Chapter 447 Robbery
After negotiating the reward with the dwarf named Emaar, Stanford felt a little relieved. After all, if a stranger suddenly wants to help you for no reason and takes certain risks, it will make people feel malicious. But if he has certain interests, it will make people feel at ease.
Stanford returned to the camp and announced the good news of finding the guide, which caused a burst of cheers from the team members. Seeing this situation, Stanford immediately warned them not to leak the news.
Then, he ordered to check the equipment, polish the swords and gun chambers, dry the gunpowder, check the fuses of grenades, prepare ignition materials, and strive to be foolproof.
Necessary vigilance is still needed.
During this period, the orc caravan led by Eugene left. Stanford bid farewell to Finn, who was already considered a friend, and gave him a porcelain bowl. The young orc was overjoyed and strongly invited Stanford to visit him in the grassland if he had a chance.
Finally, after five days, the members of the expedition team received news from the dwarf Emaar amid excitement and nervousness - they set off the next morning.
At the appointed time, Stanford led thirty team members, led their ten reindeer, and set foot on the road south, loaded with supplies exchanged in the Blood Bull tribe.
It is said to be a road, but it is actually a narrow forest belt with a low density of trees. They walked hard through the snow and thick gray dead grass.
"Please be vigilant! There may be beasts coming out here at any time. If someone turns into a pile of smelly feces, I don't want to go looking for him again."
Stanford was afraid that the past few days of training in the Blood Bull tribe would make the team members lazy, so he reminded them every once in a while.
As the team moved forward, the woods began to become more and more dense. Stanford took a look at the compass from time to time to make sure he was walking straight south.
Three pine trees, one tall and two short, appeared in front of them. The pine tree in the middle grew very luxuriantly, and its dense pine needles formed several independent umbrella-shaped crowns. The pine trees on the left and right It looks very low against the tall pine tree in the middle. There is a large piece of flat land around the three pine trees, which is very conspicuous in this area with a high density of trees.
“We are here, let’s rest here for a while.”
As the captain, he does not need to explain that there is no one in this team that has experienced adventures on land for a long time. They were running around, and those who went to relieve themselves also went together with three or four people.
Stanford walked around the pine tree and looked around, but found nothing unusual.
Everyone waited for more than an hour, but still had not waited for the guide to arrive.
Vice Captain Matthew found Stanford: "Isn't that dwarf lying to us?"
Before Stanford could answer, he heard a noise coming from the bushes to the west.
The vegetation in that direction is very dense, even in such a cold winter and spring. The slender gray branches of a large number of shrubs intertwine, making it difficult to see what is going on in the distance.
"Attention!" Matthew shouted.
Ten crossbows were pointed in that direction, and everyone else also held their weapons.
After a while, the dense shrub branches were separated by a pair of hands with stubby fingers extending from them, and then a round head poked out.
"It's me! It's me! I am your guide Ymaar."
The dwarf Ymaar shouted at the top of his lungs, "What the hell! Who can show kindness and come over?" Me.”
"It's our guide here!" Stanford made a disarming gesture to everyone.
He ran forward, held the opponent's wrist, and pulled out Emaar who was stuck in the bushes.
The dwarf rubbed his aching arm, "Oh, my arm! It's almost dislocated. I've suffered a lot in order to avoid being seen and heard. You have to pay more."
< br>Stanford shook his head, "Dude, maybe dwarves have a different concept of time than us? This is more than an hour late." "Let your time go to hell? You are actually talking to someone who has only used the sun and Hourglass dwarves talk about time in what you call hours? This is so unrealistic."
He stared eagerly at the pocket watch on Stanford's chest and stretched out his stubby index finger towards it, "If you can give me this timer when you get there, maybe you can have one or two silver coins left in your bag. "
When they agreed to meet at the time, Stanford showed him the pocket watch. His dwarf bloodline made him very curious about this thing. On a glass-covered plane, even scales formed a circle, and three coaxial hands rotated at varying speeds along the circle. This attracted him even more than porcelain.
Imael knew that there is a profession among humans called magicians, who specialize in some weird machines. Although the things they make are often neither practical nor durable, the timer in front of them is obviously not like this. List.
"I will consider it!" Stanford hid the pocket watch in his arms.
This move made the dwarf curse him - hum, it will fall into my hands in the end anyway.
"Then, as agreed, please bring us... Hey! I said, man, you are dressed a bit tightly today."
Stanford was surprised by the dwarf's dress.
Imar was wearing a pair of chain armor that covered him tightly, a helmet decorated with the horns of an unknown animal, and a mace on his back. His whole body was illuminated by the sun. Shining with metallic luster.
"What a fuss!" the dwarf said angrily: "I don't want the beasts here to treat me as a snack."
He waved his hand, "Hurry up and get on the road, in order to avoid My people, I'm going to take you on some lonely 'roads' that will take you a little longer than the normal way."
Stanford then ordered the team to set off again, marching southward closely behind the dwarves.
......
"I said, why haven't I seen dwarves south of the Rocky Mountains?"
On the way, Stanford and Emaar had a ride. chatting.
“Human, you are my employer. I don’t want to say too harsh words in front of you, but the old people have repeatedly warned us that it is better not to have too much contact with humans. This has been done by various clans since ancient times. ”
"Uh... This is completely prejudice. Then why can you do business with orcs?"
"Their minds are relatively simple, and they don't have too many twists and turns in their hearts. It's not easy to exchange things with them. As for the loss. And they are not interested in our mountains, and they will not always want to know the secrets of entering the mountains."
Stanford frowned, "But as far as I know, in the eastern section of the Rocky Mountains. Small groups of orcs often come to plunder human villages. The bottom of the Nairodan Valley is heavily guarded. They obviously come down from the Rocky Mountains. Isn't that also the territory of your dwarves? "
"What orcs? I don't know." Yimar shook his head, "The eastern mountain range is too far away from our Hammer clan."
Stanford was still thinking about asking again, but suddenly he heard a burst of sound in the distance behind him. Abnormal movement.
He immediately looked back and saw a large number of birds flying in the dense forest in the north.
"Attention, everyone! There may be some large animal looking for food."
Imar touched the handle of the mace and said thoughtfully.
(End of this chapter)