As soon as Prell translated Sylvia Bloodfeather's conditions to the tauren, the deputy druid immediately shook his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Prell said in a low voice: "When it comes to negotiation, I'm afraid that the other party won't speak up. Now that the Harpies have put forward conditions, it shows that they also want to end this war. Talking in the sky and bargaining on the ground, this is negotiation!"
He said righteously: "As the plenipotentiary representative sent by the tauren chief, my opinions are as follows: First, the tauren also lack food, and it is impossible for the harpies to provide food and grass for free. Of course, the tauren provide humanitarian relief
He has a selfless spirit and is willing to provide a certain amount of food to the harpies at a fair price.
Second, the tauren are willing to trade with the harpies. The price will be based on the quantity and value of the trade items, and the value will be jointly evaluated by both parties. This will neither deceive the harpies nor damage the interests of the tauren.
Third, the tauren must occupy the valley where the Grimtotem outpost is located, and will return it to the harpies at the right time, but definitely not now. The centaurs have never given up their attack on the tauren. If the valley is returned to the harpies, then what?
, are you ready for war with the centaurs? "
His rhetorical question immediately silenced Sylvia Bloodfeather and other harpies. Although the Witchwing clan has not yet had contact with the centaurs, using a simple algorithm, the harpies would not be able to account for the war.
There are too many tauren at their advantage, but the tauren were driven away by the centaurs, so the harpies must not be able to defeat the centaurs.
Having just ended a war, if they start another race war or are forced to face another race war, the harpies must think carefully beforehand.
"Fourth, the harpies need some shining gems. The tauren are willing to exchange them with the harpies in the form of trade, but if they are provided free of charge, I hope you will understand how many valuable and useless things a migrating race will carry.
Where are the gems? Besides, I think you all know that all the mines in the Barrens and Stonetalon Mountains are in the hands of the goblins!"
"Similarly, regarding Article 5, the tauren also lack raw materials. If the harpies can provide enough raw materials, including minerals, wood and other required materials, the tauren are willing to charge a certain amount of money and materials to provide the harpies with
People provide weapons."
"As for Article 6, the tauren race is extremely loyal to their feelings. Their aesthetics are more inclined to their own race. And I think that the tall and thick tauren are really not worthy of the beauty of the harpies. You can definitely look for goblins.
Well, as long as you have money, goblins will bring all the men in the world to you!"
Prell has been trying to drive a wedge between the goblins and the harpies. The harpies wanted gems. Presumably, in order to obtain enough weapons from the goblins, they had to sell all the valuable jewelry they had collected during robberies over the years.
Goblins, that's why they are in urgent need of new jewelry and decorations.
Not to mention anything else, just looking at Sylvia Bloodfeather, the harpy mistress, she only has such a pitiful piece of jewelry. Although it is extremely gorgeous, it does not match her status as a mistress.
Even if the tauren have enough raw materials to make weapons, Prell will not agree to the condition of selling weapons. He still uses words to guide, hoping that the harpies will realize that in the Barrens and even the Stonetalon Mountains, the goblin group can
Is the biggest outsider and invader.
Unfortunately, his words were not good enough, or the harpy's thinking was insufficient. Sylvia Bloodfeather discussed it again with her subordinate staff, and actually agreed with Prell's rebuttal.
Of course, the sixth rebuttal was that he did not translate the tauren truthfully. After all, this was also an offense to the tauren.
The big negotiation framework has been determined, so the next step is to negotiate on the details. Sylvia Bloodfeather and a bunch of harpies are chattering, but Prell is the only one who can communicate smoothly with the harpies.
People are so tired that their mouths are dry and their tongues are dry.
At night, the two sides had not yet decided on how much food the Tauren should sell to the Harpies at a fair price. In fact, this was also communicated in advance between Prell and Kane, Bloodhoof and other Tauren elders.
The tauren must not be able to provide excess food and grass, so Prell suggested sending the tauren druids to contact the night elves. Even if the tauren borrowed money first, they would at least get some food relief from the night elves.
As for other conditions, the tauren do not refuse equal trade with other races. Even bartering is acceptable, because the tauren now need trade more than the harpies. Of course, the goblins' take advantage of trade requests
, no matter how honest a tauren is, he will not accept it.
At night, the exhausted two parties finally decided to give up temporarily, and then Sylvia Bloodfeather ordered some food to be sent, mainly zebra meat and red scale, a subspecies of velociraptor in the northern part of the Barrens.
Sickleclaw meat.
Their tent was pitched under the big harpy tree, on the side near the creek, with a hundred harpy soldiers guarding the surrounding area.
