Chapter 446 Conspiracy

Ima walked out of the house with a stinging face, and saw the son of the blood bull tribe, Okasa, beckoned with him.

This bastard! Today, I gave him an accident.

He walked away and walked towards him.

Gangse asked him with a squeezing eyebrow: "What did the old man in Eugene tell you?"

"Don't you know? That's good, it's not your business!" Ima replied in a sorrow.

"Huh! Don't say it, I'm not interested." Okasa didn't care.

"But I have something you are interested in."

He stretched out his hand and held Emart's shoulders. From the distance from the height difference between the orcs and dwarves, it was like an elder encouraging his younger generation.

"Take your dirty hand!" Ima grabbed Gangse's wrist and threw it out.

"Your temper is as bad as ever." The son of the chief rubbed his wrist, "But the benevolent and generous Grand Master Gangse still wants to tell you, there is a big sale waiting for us, do you want to do it together?"

"Big sale?" Imaus raised her ears.

He needs wealth, and today's conversation with the old orc has made him firmly search for more wealth to complete the plan.

A finger in Gangse fingers in the distance, and Ima looked along.

"Human?"

He leaned his lips disgusting.

"How did these dry guys come here?"

"Oh! Don't underestimate that human."

Gangse rubbed his hands excitedly and looked at humans, his eyes showed greedy eyes.

"I saw him with his own eyes at the banquet that he took out a valuable city ... Value Liancheng ... It seemed like a treasure called porcelain, gave it to my father, and was hidden by my father."

"Well! You can enter the eyes of Asoyer, should that thing is very precious?" Ima thought.

"More than precious!" Gangse waved his arm exaggeratedly. "The moment the treasure bottle was taken out, all the decorations in our long house were borne. I tell you ..."

"So what do you have to buy and sell for me?" Ima interrupted the more exaggerated description of Gangse. In fact, he had guessed that he had guessing seven or eight.

"Hey!" Gangse laughed strangely, and his mouth stretched out his teeth abruptly, and the corner of his mouth flowed out.

"I have let people quietly watch the luggage of the human and his companions. There are several boxes and bags. There should be a lot of treasures like that porcelain. How about it? Do you want to do a vote together!"

Gangse looked at Ima with an encouraged look.

Can't do it near the Blood Bull Tribe, it would be bad if he was found by his father. Gangse needs to lure humans to a place where it will not attract attention.

"That group of humans happen to be crossing the Rocky Mountain, and now they are looking for a guide in the world. What else will it not attract the attention of people outside the mountain? So, I want you to go ..."

Before Okose finished, Emart screamed, "Damn, do you want me to be the traitors of the dwarf? A big gang of humans, and you and your men, were discovered by other people. Can't live anymore "

Gangse said with a look of embarrassment: "Oh, dear Yimar! Every time you say you have never done such a thing, although we have many pleasant cooperation, and every time we are 'Do you want me to be a traitor of a dwarf. "

"Their destiny has determined that it is impossible to leak the secrets of the dwarf. Besides, it is not to let them really go in the Locky Mountain. As long as we cook it in the peripheral area, they will not attract the attention of the mountain people."

He raised his tone, "Now, Ima, do you give me a happy thing, do it or not? In addition, I want to remind you that even without you, I will find other ways to leave that group of humans 'forever'. "

Dwarf eyes turned, "How many people do they have? What guys do they have?"

"Haha!" Gangse laughed happily, and the dwarf in front of him was going to be a greedy guy. He only needed a little bit every time.

"The number of people is about 30 people. The weapon is nothing more than a sword and a light crossbow. The key is that there is no person to focus on the armor. At that time, I can take dozens of armored soldiers to cook them."

"Okay, half of the warriors after things are completed."

"You 20 %, I am 80 %!"

"You 60 %, I am 40 %!"

"No! Just two me!"

"Damn, I am risky!"

Nympho

Stanford was sitting on a pier with a look of embarrassment to find the guide.

Is it really necessary to break through the Rocky Mountains without a guide?

"Hey, humans!"

He heard a greeting and looked up to wait and see.

A round dwarf is walking towards him. His head is a little shorter than other dwarfs, but his waist is thicker. The more significant feature is its beard. Essence

Why? Seems to have seen it.

"Uh? Are you calling me?"

"Nonsense, is there a second human nearby?"

The dwarf walked to him and stood.

"I heard you are looking for a guide to enter Rocky Mountain?"

"Yes, I just turned around your camp. No dwarf is willing to help us."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Humph! That's because you haven't asked me, Master Imaer! Didn't you look around our camp? How come you didn't find me? The place is not big."

"Uh..."

Stanford remembered that the person in front of him was the snorting dwarf who rushed out of the tent at the beginning.

I don't want to get involved!

He smiled, "I'm sorry, Mr. Imaer, I didn't find you. So you are willing to help us."

Imaer grabbed Stanford's clothes and dragged him to a remote corner.

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Stanford of Arda."

"Alas! Who told others to call me 'warm-hearted Imaer'! I'll make a trip reluctantly, but you have to swear not to tell anyone."

Stanford closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and stretched out his index and middle fingers to make a gesture of joining together.

"Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Light and Paul Graman, I swear not to tell outsiders that Mr. Imaar is our guide."

"What are these?"

"My God and my lord."

"Good!"

The dwarf lowered his voice, stretched out his hand in front of Stanford, and rubbed his thumb and index finger constantly.

"That... Although I helped you out of my kindness, I also risked being discovered by my tribe, so... you understand?"

Stanford smiled knowingly, "I understand! Please follow me!"

...

"Well... it's okay."

Looking at the utensils in front of him that were as white as milk and decorated with exquisite patterns, Imaar nodded.

These things should be able to sell for a good price to those orcs who are so stupid that they even regard crystals as treasures.

Wait... Maybe when I regain the position of the chief, I need a special set of tableware to show my unique status?

These humans may have more. Ah! I should have taken more. I was super upset when I thought that the idiot Gunther would take most of it.

Stanford didn't know what the dwarf was thinking, and said flatteringly: "In addition to this set of utensils, there will be a bag of silver coins when we get to the other side of the mountain."

"Okay!" Imar hammered his palm, "You wait here for a few more days. When my people want to go back, I will find a reason not to go back with them, and then quietly set off with you."

"Thank you for your help."

Stanford squeezed out a grateful expression and shook the dwarf's hand, which was as rough as frosted.