The second pass is neither a city nor a fort, it is just an underground mountain range that stretches for tens of miles. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, you can only see a rugged mountain and a difficult road. But the problem is that it is just that the mountain road is difficult to walk. Dali
The tall tauren shouldn't be afraid. It's amazing that he can turn over two large carts.
However, to everyone's surprise, when they arrived at the entrance to the mountain range, Zhu Luobu stopped the entire team, never taking a step into the seemingly ordinary foothills, but waiting silently on the spot.
"Lord Julob, do you have any questions?" The other tribesmen did not dare to ask, so Moriarty stepped forward and asked.
"Master, you are an outsider and don't know the 'terrible' nature of this mountain range." Looking down at the human mage, the old tauren pondered for a moment, and finally whispered: "This was once the residence of the famous hero 'Lolerei'
.”
"Baole Lei...is that the witch hero of the harpy tribe?" Moriarty was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but whisper.
"Yes, it is her territory." Zhu Luobu nodded.
Speaking of the harpies, they are also one of the indigenous races in the underground world. Legend has it that they evolved from a feather tribe that was expelled from the surface world to the underground thousands of years ago. Compared with the dark elves, beholders and tauren, the eagles
The Shen clan is not a strong clan, and its military force is not strong. There have not been many well-known extreme powerhouses in the past. Only this Lole Lei is the only heroic figure in the Harpy clan for thousands of years. In the end of the ice,
He was also a well-known hero in his past, so Moriarty also heard about it. But he didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary or even barren mountains in front of him turned out to be the "hometown" of this strong man.
"Harpies are a rare flying race in Negon. Although they can't fight many, they are rich in witches. They are good at some black witchcraft and are not easy to mess with." Looking at the direction of the mountains, the old tauren continued.
: "And Lorelei is the most powerful harpy witch in history. It is said that her illusion skills are so terrifying that it is difficult to tell the truth. She once trapped three Yakuza with one enemy and three on the spot, causing them to kill each other.
.So when she was in power, the Harpy Tribe became very arrogant for a while.”
"Now?" Moriarty looked at Julob's expression. Feeling that it seemed to be waiting for something, Moriarty continued following it.
"Now? Haha, let's go down naturally. I heard that the Eagle only occupies two underground cities in the entire Nigon. It's very pitiful." The old tauren shook his head again with a sneer on his face. It seems that when Basilei was in power.
The tauren seem to have suffered quite a lot from each other, so much so that even now the younger generations are still a little bit resentful about it.
"It's just that in this mountain range, Lorelei's power is still there. If you rush in rashly, you will easily be trapped and die, and you will never be able to get out."
Finally, Juluobu gave the reason for stopping the team. And if what he said is true, it seems that there must be a magic circle or facility arranged by the harpy hero in this mountain range. Otherwise, purely relying on the hero's remaining power,
It will never be able to survive the ruthless time of five hundred years, and I'm afraid it will all dissipate long ago.
"Then let's..."
Just as Moriarty was about to speak, suddenly, a harsh roar came from the distant sky, like a crow's roar.
"coming!"
But when he heard the sound, the old tauren was shaken and looked anxiously towards the sky. Moriarty and the other tauren also turned to look over. Sure enough, three small dots had appeared in the dark sky.
A moment later, the dots turned into three flying figures, approaching the tauren team at the foot of the mountain pass quickly and nimbly.
After a moment, the figures came to the top of the team. They circled again and then landed together. They were three female harpies.
Similar to what is recorded in magic books, the harpy does indeed have a human head and a bird's body, with ten fingers and clawed feet, and its appearance is not much in line with human aesthetics. However, the three harpies in front of Moriarty at this moment are the ones in the middle.
One is an old woman with white hair, with a hateful face and sparse feathers; and beside her are a pair of beautiful sisters whose appearance is almost indistinguishable, and they have a full chest and waist.
Delicate; if not for the pair of sharp eagle claws underneath, they would be considered a pair of beauties, and they must have many admirers.
But in addition to their appearance, Moriarty was more concerned about the dark and strange alien energy floating around these three eagles.
"It seems they are all harpies. One high-level and two mid-level. They should be pretty strong." Through the brim of his cloak, Moriarty secretly observed the three people who suddenly arrived.
"It turns out it's you, Elder Julob. We haven't seen each other for another ten years."
Not paying attention to the other tauren in the team, the old harpy woman landed directly in front of the Torch Prophet and said with a smile. Her voice was extremely hoarse, like a rag rubbing sand.
"Yes, Lord Luolis, long time no see." It can be seen that the old tauren is quite afraid of the old harpy woman opposite him. Although his words are polite, his aura is deep, as if he is facing a strong enemy.
