me, Uncle Yimar! Haven’t you searched all over our camp? It’s not a big place.”
“Uh...”
< br>Stanford remembered that the man in front of him was the angry dwarf who rushed out of the tent at the beginning.
I don’t want to get into trouble!
With a smile on his face, he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Emaar, I was negligent in not finding you. So, you are willing to help us."
Imaar He grabbed Stanford by the hem of his clothes and dragged him to a remote corner.
"What do you call me?"
"You may call me Stamford of Arda."
"Alas! Who told others to call me 'warm-hearted Emaar'! I will reluctantly make a trip, but you must swear not to reveal it to outsiders."
Stanford closed his eyes, Raise your right hand and extend your index and middle fingers together.
"Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Light and Paul Gleiman, I swear not to reveal to outsiders that Mr. Emaar is our guide."
"These are all What the hell?”
“My God and my lord”
"Okay!"
The dwarf lowered his voice, stretched out his hand in front of Stanford, and rubbed his thumb and index finger continuously.
"Well...although I helped you out of enthusiasm, I also ran the risk of being discovered by the tribe, so...you understand?"
Stanford smiled knowingly, "I understand! Please follow me!"
……
"Hmm... not bad."
Looking at the vessel in front of him that was as white as milk and decorated with exquisite patterns, Emaar nodded.
These things should be sold at a good price to those orcs who are so stupid that they can even regard crystals as treasures.
Wait... maybe after I take back the position of clan leader, I will need a special set of tableware to show my unique status?
There may be more of these humans. ah! I should have taken more of it, the thought of that idiot Gunther taking most of it makes me super unhappy.
Stanford didn't know what the dwarf was thinking, so he said flatteringly: "In addition to this set of utensils, when we get to the other side of the mountain, there will be a bag of silver coins."
"Okay!" Imma Er slapped his palm and said, "You guys wait here for a few more days. When my people want to go back, I will first find a reason not to go back with them, and then I will set off quietly with you."
"Thank you. Your generous help.”
Stanford showed a grateful expression and held the dwarf’s rough, frost-like hand.
(End of this chapter)