Chapter 439 Orc Caravan

Thirty people who were returning south by land were crossing a grassland when it suddenly snowed heavily. Fortunately, one of the team members found a deep cave half buried underground on a slope.

After entering, they found that there was something special inside. The cave was very large, with stone pillars and other things supporting the top, and there were obviously traces of artificial carving. Then they found something similar to murals.

"This is an underground palace, or a tomb, but it has obviously been visited by tomb robbers and has been completely looted."

An experienced team member pointed this out.

There were animal bones and traces of burning near the entrance, and there were quite a few of them. Stanford speculated that someone had used this place as a temporary rest camp, and it had been quite a few times.

In order to avoid the wind and snow, they went into the cave, covered the exit with animal skins, and lit a fire. The cave soon became warm, which was much more comfortable than setting up a tent outside.

The long journey made the team members exhausted. They sat or lay down, many of them took a nap, and some of them ate.

Stanford was dazed by the fire for a while, and a urge to urinate woke him up, so he went out to relieve himself.

Time goes back to the present.

Stanford tied his belt and recalled his experiences during this period of time in the heavy snow. He planned to breathe some fresh air before returning to the cave.

His eyes passed through the flying snowflakes and looked into the blurry distance.

"Huh?" Something seemed to be moving in the sky.

Stanford immediately became alert. He rubbed his eyes and looked into the distance again.

Indeed, although it was vague because of the snowflakes, he did see something.

Stanford immediately turned back to the cave.

"Wake up! Be alert."

He shouted as soon as he lifted the animal skin covering the cave entrance.

"What happened, boss?"

Olcott, who served as the deputy captain of this team, asked in surprise. He came from the navy and had previously served as a gunner on the flagship. He joined the exploration team to manage the use of firearms on behalf of the army.

"Someone is approaching here, maybe the natives nearby, anyway, be careful."

Hearing the commander say this, everyone in the cave became nervous and took out their assigned weapons.

Their team carried 20 iron swords, 10 iron axes, 10 crossbows, and 6 matchlocks equipped with sleeve bayonets.

"We can't stay in the cave."

Matthew held a matchlock, his palms sweating. He was actually a very young guy.

Stanford patted his shoulder, "Listen, don't make a sound first, I'll go out and see the situation. Those people are still some distance away from here. If the other party is just passing by, it's great. If the other party's goal is here, we will go out and deploy defenses."

After that, Stanford drilled out of the cave again, and the rest of the people waited quietly for his news, ready to rush out at any time.

"It's coming towards this cave!"

Stanford's heart became more and more solemn, and there were quite a few people on the other side, about 100 people, riding a lot... It seemed like livestock, were they orc cavalry?

The other party might have been attracted by the reindeer tied near the cave entrance.

He no longer hesitated and immediately called the people in the cave out. Taking advantage of the terrain of the earth slope, everyone set up a defensive formation on it, and all the crossbows and muskets were pointed at the approaching team.

The other party soon discovered the unusual movement on the earth slope, and the team slowed down, but a guy on horseback quickly approached to check the situation.

The knight stopped a few hundred meters away, observed for a long time, and then ran back to the team.

Soon another person - not necessarily a human - rode over on horseback.

"Don't shoot! The other party may not have malicious intentions." Stanford warned his subordinates.

His number was at an absolute disadvantage, and once he angered the other party, the consequences would be disastrous.

What made him relieved was that the man reined in his mount in the distance, turned over, and then walked over slowly with his arms wide open.

This should be a friendly gesture.

"I'll go over there."

Stanford dug a handful of snow from the ground and wiped his face. The cold stimulation made his mind extremely clear.

He stood up from kneeling on one knee and prepared to walk over to communicate with the newcomer.

"Boss, why don't I go."

Olcott looked at him worriedly.

"No, I'll go. This is an order."

Stanford adjusted the boat hat on his head.

When he was resting in the native tribe before, he learned a few words in the native language, such as "hello" and "friend". I don't know if it can be used here, after all, the two places are far away.

His subordinates who were only thinking about returning to the Northwest Bay were not so diligent. What if they accidentally had a conflict?

So Stanford put down the one-handed sword that was originally tightly held in his hand, opened his arms like the other party, and walked over slowly.

Gradually, he saw the other party's appearance clearly, and it was indeed an orc.

Of course, although he saw the appearance clearly, in fact, in Stanford's eyes now, the orcs all looked the same.

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The orcs are all tall and muscular, and the whole body is covered with different shades (some are as thin as some humans with strong body hair). When speaking, it seemed very conspicuous, and some male orcs' jaw dogs were even extended outside the mouth.

The male orc in front of you is such a standard orc image.

Just when Stanford wondered if he should say "Hello" in indigenous words, the opposite foreign race first spoke, and it scared him.

"Humans from the south?"

Stanford was stunned, and the guy opposite would speak Oldo.

It wasn't until the other party waved his hand that he reacted.

He remembered what the orc just said, it seemed to be the accent of the northeast of Oldo.

"Uh ... Hello. I didn't expect you to speak Ordo."

He said carefully.

"Hahaha!" The orc grinned and laughed.

"A businessman who runs around the world will not be a few languages!"

Stanford was stunned again, "merchant?"

"How?" The orcs said a little bit: "Is it in the impression of your" higher race 'like this, we' barbarians' will only ride a whip immediately, or hold a big knife with a big knife, or hold a big knife. Cut people around? "

Stanford smiled on his face and tried his best to make yourself more sincere, "If my attitude makes you misunderstand, sorry ..."

"Forget it, humans!" The other party waved, "As a businessman who runs around, my heart will not have waves on this misunderstanding, oh, maybe a few years will be a few years ago."

He continued: "So, let's talk about the current problems. As I said just now, we are a caravan, and we are not malicious to you. We just want to enter that hole to hide the snow. I have found it, how many people you have, I hope that there will be a lot of our two people. "

Stanford looked at the team behind him. It seemed like a business team. There were more than a dozen large cars full of things, and dozens of tall horses -like animals. These guys are taller than ordinary horses. The yellow hair of the body, the back of the back high, may be the so -called "beast" raised by the legendary orcs in the legend.

Well, I did n’t have encountered orcs that could be communicated when I was north, although I have n’t encountered Oldo ...

"That ... this gentleman ..."

"Finn, please call me Finn."

"Okay, Mr. Finn, you can call me Stanford. I think that cave should be able to accommodate the two people."

"Ha, that's great!" The orc named Finan laughed.

"Please allow me to go back and let my brothers prepare some preparations."

"Oh, please. On this prairie, keeping vigilance is a virtue."

The orcs turned around and returned to their own caravan.