Chapter 352: Caveman's appearance, two dungeons, reward
After walking for another half a day, Moriarty followed the cavemen through a complex and steep jungle of rock bamboo shoots, and finally entered a super cave with flat and wide terrain, which was like another small plain.
Looking from a distance, I saw many cavemen working hard and busy on the plains.
The object of their farming is the most basic and important food crop in the underground world - "wheat clothes".
Unlike wheat or oats on the ground, wheat does not bear ears, but is shaped like a root of slender moss, growing on the ground and requiring almost no light. As for the starchy fruits of wheat, it grows on
The strips of wheat silk looked like pearl necklaces.
According to Pokes, if properly taken care of, wheat fields can achieve one crop per season, and the yield per mu is mostly more than 500 kilograms. When hearing such a high yield, Moriarty couldn't help but be stunned. You know, even if
It is the most fertile black soil farmland in the west of Erathia. It can only produce two crops a year, and the yield per mu does not exceed 300 kilograms. Not to mention that the geography and climate of Krulod and Brakada are not ideal.
"Barren areas" and "half a ton per acre" are simply the stuff of fantasy.
In this way, it is no wonder that cavemen are called "Negon farmers". With their superb technology in growing wheat and the high yield of wheat itself, cavemen can indeed feed most of the indigenous people in the underground world. Unfortunately,
The cavemen have always been unable to use force, so no matter how much food they grow, it will most likely be collected by other powerful tribes as "protection fees."
After crossing the large wheat fields and going further, there is a towering hill standing in the center of the cave, like a natural fortress guarding the entire plain.
Even from a long distance, Moriarty could see a gray-black smoke column rising from the top of the hill, accompanied by the faint light of fire. It was extremely eye-catching in the dim underground world.
Come to think of it, this is the so-called "melting pot".
Moriarty looked at the hills, thoughtfully.
When they saw the small caravan led by Bokosi returning, the cavemen in the fields immediately cheered and gathered around in twos and threes. However, after seeing a strange stranger in the team, the generally timid cavemen stopped.
, just stopped and watched from a distance.
"Master, please wait a moment. I will go and make a briefing first. And ask the Tartar elders to come and greet you personally." In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Bokos asked the team to stay on the outskirts of the small plain and said to Moriarty at the same time.
"That's fine." Moriarty nodded.
So, Pokos quickly ran towards the caveman village scattered in a circle under the hill. Not long after, the cave hunter hurried back. And behind him was an elder caveman. He was old and had one arm.
, holding a black fern spear. It seemed that he was already in his old age, but his movements were extremely agile, and he followed the galloping Bo Kesi all the way effortlessly.
Level 8 cave hunter?
Even before the old caveman approached, Moriarty had already keenly realized that the opponent was actually a powerful peak mid-level combat professional. However, due to old age and disability, the actual combat power of this old caveman was already great.
At a discount, it should be equivalent to an ordinary sixth-level warrior. No wonder he can become the leader of a medium-sized caveman tribe.
"Elder Tartar, excuse me, I'm a lost traveler. I hope I can have a rest in your tribe." Moriarty didn't wait for the old caveman to approach, and took the initiative to greet him, smiling.
"Hello, respected master, thank you for saving my child from the fangs of the wolf salamander. It is our great honor for you to come to the 'Greyback Tribe'." Apparently, Elder Tartar has also passed away from Poco.
Si Chu understood the general situation and who Moriarty was, so he smiled and was extremely polite.
Then, the guests and hosts exchanged polite greetings, and the caveman old man accompanied the guests to the direction of the tribe, and at the same time ordered the people to prepare for the welcome banquet. In this regard, Bokosi's reaction was the most positive, and he took the lead.
I rushed back to make arrangements.
Different from the various buildings on the ground, cave dwellers' houses are uniformly semicircular in shape, roughly like an upside-down bowl. Except for a small entrance, there are no other doors or windows.
Or external passages such as chimneys. It is said that this kind of building form is not only simple and easy to build, but also can minimize loopholes and effectively defend against foreign enemies. Therefore, it is one of the ethnic traditions of cavemen that have not been easy for thousands of years.
However, for Moriarty, the caveman's house was too low, and because of poor ventilation, the smell inside was very unpleasant, so he was not interested in squeezing in as a guest.
"I'm so sorry, Master Moriarty, our house is too small and unbearable, so we can only entertain you in the open air." The old caveman also said so sorry.
"It's nothing, I'm the one disturbing you." Moriarty waved his hand and smiled.
Then, the guest and the host sat down on the straw mat that had just been placed in an open space. The mat was made of wheat shreds after peeling off the fruits of wheat clothing. It looked simple, but it was soft and warm when you sat on it, like a caveman.
The unique earthy flavor.
"Master, please try the moss wine we brewed. It quenches thirst, tastes good, and relieves fatigue. The adults in the city like it." Although the cavemen are timid by nature, they are very hospitable. Because of the inconvenience of their hands and feet, Tatar
The elder of the pagoda ordered Bo Kesi to hold the lamp for the guests.
