Chapter 441 Blood Bull Tribe

The heavy snow was a whole night. In the middle of the night, Stanford was afraid of frozen reindeer and made people take them in. The orcs did not worry about their livestock wearing thick blankets.

In the early morning of the next day, the snow stopped, and there were no half a calf walking in the snow.

The exploration team has been discussed internally that most people advocate that the diameter has overlooking the Lukeshan Range, and Stanford respects the opinions of the players.

The orc named Finn invites them to go on the road together, and follow them to get custody and repair in the tribes that trade with them.

"Although we don't know how to turn over that mountain, at least the tribes we went to occasionally had dwarves to deal with it. Maybe you can talk to them ..." The orc said so, which moved Stanford Essence

After getting along overnight, the exploration team had preliminary trust with the orcs, so I followed the business team to the south. During the period, Finn also introduced the leader of the caravan to Stanford. Essence

Different from the lively and talkative Finn, the old -fashioned orcs with white hair look serious and unsmiling. It is not so much the leader of a business team, it is better to say that it is like a general to fight.

Two groups of people with temporary partners went all the way to the southwest, and gradually became more trees. In the end they actually entered the endless virgin forest.

"Different from horses shepherds on the grassland, most of the tribes here rely on fishing and hunting cultivation." Finn introduced them to this area.

Along the way, they walked several tribes. After the caravan and the tribe traded, they immediately set off to the next tribe.

Stanford noticed that there are some small human indigenous tribes here, but when they saw the orcs, most people's eyes showed an unsightly alert look.

It seems that there are exchanges and trade between each other, and it seems that the conflict of ethnic groups has always existed.

Finally, they came to the last stop and were the tribes that were closest to the Rocky Mountains -Blood Bull Tribe.

"Welcome you! My friend!"

An older orc, which is almost the same as the chairman of the caravan, stood at the gate of the Zhaizi built with wood to welcome the merchant.

"My friend, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The caravan leader who hadn't laughed along the way grinned, showing long teeth, and hugged each other tightly in the past.

Finn quietly introduced for Stanford on the side: "The one hugged by Master Eugene was the chief of the tribe, Asoya, and a bold character, but you must be careful of his eldest son Gangse, the one standing behind him is , Is a greedy and cunning person.

Finn shook his head and sighed, and Stanford turned his eyes behind the chief of Asoyer. This tall and majestic orc was there. In such a cold weather, there were two shirts. Those who are not good at dealing with face are fierce.

Suddenly the orc seemed to have a sense of heart, turning the two yin -eyed eyes, and suddenly found the two who were coming to himself.

Fenne and Stanford immediately looked at their faces, pretending nothing happened.

"What are these people?"

The old chief watched humans mixed in the caravan.

"Oh, when I met halfway, it was a group of adventurers who thought of buying a fur here, but they were all warriors! Through the boat, they came from the south to cross the sea. Now they want to cross the Rocky Mountains and return to the south. "

Eugene leader explained to him so.

"Come cross the sea? Do you want to cross that big mountain?" The old chief widened.

"It is indeed a warrior! Will the leaders who will invite them to attend the banquet later."

In this way, Stanford inexplicably became the guest of the local tribal chief.

The banquet was held in a wooden long house. The style of the orc banquet was very simple. There was no musician playing music, no prosperity, no beautiful carpets and exaggerated wall decorations.

The crowd was sitting around a huge rectangular wooden table, eating meat with a large mouth, and drinking alcohol, some people even drank directly with the wine jar.

Although there are no songs and dances, there are programs such as wrestling and flying ax, so that Stanford and the Interim Captain Matthew Matthew, who accompanies him to participate in the banquet.

"guest!"

After the old chief murmured with a large bowl of wine, he asked about Stanford, who was holding his own wine bowl with his head.

"Can you talk to the guys who stay in the forest in our lives for a lifetime?"

"Oh! I am very happy to share the vision on the road."

Stanford agreed.

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"Just when we just sailed out of the bay, we turned around and went north, we touched a ... a strange whale!"

"Whale, you know! But the whale we encountered this time is particularly large. Only the part of the water surface is more than 20 meters long!"

A booing immediately sounded in the banquet hall.

"Haha! This human beings can also brag! Big fish with more than 20 meters long, do you see it in a dream?"

Chief's son Gangse took the lead in laughing.

A group of people around him also laughed with Haha.

Matthew's face was unsatisfactory, he would get up and refute, and was pulled by Stanford.

He still maintained a faint smile on his face, and continued to say in a calm tone: "We continue to drive north, it is getting shorter and shorter during the day, and the night is getting longer and longer ..."

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He described to everyone what he saw and heard in the Land of Eternal Night, and introduced the world that was still full of vitality between the ice and snow, the giant bears covered with white hair, the fat otters, the lazy seals, the natives who lived tenaciously in the cold - there were orcs and humans, and the almost miraculous light curtain.

"Incredible!"

The chief picked up the wine bowl again, "You mean, even there, there are traces of human beings?"

"Yes, chief! Even there, civilization has not disappeared."

Asoye raised the big bowl, "Gods! Cheers to life!"

"Cheers to life!"

Everyone in the hall raised their bowls to echo.

After everyone finished, the old chief said to Stanford, "Please forgive my son's rudeness, but we orcs are like this, we say what we have to say, and we can't keep our words in our stomachs."

Stanford smiled and nodded, accepting the other party's apology.

Then he held up an exquisite wooden box with both hands, stood up and said: "Respected Chief Asoye, this is our gift to you!"

A sturdy orc standing beside the chief came over and took Stanford's box with both hands.

He wanted to open it for inspection, but Chief Asoye shouted loudly: "No, Yerye, let me open it myself, I'm very curious!"

The orc named Yerye had to return to the chief and hand him the box.

Asoye opened the box carefully under the gaze of everyone.

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

"Oh my!"

A cry of amazement rang out in the hall.

There was a bottle lying quietly in the wooden box, but this bottle was so beautiful!

Most of the bottle was covered with white, like freshly squeezed milk, and exquisite patterns were outlined on it with blue, with flowers and birds, which were very lifelike, as if the bird would jump out of the bottle in the next second.

The orcs used pottery bottles and bowls. No matter the chieftains in high positions or the slaves who worked all day, they had never seen such exquisite utensils since they were young, and they were all amazed for a moment.

"This... this is really precious!"

Chief Asoye stared at the porcelain bottle and muttered.