Chapter 440 Orc Caravan 2

After Stanford talked with an orc named Finn, the originally solemn atmosphere became relaxed.

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

The drivers hammered wooden stakes into the ground and tied the livestock they were responsible for to them. They just patted the camels and horses with their hands, and the animals lay down on the grass obediently, and then their owners took out blankets to cover them.

The two teams of humans and orcs entered the cave with each other on guard.

The members of the exploration team returned to their original sitting places, which were generally close to the entrance of the cave and had been warmed by the previously lit fire.

The later orcs occupied an area deep in the cave and also lit a fire.

"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 leather bag to Stanford.

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

The two started chatting.

"We came from the sea by boat, and we want to buy furs to sell back to the south."

Stanford briefly said, without mentioning too much about his real mission.

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

Finn's voice was rough like all orcs, but his eyes were shining, "But this is the first time I have seen someone coming from the sea."

Stanford explained: "Our side... uh... is very remote, and maritime trade has only emerged in recent years, but most of them sail to the wealthy south. I am a maverick, thinking about going north to see if there are any adventures. I learned that many people get furs from the north of the Rocky Mountains - the big mountain in the south, I don't know what you call it - but they go east along the mountains and then go north. So after I have a suitable ship, I want to try to go west by sea to your orc territory. Oh, I am from the northwest coastal area of ​​Aldor. "

Finn nodded: "I can tell from your accent that I have come into contact with other northwesterners. The caravan I am in also goes east along the mountains and then turns south to trade with humans. By the way, brother, you said you came by sea, so where is your ship? Why did I meet you here? This place is not close to the sea. "

Stanford shrugged and said helplessly: "It hit the reef and sank, so we had to go by land."

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

He thought that the human in front of him would definitely not make any money and would probably lose a lot of money.

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

"Yes, I plan to lead my team members to cross the Rocky Mountains directly. After all, our hometown is in the northwest of Aldor. If we go around the Rocky Mountains, it's too far."

"Cross that mountain? Oh my God."

The orcs were in disbelief after hearing Stanford's words.

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

"Why? I think it's just because the mountain roads are rugged and the terrain is steep, so it's not easy to walk, right?"

In fact, Stanford also had some doubts in his heart. Even if the terrain is complex, hasn't there been a road that can be walked in such a long history? It seems that only in the eastern part of the Rocky Mountains, occasionally a small group of orcs will cross the mountains to Aldor. In history, the large-scale invasion of Aldor by orcs has always been forced to break through the Nerodan Corridor in the northeast of the kingdom. There has never been a record of orcs crossing the mountains in the Northwest Bay.

The orc explained: "That's one reason, but the main reason is that it's the territory of the dwarves. These stubborn guys hate any intelligent creatures outside their own tribe."

"Dwarves? Do you mean dwarves?"

Stanford asked, touching his head. In his mind, a short, muscular, bearded creature appeared. In the Northwest Bay, this kind of creature only exists in legends.

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

Stanford felt a little funny when he heard it. Who can be more difficult to mess with than you orcs?

He didn't show any expression on his face, "What do you mean?"

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

"How did they do it?"

"I don't know the details. It is rumored that this tribe can use a magical magic."

"Magic?" Stanford was very surprised.

The orc said: "But I am more inclined to believe that the dwarves deliberately made the terrain in the mountains very complicated. You know, it is rumored that this race is very good at digging holes in the mountains."

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

"Dude, you have to know that these guys have been entrenched in the Rocky Mountains for thousands of years, and there are not many places to walk in the mountains. They just need to choose the key places to make modifications."

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"That's true, but how do you know so much? At least compared to us, dwarves are almost legendary creatures in our area. I just heard a very old grandfather in the village say that he saw dwarves once when he was a child, and then I never heard of the exact traces of dwarves again."

The orc shook his head: "It seems that they are not willing to deal with you. But on this side of the mountain, the dwarves occasionally come to the edge to exchange some things with us, such as furs. Oh, the things they make are really good. To be fair, they are much more exquisite than you humans, but they come out to trade too rarely."

This is difficult!

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

If it's just that the road is complicated and easy to get lost, maybe the orcs are exaggerating and deliberately scaring them. There are also people who are proficient in finding the way in their team.

But if the dwarves in the mountains are hostile to foreigners, will they intercept their roads, capture them as slaves or kill them directly?

Seeing that Stanford was thinking about something, the orc named Finn continued to talk for a few more words and then returned 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 particularly prominent, "Do you know? These humans came from the sea, a group of warriors!"

"From the sea?" Several orcs nearby, including the elder, showed astonishment.

"That must have been an extremely dangerous journey." The elder orc murmured.

"Yes." Finn was very emotional, "For us, the sea and the mountain range in the south are both restricted areas."

"That mountain range will soon not be a restricted area!"

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

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