Picking up the heavy wine glass made of pig iron, I saw that the wine slurry in it was slightly green and looked very turbid. But when I took a sip, I could smell a sweet aroma with a little cool taste, which made me
When a person smells it, his mouth will be filled with saliva.
Mo used a first-level "appraisal technique" to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the wine, and Moriarty raised his glass and drank it full.
As soon as the liquor enters the mouth, one tastes a slight spiciness, like mint coating the tongue. But then, the spiciness fades away, and the fragrance comes back, like a cloud of smoke slowly surrounding the mouth. Then, the fragrance becomes stronger, and the fragrance of the wine becomes stronger.
The more it accumulates, the more mellow it becomes, revealing the sweetness of food and reaching straight to the heart.
“What a great wine!”
The wine fell down his throat, Moriarty exhaled the smell of alcohol, and his intuition and spirit felt great.
"Haha, if you like it, master, please drink some more." Immediately, Bocos, who was standing by, refilled the guest's glass of wine.
"Master Moriarty, let's try this wheat rice again. It looks ordinary, but it is fried with newly beaten wheat shells and added with mushrooms. It tastes really good."
After several exchanges, the caveman who was waiting on the side brought another large pot of fried wheat rice. One of the rice grains was as big as a bead, and the whole body was white and smooth. It was actually fried with whole grains of wheat.
.And there are pieces of black toppings mixed in between the rice grains, which look like meat but not meat, like vegetables but not vegetables, but they have a strange fragrance.
Moriarty scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth. Although the rice grains were large, they were very soft and glutinous. The black mushrooms melted in the mouth, with the fragrance of meat, and were fat but not greasy. They had eaten them for many days.
Moriarty, who was eating dry food, couldn't help but move his spoon and ate until he was full. When he saw that the other party was eating deliciously, the old caveman couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
Later, after Moriarty finished eating, Pocos graciously served him another glass of moss wine to help him digest his food.
"Elder Tarta, thank you for your hospitality. This wheat rice and moss wine are both rare delicacies."
"Haha, master, as long as you like it." The old caveman also had a smile on his face.
"Elder, I just heard you say that even the 'adults in the city' like this moss wine. I wonder which city it is from and which adults like it?" Moriarty suddenly asked as he took another sip of green wine.
"This..." Unexpectedly, the other party would suddenly ask this question, and Tarta couldn't help but be stunned.
"It's the ones from the 'Fallen Stars'..."
However, at this moment, Bokosi, who had been standing aside, opened his mouth to answer. Immediately, Tarta glared at him hard, and Bokosi immediately fell silent.
"Oh? Is there anything you can't say?" Seeing this, Moriarty chuckled, but his expression turned solemn.
"It's not inconvenient." The elder of Tartar Tower was old and mature. Naturally, he saw that the other party seemed to think that he was hiding something, so he smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay to tell the master. In fact, our 'Grey Back Tribe' is affiliated with
A vassal of the underground city "Fallen Stars". Every year, they have to pay tribute to the elves in the underground city such as wheat clothes, moss wine, etc., and sometimes they have to work for the adults, so as to gain some peace.
"
As he said that, the old caveman sighed softly, seeming to think of the heavy corvee and taxes that were weighing on his back.
"'Fallen Star'? Is this the largest underground city nearby?" Moriarty's eyes brightened and he asked again.
"It's not the biggest. There's another dungeon, 'Dark Neon Color', which is about the same size, but it's split half between 'Big Eyes' and Lord Elf. It's very chaotic. It's not as unified as 'Fallen Stars', and the army is also powerful.
." Now that the words have been spoken, Tarta no longer hides anything, and just says everything.
"So that's it, there is actually an underground city."
Moriarty nodded, and it seemed that he had one more choice. As for the chaos that the caveman old man mentioned, haha, it can also be regarded as more opportunities, at least it can take advantage of more loopholes than the dominant "Fallen Star". As for the confusion
Moriarty is not afraid of the dangers that chaos may bring. In the abyss world, the strong is respected. As long as your fist is big enough, you can get everything you want. This is Nigon's rule.
"If I want to go to 'Dark Neon', how should I go?" Moriarty thought for a moment and asked directly.
"This is not easy." Tarta immediately shook his head.
"Why?"
"The road to 'Dark Neon Color' is very difficult. You have to go through a maze of caves and tunnels. It is impossible to get through without someone who is familiar with the geography. Moreover, you will encounter some abyssal beasts, monsters, and even monsters from the underground on the way.
The wandering warriors who come out of the city will kill people at will." The old caveman seemed to be very afraid of this chaotic underground city and quickly advised him.
"Is there really nothing you can do? Maybe there is someone in your tribe who knows the way, and I can pay a high price to hire him as my guide."
With that said, Moriarty took out a "+1 sharp" dagger and placed it in front of Tartar. Such magic equipment is also a rare good thing in the underground world, so it is naturally a high-priced item.
When he saw the dagger, Pokosi's eyes immediately lit up. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
ps: Sorry, yesterday's chapter should have been "351", but it was written as 350. Please note.