"Haha, I counted the days and you are almost here, and sure enough, I met you today." The old harpy woman smiled ugly again, then turned to look at the tauren and the two carts aside: "We are going to the Dark
Nicai’s birthday wishes to Mr. Cleveland?”
"yes."
When the other party directly revealed the purpose of his trip, Julob was surprised and suspicious, but he could not show any hostility at will, so he simply nodded.
"Don't doubt it. It's not just your 'Fultang Tribe' family that has passed through the mountains these days. They are all going to do the same thing. Humph!" As if guessing the Torch Prophet's thoughts, the old harpy snorted coldly.
He withdrew his gaze: "If you want to pass through this mountain range now, let's follow the old rules."
"good."
Not meaning nonsense, the old tauren nodded, took out a skin bag from his arms, and handed it to the other party. It seemed that the so-called old rule meant "tolls." The old harpy woman took the skin bag and opened it.
He also smiled with satisfaction and put it away carefully.
"This is sisters Lina and Lorna. Let them lead you this time. Don't worry, the illusions in the mountains won't trouble them, and they will definitely be able to take you out safely. As for me, I have other things to do, so I won't send you away.
Already."
After getting the money to buy the way, the old harpy woman's main task was completed, and she was ready to leave. The harpy sisters on the side flew forward with a coquettish smile and greeted the old tauren coquettishly.
"Master Prophet, I am my sister Lina, and this is my sister Rona. Don't worry, we will send your team out of the mountain quickly and well."
Compared with the withered voice of the old harpy woman, the voice of the harpy sisters is as sweet as if it is flowing with honey, and is soft and soft, which can soften your bones. If you go by the words of some boring human nobles, it means that you can scream.
A good oriole tune that is good for bed can be the best way to spice up your private room.
However, compared to those tauren guys who are so full of blood that their faces turn red after hearing a few words from the harpy sisters, the Torch Prophet is not angry or intimidating. Even just looking at the sisters, the two beautiful harpies dare not
He came forward to make noise again, but immediately stepped aside.
Seeing this, the old harpy woman seemed a little dissatisfied, but she didn't make a sound. As long as the old tauren didn't light the sacrificial fire and burn the feathers of the harpy sisters directly, for the sake of the high toll, the old harpy woman
The woman still doesn’t intend to cause any conflict.
However, when she was about to get up and fly away, she suddenly spotted an out of place figure in the tauren team out of the corner of her eye.
"Who is he?" Lowering her wings again, the old harpy woman suddenly pointed at Moriarty, who was covered by a cloak, with a sharp voice.
"He is a guest of our tribe." Seeing that the other party finally discovered the human mage, Zhu Luobu sighed secretly and said.
"Haha, guest? It's not easy to be a guest of your 'Forge Tribe'! Also, when did you become friends with the dark elves? Are you not afraid that Mr. Cleveland will tear you apart directly?"
The old harpy woman chuckled and said coldly. Moreover, from the appearance point of view, only the dark elves in the underground world are the closest to humans in stature, so they misidentified them like this.
"Master, he is not a dark elf!" Hearing the words of the eagle body, which started to show some disrespect for the torch prophet, the upright d'Artagnan suddenly said.
"Not a dark elf?" Ignoring the young tauren's rude remarks, the old harpy woman looked at Moriarty more suspiciously: "Take off your cloak! Quick!"
"Lord Julob?"
Without taking any direct action, Moriartillo turned his head slightly towards the direction of the old tauren. This was tantamount to throwing the problem to the Torch Prophet. If Zurob also said yes, it would be a disguised admission of submission to the old harpy woman, because this was tantamount to throwing the problem to the Torch Prophet.
Some interests and dignity of tribal friends were sacrificed. But if the old tauren refused first, I'm afraid things in this mysterious mountain would not be so easy next.
"Master...Ms. Luolis is the direct descendant of Ms. Lolelei...I think you may also be interested in paying a visit." After a moment of silence, the Torch Prophet finally said. Although it still found a step with experience, it was not very impressive.
He was put down a bit, and his face looked a little ugly.
"Forget it. Descendants of heroes are naturally strong men who are respected." Nodding, Moriarty quickly took off the cloak covering his head, revealing his true face: "I am a lost traveler from the surface of the earth.
, Moriarty. It's an honor to meet you, the descendant of Lord Lorelei." After saying that, he bowed lightly to the other party.
"You are...human!"
Finally, the old harpy woman screamed when she saw the other person's face. The sisters next to her were also surprised and disbelieving.
"Huh, Master Moriarty is not only a human, but also a master of enchantment. You'd better respect him!" Unable to see the astonishment of the three eagles, d'Artagnan couldn't help but say again.
"Shut up!"
But this time, the old tauren yelled directly at him.
At the same time, the old harpy woman's eyes looked strange.
"Master of human enchantment?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
