After the business was done, the group politely declined the kobold chieftain's invitation to dinner and fled out of the wooden house.

Having seen the "mellow aroma" of grass seed tea, Hammidon never wanted to touch any food here again.

Seeing that it was getting late, the four of them found an open space to set up a tent, had a simple dinner, and fell asleep like this.

The next morning, everyone said goodbye to the old kobold and walked out of the mountains.

After leaving the Didi tribe for two miles, they turned north again and then continued towards the western mountains.

Talking to the kobold chief seemed to open the door to a new world for Hammidon, and he suddenly realized how "cute" these natives were.

Therefore, he had to patronize more tribes and inform them of his intentions to trade, so as not to hang himself from a tree.

Milne looked at the excited Hammidon and asked with some curiosity, "Are we not going to Amboa Mountain?"

Hearing this, Han Midon thought for a moment and said, "Let's complete this important task first, and if we have the time and opportunity, we will go there and have a look." ”

He naturally analyzed which was more important, and the first thing to deal with was the threat from the demons.

In this way, everyone began to move towards the next goal.

Six kilometers northwest of the Didi tribe, there is a very simple cottage.

Don't look at this cottage as a little eye-catching, but within a radius of 20 kilometers, all indigenous tribes should look at it with their horses, and the Didi tribe is no exception.

The reason for this is simply because this cottage is the base of a powerful tribe of trolls.

The most powerful of the indigenous forces are the dwarves and barbarians, who have their own civilizations and nations.

However, in the midst of these loose tribal organizations, the most powerful are trolls and ogres.

Compared with the two, the trolls are more outstanding, and the ogres have a numerical advantage, which is what is often said to be a qualitative change from quantitative change.

However, when the number of trolls reaches a certain level, the ogres will retreat, and the cottage is home to more than two thousand trolls in total.

Among them, the trolls with the lowest strength are equivalent to the high-level martial artists in the human race, and this part accounts for a small proportion, only about two or three hundred.

The largest number of trolls have the strength of a fighting spirit, but they are only physically strong and do not have the fighting energy of humans.

The strongest is the troll leader and several of his cronies, all of whom have legendary strength, and the troll leader has reached the realm of a quasi-epic warrior.

When the four of Hammidon came to this cottage, they were not treated with any courtesy, and the natives even cast hateful and wary glances at them.

Everyone is helpless about this, the hatred between the two sides has accumulated for thousands of years, and no one can resolve it.

The reason is simple, trolls have large, white tusks, which are the best raw material for making art, even more so than ivory, rhinoceros horn, and sea dragon horn.

Therefore, greedy adventurers regard hunting trolls as a lucrative business, and even form a complete business chain from acquisition to production, to processing and sales.

Where there is buying and selling, there will be killing, and humans kill trolls, and trolls naturally hate humans.

However, this tribe is very powerful, and no one has dared to attack their attention, so although they have an instinctive hostility towards humans, they have not yet reached the point where they can do it when they meet.

Milne stepped forward with a flat expression and introduced the identities and intentions of the people.

The troll in charge of guarding the gate found out and trotted into the camp to report it.

It didn't take long for the troll who had been guarding the door to appear in front of everyone with a taller troll.

The troll was two meters four tall, holding a huge mace in each hand, and it looked like it was about to eat people.

He came to Hammidon and the others to look up and down for a long time, and then said angrily, "Human!

After speaking, he didn't care whether everyone would follow, and directly turned around and led the way in front.

The four of them looked at each other, and after a brief exchange, they quickly followed.

The troll camp was noticeably much larger than the kobold's camp, and it was just as chaotic, with houses built in an unorderly manner and disgusting filth everywhere.

The four of them often saw the trolls fighting, punching to the flesh and bleeding from the head.

From time to time, the troll leading the way reminded, "Keep up and don't get separated, or I won't be able to guarantee that you will be brought there safely." ”

Looking at the trolls around them, hearing these words again, the four of them walked more quickly.

The four of them followed the troll in front of them, always following the main road.

It is said that it is the main road, but in fact it is only a limited width than the alley on the side of the street, and they can't even tell it apart if they don't have the other party to lead the way.

According to the troll who leads the way, if you accidentally go the wrong way, you will have fun.

The other alleys all lead to the deserted corners of the stockade, where sin gathers and outsiders are afraid that they will be eaten without even a bone.

Hanmidon followed the troll closely, and found that the other party's attitude was not very cold, and the hostility towards humans was also not very deep, which made him a little puzzled.

Aren't trolls all hateful to humans?

He was just about to ask his doubts when he heard the sound of a crossbow winding suddenly from a corner of the street.

Bennett stopped abruptly and warned in a low voice: "Beware, everyone!

In fact, without his reminder, the other three had already stopped, holding the hilt of their swords and entering a state of alert.

The troll ignored their nervousness, raised his hand and gestured to the place where the voice came from, "My own people." ”

The other party spoke the language of trolls, and the four of them didn't know what he said, so they couldn't help but behave more cautiously.

The troll turned around and explained again in pure Alechoz lingua franca, "Don't be nervous, it's the guards." ”

The four guards looked at each other, and then looked surprised.

Immediately afterwards, I saw two sturdy troll warriors walking out of the alley next to me, with many trolls armed with bows and crossbows behind them.

One of the trolls asked, "Luki, what are these humans for?"

The troll who led the way, named Luki, heard his companion's inquiry and replied, "They are here to talk about business, big business. ”

The troll touched his broken fangs, a look of anger and fear welling up in his expression.

Seeing this, the troll Luqi spoke again: "Relax, Ral, they will not take your fangs, and will give us weapons and equipment, food and medicine. ”

Hearing these two words, the troll behind Lal suddenly widened his eyes, and at the same time swallowed his saliva inadvertently: "Is it fragrant rice?"

The three-headed troll always communicated in the language of the troll, and everyone was confused, but they saw the troll's covetous expression.

Hammidon was beating a little in his heart: This guy can't be trying to eat us, right?