The Dense Beech Tavern was finally overcrowded, and if the mare Daren who had gone to the Highlands to gather mushrooms had known that there were so many Trian guests in her tavern, he wondered what her face, which would have made the centaurs fearful, smile.

The centaur Orach and the one-eyed dragon Arno stood side by side at the wine table like friends, happily talking about their respective experiences, while the rest of Arno's caravan simply moved away from the high table in the tavern, sat on the straw mat and used the ground as the table, drinking the malt wine here, nibbling on the bread and dried meat they brought, and relaxing like a wild horse, heartily sprinkled with alcohol.

Shoes, boots, hats, and cups were piled together, and several of Trian's drunks forgot their gender, openly hugging and hugging in front of everyone, and dancing in circles with their feet scattered.

"I'm sorry, two years ago, there weren't any Trians here. You know we centaurs" Orach pointed to his body and smiled awkwardly.

"Hahaha." Behind Orach came the laughter of drunks.

"It's nothing. At least what you have here is cooked over fire, whether it's boiled or steamed. Don't you think it doesn't matter to my guys sitting on the floor? It was one of the most enjoyable afternoons we had in the trading land south of Talke. After a short exchange, Arno was able to tell that the centaur next to him was not a scheming person, and naturally opened the conversation.

"We thought you'd mind if it wasn't easy to sit and lie down here." Olach laughed, patting Arno on the shoulder like an old friend, "Come, let's have this drink." ”

"Just a drink?" A drunken middle-aged guy walked up to Orach and the One-Eyed Dragon with a wooden pot of wine, "Cook a pot for our whimsical captain!" ”

The one-eyed dragon stretched out a leg and stumbled slightly, and the middle-aged man fell directly to the ground. Then there was a burst of laughter.

"Good wine! I heard from the centaur guard who patrolled the town of Gudebai, and your aunt made this wine? Arnault, the cyclops, pursed his lips, savoring the sweetness of his mouth.

"Ota told you that! He's faster than my mouth. Olach smiled knowingly, "According to you Trians, I should call you Arno. I swear to our deity, Alex, that you will never taste such a delicious ale anywhere else, and it is my aunt's secret. Although his name is a little too vivid - Mare Dalen! ”

"Oh, I'm sure Segal II will fall in love with your aunt when he sees him. He always likes other people's wives. We chose to stay at this tavern not only because of the aroma of the wine. Arno lifted his blindfold and paused for a moment, bypassing the tavern, "The gentleman named Ota also told me that Monsieur Olach is the most honorable chieftain in the region of Gudebay, the personal companion of Tatek - the equivalent of a close confidant of our Duke's Royal Highness. ”

"His mouth was faster than I thought. It looks like you've gotten lost your way on the turns, and the Centaur King is at Gilberg's base camp in the Highlands, not in Goodbay. Orach teased the bald one-eyed dragon Arnault of Baron Perland beside him, holding his chin with a thick hand, and immediately put away his smile.

"Since it's a little inconvenient, I think our caravan will have to leave Goodbay for Yafen tomorrow." Arno's smile narrowed as the bald one-eyed dragon shrugged his shoulders helplessly, his mood was gradually bottoming out, "To be honest, Gilberg may lose a good opportunity to trade with the Trians throughout the Kingdom of Linston. ”

"I'm guessing you're here for the precious blue fluorite that we have in the Highlands. Most of the time, all these people who come to ask for blue fluorite eat the closed door of our parents. Olach turned around, and a burn on the right side of his face was clearly visible, making his face look unkind.

"Your previous decision was correct, for you Gilberg, blue fluorite is a precious treasure, and for us, blue fluorite is a high-value commodity. In your hearts, the value of blue fluorite has its own measure, and the same is true in our hearts. Since I have come to Gudebay for it, I have the confidence to allow you to make such a transaction and trade with me. No matter how precious the stone is, it can't play its due value. Aurach. Arno the one-eyed dragon turned his face in the same way, the only eye revealing the depths of his soul.

There was silence as Orach and Arno stared at each other, eye contact like light from both sides, penetrating each other's hearts and shooting back and forth with each other.

Aorach's clear eyes seemed to express the will of the soul, and Aurach reached out and pointed at Arno's chest and then his own, as if to say, "If you can walk the talk." ”

"Of course, there's no doubt about that." Arno touched his chest with one hand and winked at Aolaher.

The two of them blushed and laughed loudly in unison.