Then the harpies who were still arguing during the day, especially the staff officers under Sylvia Bloodfeather, came over extremely diligently, surrounded several tauren and offered themselves pillow mats. Even that one looked more like a man.
The hunter's black cow was surrounded by several people.
Only Bosak. Running Wolf had no one around him. At first, Prell thought it was the silent tauren's face that kept tourists away, but he soon realized that he was wrong.
Sylvia Xueyu changed into a pair of sparkling underwear that could barely cover her private parts. She came close to Bosak Running Wolf and used provocative little moves to talk to the stiff tauren.
What did the soldier say?
Prell immediately led Belga and Snu into the tent in a sensible manner, without caring about Bosak. Running Wolf's look for help. He also didn't care about the identity of his other translator, asking him to translate for the harpies in heat.
He really couldn't do those shameful words.
More importantly, none of the harpies looked at the three kobolds. Prell felt that he was once again being discriminated against by race and appearance. He had never had such a profound experience.
In the tent with Belga and Snu, Prell tried his best to concentrate on himself and his two cousins, not to be disturbed by the sounds and movements outside, and then explained in detail the content of the negotiations with the Harpy during the day.
Fan.
He wants to cultivate Belga and Snu's overall perspective and sufficient knowledge, so that when the mine is stable in the future, he can leave with peace of mind. As two members of the elders, Prell believes that they must have enough knowledge.
Leadership qualities.
Before he was halfway through speaking, someone suddenly entered the tent. It was the tauren shaman who was accompanying the team. Prell looked at him: "Why didn't you have some fun?" The shaman shook his head: " I can't bear this kind of enthusiasm."
Prell laughed: "I will not let you off guard. If a harpy suddenly pulls out a knife and stabs you while having fun with you, I will lead my brothers and surrender immediately. And as a person, Men, if you don’t accept the joy that comes to your door, you really don’t understand the style!”
The shaman sighed: "To be honest, you are the least kobold-like person I have ever seen! What has the Holy Light taught you?" Then he gritted his teeth and walked out of the tent with a tragic expression.
Prell was right to remind them that they were now deep into the enemy camp to negotiate with the enemy. If the harpies used seduction tactics and then made a surprise attack, none of the tauren would have a chance to survive.
After a fierce night of fighting, the three poor kobolds tossed and turned in the tent with poor sound insulation. Prell kept listening carefully, his hands on the handles of the two-handed hammers beside him, and if there was any movement , he will jump up immediately at any time.
However, the night was uneventful. When Prell woke up early the next morning, he found that none of the tauren were in the tent. He was startled and quickly got out, and saw two furry heads of Bosak and Running Wolf. On his lap, several harpies were sleeping soundly on his body.
As for the druids and shamans, the situation was almost the same. What surprised him even more was that the Black Cow Hunter was naked and rolling together with a few harpies, with her small independent tent open like this. All kinds of clothes were thrown all over the floor.
Then the black cow hunter woke up and saw Prell standing dumbfounded among the people who were still sleeping, stretched out, and put on his clothes haphazardly.
This movement alarmed Prell. He turned his head and glanced, then turned back and sighed: "You guys are really good at playing!" The cow hunter laughed loudly: "Hey, Kobold, you should drink some." Milk has grown taller, maybe you will be more attractive that way!"
Prell's response was to spat viciously, and then he kicked Bosak Running Wolf's thick-haired leg: "Big man, wake up, it's time to get down to business!"
Bosak. Running Wolf jumped up and reached out to touch the weapon, but his touch came up empty. Only then did he notice Prell, who was laughing and panicking under Preyer's thoughtful gaze. He picked up the clothes on the ground. His movement was too big, so the naked harpies also woke up with grunts.
Prell didn't want to stay here anymore, so he returned to the tent. After waiting for a long time, there was another blushing sound outside the tent. When everything was over, Bosak Running Wolf got into the tent. Prell I gave him a thumbs up: "Brother, you are really powerful!"
Bosak Benlang simply became shameless: "Brother, I have to avenge my comrades who died on the battlefield!" Prell almost wanted to applaud his shamelessness.
So Prell waited until nearly noon before starting the second negotiation with Sylvia Bloodfeather. Although they had a romantic night with the tauren, it was obvious that the harpies would not be swayed by their feelings because of this, and they still When the lion opened its mouth, they argued endlessly over the amount of food compensation.
In the end, it took six days for Prell to finally reach a preliminary peace agreement and related further cooperation contracts on behalf of the Tauren and the Witchwing Clan, and then he couldn't wait to lead the team to leave Waterless Ridge.
No one who has to endure the endless moaning and banging outside the tent every night, but can only drag two brothers to sleep alone, will not stay here any longer.