Chapter 436： Orc Caravan II

After Stanford talked with the orc named Finn, the original dignified atmosphere eased.

The members of the exploration team no longer aimed their weapons at each other, and the orc caravan also drove the livestock to the vicinity of the cave.

The drivers drove wooden stakes into the ground and tied their respective livestock to them. They just patted the camels and horses with their hands, and the animals lay down obediently on the grass, and then their owners took out a A blanket was draped over them.

The two teams of humans and orcs entered the cave while guarding each other.

The members of the exploration team returned to their original sitting places, which were generally near the entrance of the cave and had been warmed by the fire that had been raised earlier.

Later orcs took over an area deep in the cavern and lit fires as well.

"How did you get here? It's rare to see humans from the south here."

The orc took the initiative to come over and threw a skin bag to Stanford.

Stanford pulled out the cork, and a smell of wine filled the air.

The two chatted like this.

"We came from the sea by boat, and wanted to buy furs and bring them back to the south for sale."

Stanford spoke briefly, without too much mention of his real mission.

"Oh! Fur, this is a good thing. I know that you human ladies like it very much. It is one of the few things on our side that you humans can pay for."

Finn's voice has the roughness of orcs, but his eyes are shining brightly, "However, this is the first time I have seen people coming from the sea."

Stanford explained: "Our side... um... is very remote, and the maritime trade has only emerged in recent years, but most of them are sailing to the rich south. I am a bit of a maverick, thinking about going north. Walk around and see what you can find. I understand that many people get their furs from the Rocky Mountains - that big mountain in the south, I don't know what you call it - the north side of this mountain range, but they are along the The mountains go east and then go north. So after I have a suitable boat, I want to try to go west to your orc territory by sea, oh, I come from the northwest coast of Aldo."

Finn nodded: "I can hear it from your accent. I have contacted other Northwesterners. The caravan I was in also went east along the mountains, and then turned south to trade with humans. By the way, buddy, you said you are Those who came by sea, what about your boat? Why did I meet you here, this place is not close to the sea."

Shrugging his shoulders, Stanford said helplessly, "It hit a rock and sank. We had to go by land."

Finn patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Please accept my sympathy for your unfortunate experience."

He thought to himself that the human being in front of him would definitely not be able to make any money, and he would probably lose a lot of money.

"So, are you going back to the South?"

"Yes, I plan to lead my team members directly over the Rocky Mountains. After all, our hometown is in the northwest of Aldo. It would be too far to go around the Rocky Mountains."

"Over that mountain? Oh! My God."

The orc was in disbelief after hearing what Stanford said. …

"Do you know why our caravans traveling between the two places choose to bypass the Rocky Mountains instead of crossing them?"

"Why? I guess it's just that the mountain road is rugged and the terrain is steep, so it's not easy to walk?"

In fact, Stanford also has some doubts in his heart. No matter how complicated the terrain is, in such a long history, has there not been a road that can be walked? It seems that there is only a section east of the Rocky Mountains. Occasionally, a small group of orcs will cross the mountains. As far as the territory of Aldo, the large-scale orc invasions of Aldo in history have always been through the Inner Rodan Corridor in the northeast of the kingdom. There has never been a record of orcs coming over the mountains in the Northwest Bay.

The orc explained: "This is part of the reason, but the main reason is that it is the territory of the dwarves. These stubborn guys hate any intelligent creatures outside their own group."

"Short? Do you mean dwarf?"

Stanford rubbed his head and asked, a short but muscular image with a beard popped up in his mind. In the Northwest Bay, this kind of creature only exists in legends.

The orc nodded and said, "Yes, it's the dwarves. Humans, I must warn you, they are not easy to mess with."

Stanford felt a little funny when he heard this, how could he be as good as you orcs in terms of being easy to provoke?

There was no expression on his face, "What do you say?"

The orc in front of him said solemnly: "The Rocky Mountains are strictly controlled by the dwarves. As long as other races enter, they will get lost in it. Only a lucky few can get out by mistake."

"How do they do it?"

"I don't know the specifics. The rumor is that this group will use a magical magic."

"Magic?" Stanford was astonished.

The orc said: "However, I prefer that the dwarves intentionally make the terrain in the mountains very complicated. You must know that this race is rumored to be very good at digging mountains and digging holes."

"Such a large mountain range is not a simple project."

"Brother, you have to know that these guys have been entrenched in the Rocky Mountains for thousands of years, and there are not many places where you can walk in the mountains. They only need to choose key places to modify."

"That's true, but how do you know so much—at least compared to us, dwarves are almost legendary creatures on our side, I'm just a child

Dear, this chapter is not finished, there is another page ^0^ When I heard a very old grandfather in the village say that he saw a dwarf once when he was a child, he never heard the exact trace of a dwarf again. "

The orc shook his head: "It seems that they don't want to deal with you. But on this side of the mountain, the dwarfs occasionally come to the edge to exchange things with us, like furs or something. Oh, they do really good things, say To be fair, it is much more exquisite than your human beings, but the number of transactions is too small."

This is difficult!

Stanford fell silent. If what the orc in front of him said was true, what would his team do?

If it's just that the roads are complicated and easy to get lost, maybe the orcs are exaggerating and deliberately scaring them, and there are talents in their team who are proficient in pathfinding.

But if the dwarves in the mountains were hostile to alien races, would they intercept their way, arrest them as slaves, or kill them directly?

Seeing that Stanford was thinking about something, the orc named Finn continued to talk a few words before returning to his team.

"Finn!" an older orc with gray hair called out his name.

"You talk too much for a group of strangers."

Finn grinned, his fangs protruding, "Did you know? These humans came from the sea, they are a group of warriors!"

"Sea?" Several orcs nearby, including the elder, showed expressions of astonishment.

"It must have been an extremely difficult journey." The old orc murmured.

"Yes." Finn said with emotion, "For us, the sea and the mountain range to the south are forbidden areas."

"That mountain will not be off limits anytime soon!"

The elder stared at the fire with a faint light in his eyes.

The heavy snow continued to fall outside, and gradually at night, two groups of passengers with different thoughts, after assigning people to watch the night, most of them fell asleep.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^