Chapter 966 Cunning Humans

Although they were camping in a safe camp, Gordon and his team would certainly arrange a night watch considering that the attack of the strange-faced tribe had just happened.

Before the strange-faced tribe entered the camp, it was discovered by Xianglan, who was in charge of the night watch. It woke up the hunters with a whistle like an insect.

The hunters continued to pretend to sleep, wanting to see what the strange-faced tribe wanted to do.

It actually wanted to steal the inscription sword?

This made Gordon even more angry than directly stabbing him, and his fists hardened.

The strange-faced tribe wanted to run after discovering that this was a trap.

If only Gordon, the greatsword user, was there, facing the light and agile strange-faced tribe who was good at digging, he might not be able to catch the opponent.

But with the equally flexible, or even more flexible, Zhuchop and Xianglan, the result would be different.

After a while, the strange-faced tribe was tied up into a rope ball by two Elu.

The strange-faced tribe struggled hard, but unfortunately it couldn't break free. Gordon carried it in front of him with a grim smile.

"Wait a minute!"

Mr. Monroe, who was awakened by the noise of the arrest, looked at this scene and reacted after a few seconds. He hurried over and said, "Don't kill it! Let me ask it first!"

Gordon had not planned to really kill the strange-faced creature. After shaking it a few times, he held it in front of Mr. Monroe.

"Gakaba Yaga!!"

"Gaga?"

"Kaba Ya!"

Monroe exchanged a few words with the strange-faced creature, and the latter fell into silence and stopped answering.

Monroe asked a few more questions in succession, but the strange-faced creature seemed to have not heard it, turned his face away, and said nothing.

"You are stubborn, right?"

Gordon, who was already angry, shook the strange-faced creature wildly again, shaking it dizzy, feeling that the brain was about to be shaken, but it still refused to speak.

"It seems that we have to find a way to force a confession." Hayata narrowed his eyes.

Heta also came over. She looked at the bonfire that had not yet been extinguished, and pointed to the pool of water deep in the cave, "Burning by fire? Or water torture?"

"Not really." Hayata laughed dryly.

"Bakaya ga pa pa ya!" Monroe scolded in a stern tone, and then put his hand on the mask of the strange-faced tribe, pretending to take the mask off.

"Ga ya ya ya ya!" The strange-faced tribe screamed and struggled wildly.

But it obviously couldn't break free from the circles of ropes, let alone Gordon's iron-like hands.

Finally, it compromised.

Lowering its head, the whole "person" became sluggish, and muttered to answer Mr. Monroe's questions.

As the communication continued, Mr. Monroe's expression became serious and weird.

Gordon saw this and asked, "How is it? Do you understand the situation?"

"Put it down." Monroe stroked his beard and said, "The situation is much more complicated than we thought."

Gordon threw the strange-faced tribe to Zhuchop and asked Zhuchop and Xianglan to keep a close watch.

"So what happened?"

"The previous attack was actually a robbery with a clear purpose." Monroe frowned and said, "It was vague and confusing, but it's basically that this group of strange-faced people are not interested in hurting humans.

But they are collecting ore, collecting a lot of ore.

There is a lot of ore in the transport team of the Fourth Phase Group, so they became their target of robbery."

"Collecting ore? To make weapons?" Hayata asked tentatively.

"It shouldn't be. The New World Qimian tribe has a high level of civilization and has mastered certain forging techniques, but they only stay at the very rough smelting and polishing. They can't forge it even if they collect a lot of ore."

Mr. Monroe pointed to the rough ore knife behind the Qimian tribe, which looked like a stone tool at first glance, "Like this."

"What else can the ore be used for?" Xianglan kicked the Qimian tribe and muttered.

Heta continued: "The Qimian tribe has fewer words. I heard a word that means "sacrifice", "tribute" and "sacrifice".

But the previous sentence is too complicated, so I can't understand it."

"Yeah." Monroe nodded, "It did say that they collected ore for tribute. I asked it who to pay tribute to, and it said it paid tribute to the "earth", and said that this was the order of the "golden priest".

The word "golden priest" is a translation and summary by me. The literal translation should be "priest wearing a mask made of gold."

Gordon had more questions as he listened, and looked back at his golden inscribed sword.

I wondered if this guy thought the sword was made of pure gold? So he came here to get the sword?

"I don't think we need to investigate the place where the attack took place." Monroe continued: "Let it take us to their tribe's base.

I want to meet the 'golden priest'. Maybe only from it can I get the full picture of the matter."

"Will there be any risks if we enter the base of the Qimian tribe like this?" Hayata asked worriedly.

Mr. Monroe thought for a moment and said, "This group of strange-faced people live in the northern part of the Great Ant Mound Wasteland. Given the density of resources there, there shouldn't be too many strange-faced people in a tribe.

And most of the strange-faced people won't stay in the base, but will take turns to go out to find food, so the number of strange-faced people in the base will not exceed 20 or 30 at most."

Gordon nodded and said, "If there are only 20 or 30 strange-faced people, it shouldn't be a big problem, but be careful of their blowguns and explosive bombs.

What I'm worried about is whether it's possible for multiple strange-faced tribes to gather together, just like the strange-faced tribe festival we encountered that year.

It is hard to say how many people there are in the strange-faced tribe. Maybe there will be a king of the strange-faced tribe. "

"Don't worry about that. I just hinted that collecting ore as tribute is the behavior of their tribe, and no other tribe has joined.

There is no king of the strange-faced tribe in their tribe, but they all obey the orders of the "golden priest." "

Gordon was relieved when he heard this.

Orcs in the wild generally don't lie. They don't have the concept of "deception."

If the situation is as Mr. Monroe said, then this group of strange-faced people should not be able to threaten them militarily.

"Pork chop, loosen the rope a little, don't suffocate it." Gordon said to Pork chop.

"Good meow."

"You and Xianglan take turns to watch it, don't let it run away, it has to lead the way after dawn."

After speaking, Gordon looked at Monroe again, "But Mr. Monroe, how can we make it agree to take us to its tribe?

The orcs generally don't reveal the specific location of the tribe's base at will, right? "

"Generally, they won't reveal it." Monroe smiled and said, "But it has already agreed. In fact, even if it is completely untied now, it will not run away."

"Ah?" Gordon looked at the strange-faced tribe that had calmed down and was curiously looking around.

Why did it suddenly become friendly?

"Because I told it that we are friends of the strange-faced tribe and we will help them."

How did we become friends?

Hayata asked in confusion, "Help means, help collect ore? Or something else?"

"I didn't say it clearly, and I didn't really promise anything, so let it understand it for itself." Mr. Monroe stroked his beard and smiled, "This is the cunning language art of humans."

Everyone: "."

Facing the contemptuous eyes of the young people, the old scholar cleared his throat, "Ahem. Of course, if it is a help that can be helped, we should try our best to help.

As long as I can help them solve some problems, I should be able to truly gain the friendship of this group of strange-faced people."