"Every time I trust you Trians like this, because I don't want to let go of any opportunity, but in the end, you Trians can't take the opportunity themselves. To be honest, I'm tired of requests like this. Orach shrugged, "Know that we value substantial cooperation, not gold coins that cost four or five hundred miles on the periphery. ”

"I guess you're right this time. I'll swagger out a few pieces of precious blue fluorite from your Highland Mountain base camp. And Chief Alec, the centaur king, would be happy to make such a deal with me, the cyclops. Especially my short friends. Arno put his hand over his mouth and smiled happily.

"Are you talking about the dwarves with the last name Dig?" Orach's expression was surprised.

"The dwarves there have a lot of surnames, and I don't know if there are any with the surname Dig, do you know the dwarves well?" Arnault looked at Olach in surprise.

"They used to live in Gudebay, but now they are all dead, and two years ago there was a horrible incident here, Alex's scourge descended from the sky, and those gray-skinned goblins invaded this place, killing almost all of the townspeople of Gudebai - there were Dig dwarves who claimed to be from the Black Mountain Fortress, and there were many Trian townspeople who lived here before I was born. It's just a pity. Olach sighed softly, looking lost, and seemed reluctant to mention the old Goodbay nightmare.

"You say this little town has provoked the legendary Lord of the Shadows, Trian? Oh, I think I'm listening to a legend full of tragedy, which I haven't seen in short. Alright, alright, let's leave it at that. We also hate the goblins that roam the forest, so let me express my condolences to the inhabitants who once lived here. Arno grabbed the wooden flask and quickly filled the glass, then picked it up and poured the fragrant ale on the floor.

"In addition, I have to say my request, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by cultural differences, I can only take you up to the high mountains." Orach finally agreed to Arno's request for the one-eyed dragon, "Please understand, Your Excellency. ”

"Of course, I won't be so reckless as to bring an armed caravan to your base camp, this is not a challenge, but a trade negotiation that is very important to us in the Trians and to you in the Highland Mountains Gilberg." Arno smiled, and in his heart, Orach was a young centaur worthy of respect. They sipped wine side by side and talked until the wanderer and guide quietly hung in the sky on the rooftop of the dense beech tavern.

As dawn approached, the beech forest behind the two centaur guards standing guard before was a rugged mountain road leading to the Iron Mine Ridge, and Arno did not ride a horse, but rode on Orach's back along the rugged mountain road to the Iron Mine Ridge. They met two or three centaur hunters who had arranged a trap hunt early on the Iron Mine Ridge, and after a few kind greetings, they continued on their way, and at sunrise they finally saw the most dangerous place between the Highland Mountains and the Iron Ore Ridge - the back of the great serpent that stood between the two mountains.

"You really know how to choose the location of the base camp, even if there are thousands of troops, but when you get here, you can only frown and beat your chest. I guess this is the rumored backbone of the Great Serpent among our Trians. Such a peculiar sight can only be seen in the Gudebai area. Looking around, the mountains of Qijun are layered on top of each other, and the morning mist is misty on top of the abyss, and the sky is full of sunset glow, and the fragrant air is even more coming. Arnault poured out his inner feelings, and he sighed at everything that happened here, and seemed to win the admiration of Ólaher.

"Your Excellency Baron Perland, can I say that you are well-informed? Because most of the visiting Trians before you would just praise the sunrise here, but they couldn't name the view. I've heard you Trians call this the Serpent's Backbone, but we have another name for it, Alex's Nose! Listen, listen to our Gilberg praise for this place. Orach's words were full of pride, and he couldn't help but recite the beautiful verse:

mottled tree shadows,

The beech forest moves with the wind,

Thousands of golden lights,

The newborn red sun broke through the clouds,

Shining with all the rays,

The Rainbow Bridge is in full swing.

The bridge of the nose of the gods,

and is illuminated to guide hope.

"The beautiful scenery with the verses is indeed refreshing. I can't imagine that although you and I are stepping on the abyss, we have such idle time to express our inner emotions in such a dangerous place, but this feeling is what I have been striving for, if I want to describe it in words, okay. All I can say is that it feels like a dance on the tip of a knife, dangerous but graceful; It's like a long road ahead, calm but full of unknown adventures. Man, I can feel a unique commonality between us, and we all have boiling adventurous blood in our bodies. Arnault slapped Olaher on the back like an old friend, even though they had known each other for no more than a day.

"yes, I wish Aggreko's parents would give me a chance like that." Orach nodded with a smile and couldn't help but sigh, "yes, life here is too peaceful." However, for most family members, it is happy. ”