Chapter 353: Harmony, Co-prosperity, Good Neighbor
"Master Moriarty, I..."
He was really fascinated by the magic props, and Pokes almost blurted out.
"Shut up!"
However, the elder of Tartar on the other side immediately shouted, completely interrupting the fifth-level cave hunter's words. Seeing the tribal leader's angry look, Bokos finally did not dare to say anything more, and then he looked at Tartar.
Go back and drive away.
"Elder, do you have some scruples? Or are you hiding something that is hard to tell?"
After Bocos walked away, Tartar personally poured a glass of wine for Moriarty with one arm as an apology. Seeing this, Moriarty couldn't force him, so he could only ask politely.
"To be honest, a few young men and I know the way to 'Dark Neon Color', but we just don't dare to go." The old caveman was embarrassed.
"Why? Are you worried about danger?"
"Danger is on the one hand. As I just said, 'Dark Neon' is really a chaotic place. I went there secretly when I was young and almost didn't come back. And my arm was lost there.
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Speaking of this, Tartar couldn't help but sigh again. No wonder it had a psychological shadow on "Dark Neon Color". It turned out that it was the sad place of the old caveman, and he couldn't bear to look back.
"Besides the danger, what's more important is that the elves of the 'Fallen Stars' have already issued strict orders, prohibiting vassal tribes like us from contacting the 'Dark Neon Colors'. Otherwise, once discovered, we will be punished as collaborating with the enemy and the entire tribe will be razed immediately.
, severely punished.”
"So that's it."
It seems that the real grudge of the old caveman lies in the death threat from the dark elves. Therefore, he does not dare to go too far.
“Since ‘Fallen Stars’ has such an important order, I can’t force it.” Moriarty nodded.
"Thank you, Master, for your understanding."
Seeing that the other party was so reasonable, Tarta was immediately overjoyed. According to the conventions of the underground world, if the request of the strong is rejected by the weak, it means a slap in the face in public, and then the war will naturally begin. But he did not expect Moriarty to be like this.
"Let it go gently", the old caveman couldn't help but feel relieved.
"So, besides your tribe, who else knows the way?" However, Moriarty did not give up and asked again.
"Well, there is more, but..."
"Just what?" Moriarty immediately asked when Tartar finally relaxed a little.
"It's just that you may not be able to invite me, Master." The old caveman said strangely.
"Oh. Who is it?"
Moriarty raised his sword eyebrows, but he didn't care about the other party's "questioning". Anyway, there are two types of persuasion: "literary persuasion" and "military persuasion", and he was confident that he was good at both.
"It's those 'cow heads' on the 'Furnace Hill'." Tartar glanced at the other party again, and finally turned around and pointed to the hill behind him.
"You mean there's a Minotaur on this mountain?"
Moriarty also looked at the hills and the billowing gray smoke, and his heart moved. The Minotaur was the Minotaur, one of the powerful races in the underground world.
"Yes." Tartar nodded: "This 'furnace hill' is actually an exposed fire crater. Two hundred years ago, a 'cow head' migrated here from elsewhere and 'occupied' it."
When he mentioned the word "Zhan", the old cave man couldn't help but sigh slightly. It seems that Tao's so-called "Zhan" was not so civilized at that time. It was mostly received from the "Greyback Tribe" with half-friendly and half-force.
However, in the abyss world, the outcrop of earthly fire lava is a valuable asset. It can be used as a source of heat, lighting, and warmth. It is also a natural metal smelting site and raw material collection place. It is a precious resource at a strategic level. Therefore,
, I think if it hadn't been for that tauren group, this "furnace hill" wouldn't have been able to stay in the hands of the cavemen for a long time.
"But it's not bad. With the 'Niutou' living on the mountain, some abyssal beasts and thieves don't dare to come here to run wild. Moreover, every once in a while, we exchange grain for some iron tools from the 'Niutou' and bring them out
You can make a lot of money by reselling it." As if he was worried that his previous complaints might be known to the tauren, Tarta quickly said a load of "good words" to the other party.
"That's right." Moriarty nodded.
Obviously, although the foreign Tao initially snatched the "Furnace Hill" from the cavemen, it was also the work of bandits, but later it gradually developed into a "mutual care and harmony" between the cavemen and the tauren.
"Development" is a co-prosperity situation. Generally speaking, the tauren take care of the situation and ensure the stability of the local situation, while the cavemen turn in some rations, exchange for some of the groceries that have been eliminated by others, and transport them out to sell for a small amount of money. It is a happy life.
Hello, I'm good.
"So, is this Minotaur also a vassal of the 'Fallen Stars'?"
"No! The relationship between 'Nutou' and the elves has never been good. It's just because those big guys can really fight, so the elves just turn a blind eye to them, as long as they don't cause trouble."
As he said that, Tarta tsked again, probably because he was very envious of the "preferential self-governance treatment" enjoyed by the tauren. But if the weak cavemen wanted to do the same, they would definitely be beaten to death by the dark elves on the spot.
