Chapter 447 Robbery

After negotiating the reward with the dwarf named Imaar, Stanford was relieved. After all, a stranger suddenly came to help you for no reason and took certain risks, which would make people feel ill-intentioned. But if he had certain interests, it would make people feel at ease.

Stanford returned to the camp and announced the good news of finding the guide, which caused cheers from the team members. Seeing this situation, Stanford immediately warned them not to leak the news.

Then, he ordered to check the equipment, polish the swords and gun barrels, dry the gunpowder, check the fuse of the grenade, prepare the ignition, and strive to be foolproof.

Necessary vigilance is still needed.

During this period, the orc caravan led by Eugene left. Stanford said goodbye to Finn, who was already a friend, and gave him a porcelain bowl. The young orc was overjoyed and strongly invited Stanford to visit him in the grassland if he had the opportunity.

Finally, after five days, the members of the expedition team waited for the news from the dwarf Imaar in excitement and tension - they would set off the next morning.

At the appointed time, Stanford led 30 members, led their ten reindeer, and set off on the road to the south with supplies exchanged in the Blood Bull Tribe.

It was called a road, but it was actually a narrow forest belt with less tree density. They walked through the snow and thick gray dead grass, and moved forward with difficulty among the trees.

"Be vigilant! Wild beasts may come out here at any time. If someone turns into a pile of stinky feces, I don't want to find him again."

Stanford was afraid that the rest in the Blood Bull Tribe these days would make the team members lazy, so he reminded them every once in a while.

As the team moved forward, the forest began to become more and more dense. Stanford held the compass and looked at it from time to time to make sure he was walking straight to the south.

Three pine trees, one tall and two short, appeared in front of them. The pine tree in the middle was very lush, and the dense pine needles formed several independent umbrella-shaped tree crowns, while the pine trees on the left and right sides looked very short against the backdrop of the tall pine tree in the middle. There was a large flat area around the three pine trees, which was very conspicuous in this area with a high density of trees.

"We are here, let's rest here for a while."

As the captain, he didn't need to explain. This team, which had been adventuring on land for a long time, did not run around. Those who went to relieve themselves were three or four people.

Stanford walked around the pine tree and observed the surroundings, but found nothing unusual.

Everyone waited for more than an hour, but the guide had not arrived yet.

Deputy Captain Matthew found Stanford: "Is that dwarf lying to us?"

Before Stanford answered, he heard a noise from the bushes in the west.

The vegetation in that direction was very dense, even at the intersection of winter and spring. The thin gray branches of a large number of bushes intertwined, making it difficult to see the situation in the distance.

"Be alert!" Matthew shouted.

Ten crossbows were pointed in that direction, and the others also held their weapons.

After a while, the dense bushes were separated by a pair of hands with stubby fingers, and then a round head poked out.

"It's me! It's me! I'm your guide Imaar."

The dwarf Imaar shouted at the top of his voice, "Damn it! Who can be kind enough to come and help me?"

"It's our guide!" Stanford made a gesture to everyone to lift the alert.

He ran forward, grabbed the other's wrist, and pulled Imaar, who was stuck in the bushes, out with all his strength.

The dwarf rubbed his aching arm, "Oh, my arm! It's almost dislocated. I've suffered a lot to avoid being seen. You have to pay more."

Stanford shook his head, "Hey, man, the dwarves' concept of time may be different from ours? This is more than an hour late."

"To hell with your time? You actually talked about time in what you call hours with a dwarf who has only used the sun and hourglass to time? This is too unrealistic."

He stared at the pocket watch on Stanford's chest with envy, and stretched out his stubby index finger to it, "If you can give me this timer when you get there, maybe you can save one or two silver coins in your bag."

When agreeing on the meeting time, Stanford showed him the pocket watch. The dwarf blood made him have a strong curiosity about this thing. On a glass-covered plane, the uniform scale formed a circle, and three coaxial pointers rotated along the circle at different speeds, which attracted him more than porcelain.

Imaer knew that there was a profession called strange mechanics among humans, who specialized in studying some strange machines. Although the things they made were often neither practical nor durable, the timer in front of him was obviously not one of them.

"I'll consider it!" Stanford hid the pocket watch in his arms.

This action made the dwarf complain about him in his heart - hum, it will fall into my hands in the end anyway.

"Then, according to the agreement, please bring us... Hey! I say, brother, you are dressed a little tightly today."

Stanford was surprised by the dwarf's dress.

Imaer wore a chain mail that wrapped himself tightly, a helmet decorated with the horns of unknown animals, and a mace on his back. The whole person shone with metallic luster under the sun.

"What a fuss!" The dwarf said unhappily: "I don't want the beasts here to treat me as a snack."

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He waved his hand, "Hurry up and get on the road. In order to avoid my people, I will take you on some remote 'roads', which will take a little longer than the normal road."

Stanford then ordered the team to set off again, following the dwarves and heading south.

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"I said, why haven't I seen dwarves in the south of Rocky Mountains?"

On the way, Stanford and Imaer chatted casually.

"Human, you are my employer. I don't want to say anything too harsh in front of you, but the elders have repeatedly warned us not to have too much contact with humans. All clans have done this since ancient times."

"Uh... this is completely prejudice. Then why can you do business with orcs?"

"They are simple-minded and don't have too many twists and turns in their minds. You won't suffer a loss if you exchange things with them. And they are not interested in our mountains. They won't always want to find out the secrets of entering the mountains."

Stanford frowned, "But as far as I know, in the eastern part of the Rocky Mountains, small groups of orcs often flow into human villages and towns to plunder. The bottom of the Nerodan Valley is heavily guarded. It is obvious that they came down from the Rocky Mountains. Isn't that also the territory of you dwarves? How could orcs appear?"

"What orcs? I don't know." Imaar shook his head, "The eastern mountain range is too far away from our Hammer Clan."

Stanford was about to ask again when he suddenly heard a movement in the distance behind him.

He immediately looked back and saw a large flock of birds rising from the dense forest in the north.

"Everyone, pay attention! There may be some large animals looking for food."

Imaer touched the handle of the mace and said thoughtfully.