"They are not vassals of the 'Fallen Stars'. Well, they can act independently." Moriarty smiled slightly: "As long as these Minotaurs know the way to the 'Dark Neon', I can hire them."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple." The old caveman shook his head unoptimistically.
"how to say?"
"'Niutou' are generally very xenophobic and do not trust outsiders."
"It doesn't matter, let's talk about it first and then take a look." Moriarty was still confident: "It's just that I would like to ask you, elder, for a recommendation."
"This...okay."
Seeing that the other party was so insistent, Tarta had no choice but to agree. Anyway, whether it succeeded or not had nothing to do with it, as long as it came forward to take the person there.
"Well, that's up to you. I hope the sooner the better." With that said, Moriarty stood up.
"Okay." Seeing that the other party was so impatient, the old caveman had no choice but to stand up, and then pointed at the "+1 sharp" dagger still in front of him: "This..."
"Haha, thanks for your warm hospitality and help, please accept this little thing." Moriarty glanced at the magic props and immediately smiled cheerfully.
"This... thank you so much, Master!"
I didn't expect that the other party was so generous. He gave away magic equipment as soon as he asked. He was really wealthy. Coupled with Moriarty's powerful strength, Tartar was already convinced by this outsider whom he had just met.
After removing the food and wine, and cleaning up his appearance with the water sent by the caveman, Moriarty, accompanied by the old caveman, headed up to the "Furnace Hill".
Generally speaking, this hill in the center of the plain is not very majestic, only more than a hundred meters high, but it is more steep and rocky. Except for the only trail that leads up and down, the rest of the mountain is
There are almost ten-degree rocky slopes on the surface. Ordinary people are unable to climb up. It can be said that it is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
It is conceivable that a powerful Minotaur tribe is stationed on such a hill with dangerous terrain. It is truly one man in charge and invincible. Even the powerful "Fallen Stars" want to send troops to encircle and suppress them.
, I am afraid that I have to pay a heavy price to attack it. That is why the tauren are allowed to live freely here as they are now, but the dark elves deliberately ignore it, as long as the other party "rebels" without knowing it.
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Although the 100-meter hill road is dangerous, it is not long after all. Under the leadership of Tarta, we soon reached the halfway point of the mountain.
At this time, a burly tauren, almost three meters tall, suddenly jumped down from a higher platform and hit the caveman old man and Moriarty like a meteorite.
"Stop!" The tauren's voice was very loud, with a thick "buzzing" sound that made people feel their cochlea heavy.
"Ah, it's d'Artagnan." Seeing the other party coming from the sky, Tarta was not surprised, but immediately stepped forward to say hello.
"Elder Tartar, what's the matter with coming up the mountain? Also, who is this guy?"
Although the tauren in front of me looks very young and is only a sixth-level totem fighter in terms of strength, which is worse than the old caveman, there is no respect for the old caveman in his demeanor and tone, which can be said to be casual.
And not very polite. Of course, this is caused on the one hand by the Minotaur's naturally rough temperament, and on the other hand by the Tauren's natural contempt for the timid and weak cavemen. Even if the other party is a tribal leader,
Even though the opponent's strength was not bad, out of some habitual thinking, the bull-headed young man still regarded the caveman old man as a weakling.
"That's right, this Master Moriarty saved Pokos's caravan from the siege of the wolf salamander group, and is now a guest in our 'Greyback Tribe'. Because the master wants to go to 'Dark Neon Color', I hope he can
I found a guide to lead me. I recommended him to come to Furnace Hill and ask."
However, the Tartar elders didn't seem to care about the tauren's impoliteness. It could be said that they had long been used to it, so they introduced him directly.
"Master? If you can fight off a few wolves, you dare to call yourself a master?"
D'Artagnan didn't seem to pay attention to what the old caveman was saying behind him, but when he saw that the strange-looking stranger opposite him was respected by the caveman leader and seemed to be able to fight, he showed an eager look and immediately stepped over to
In front of Moriarty, he pointed the thick battle ax in his hand and shouted.
"I am not a master, I am just a lost traveler. I hope to hire a guide from your tribe to take me to the 'Dark Neon Color'. Of course, I will pay a full remuneration for this."
With a bronze battle ax big enough to be used as a shield pointed at his nose, Moriarty smiled nonchalantly and said slowly.
"Humph, a full remuneration? What a big statement!"
Compared with the dark elves who are accustomed to luxurious material enjoyment, the Minotaur's racial attitude advocates simplicity and nature, and quite despises treacherous businessmen or those who show off their wealth.
So when he heard that Moriarty wanted to spend money to hire people, the Minotaur was already unhappy, and immediately yelled: "I don't care what you are doing here. If you want to go up the mountain, you must fight with me, otherwise where will you come from?"
Just go back there!"
"Oh? How do you want to fight?"
Moriarty looked at the young minotaur named D'Artagnan in front of him and smiled again. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
