The bald one-eyed dragon left Unocal in a state of frustration after a quarrel with the Wood Elves, after selling his last box of goods and buying enough of Unocal's local products.

"Lord Arno, I don't think Elvenia, the kingdom of wood elves hidden in the forest, is not at all suitable for traders like us to trade. To be honest, we can't get along with these wood elves at all, the wood elves here are rigid and stiff, the wood elves here also restrict hunting, and the most disgusting thing is that they are not allowed to smoke, and I am already a Venus now. The men of Arno's smuggling caravan yawned incessantly, and from time to time reached out and touched the cigarette pouch hanging from his waist.

"If it weren't for the trade mission of Lord Walker of Ella and His Excellency Count Cullosius, and of course for the commission of His Excellency Baron Sharp, I would have been too lazy to come to this place full of trees—maples, El Tora trees, forest emeralds, tree trees, trees everywhere, ah, and all those treehouses everywhere! Long ears everywhere! I've got serious aesthetic fatigue! We also gave a lot of customs clearance duties in vain! Arnault, the bald one-eyed dragon, rubbed his head with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but say, "Look, I already have a headache when I look at the wooden buildings around me." It looks like an old-fashioned relic, doesn't it? ”

"We didn't attend the Summer Harvest celebration in Ervinia this time, so wouldn't it be a little rude for the trade caravan to be sent by His Royal Highness the Duke of Ella and His Excellency the Earl of Yafin?" Another fellow chimed in, and he was deflated at the sight of the ugly-faced bald-headed, one-eyed dragon caravan leader.

"Come on! We weren't the first to be rude, and since they didn't welcome the way we spoke, we didn't need to give them any good looks. I swear I'll never be tasked with doing business here next time, and the red-haired oak fist might be, but that guy is also in the Sharp Collar and it should be quite a pain in the ass. In short, the caravan I led no longer wanted to take this 'tempting' trade route, and I think that only a priest who likes to be quiet would choose to go to such an unbearable place! Not to mention, this was not our preferred trading place since the time of the Red Boar in Entle, but the Port of Havalo and Ironken Fort in Al Ain were, and the Mountain Rock Pass was completely open to me now. Tariff? To hell with his mother's tariffs! This is simply blocking the road, and it is clearly a robbery! A number of plausible 'justifications' have also been identified. Once the bald one-eyed dragon mentioned the Ain Dynasty, his eyebrows always fluttered, including the one-eyed one that also shot a brilliant light, as if he saw gold coins piled up in front of him, but in the end he still let out a loud fart, and even the guys around him couldn't help pinching their noses and frowning, "I think the only benefit may be that you don't have to pay for the hiring of a dart master." ”

Out of the royal city of Unocal of the Wood Elves, Baron Perland, the bald one-eyed dragon Arnault of the Earls of Yafen of the Kingdom of Forestton, directly led the smuggling caravan along the Phillett Avenue all the way north, he directly abandoned the original trade plan to set off to Sertal and then to Nildagon and Snowdan in the south of Erwinia, and left straight to Sheffield, the border town of Erwinia, full of purchased wood elf handicrafts.

As a condition for passing Sheffield, the one-eyed dragon Arno stuck out his tongue and paid the customs duty of 30 gold coins to the Wood Elf tax collectors who guarded the customs again, and scolded and yelled at the Wood Elf tax collectors, "Elwinia's tall long-eared guy, your wishful thinking is really good, I can remember, you are charging high tariffs in both directions!" I tell you, I am the esteemed Baron Perland under the throne of the Earl of Javin. I swear I'll give you Wood Elves the same treatment during your time in Yafen. ”

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Honorable Baron of the Trians. In accordance with our trade agreement with the Duke of Ella, we collect customs duties in accordance with the terms of the agreement. Sheffield's Wood Elf tax collector was in a confrontation, and he didn't see anything wrong with collecting customs duties normally.

"Oh, and I have to say thank you, then? Well, thanks. Welcome to Yafen for your caravans of Ervenia. So, hello no, is goodbye! Like a wounded one-eyed frog, the bald one-eyed dragon snorted and chirped with displeasure, and he patiently rolled over his horse and yelled angrily at his men, "What are you doing so slowly!" Are you going to let these goblins with long ears charge us another damn tariff? ”

"Oh, Lord Baron. You must have been overly worried. According to the terms of the agreement after the customs duties are collected, you can stay in Sheffield for as long as you want. "Sheffield's wood elf tax collector's ears are red, the bald one-eyed dragon who just got on the horse is a nobleman of the Kingdom of Rinston after all, and he doesn't want to have any physical friction with the Trians due to verbal disputes, and Sheffield Earl Glenn has an explanation for this," the enthusiastic Lord Sheffield Earl Glenn specially reminds us to provide you with dedicated service. ”

"I don't seem to be interested in spending any more time in this backcountry than a grain of sand flows. Your expenses here are higher than the extortion of our roadblockers, and you are truly dedicated to your service! It's not that I'm not too satisfied, it's that I'm too dissatisfied! And don't you think that the level of spending here is on par with the extravagant city of Palma in our kingdom of Limton? Oh, and I don't want to comment too much about the infrastructure and services, if any. I wonder if you hillbillies know what 30 gold coins can do with us? Gracefully charter the 'Monastery' and have a happy Talk month! The more the bald one-eyed dragon Arno spoke, the more angry he became, and he suddenly felt a sticky foreign object welling up from his throat, he turned his face, aimed at the inside of the wood elf tax collector's crossed legs, and squirted out the foreign body, opening his arms and explaining, "Oh, I'm sorry! The saliva slipped out of the mouth. ”

The tax collector's face was only red and white, and even the wood elf guard of the Sheffield Border Forest Patrol Brigade beside him couldn't help but hold down the handle of the vine belt next to the vine wood armor, and looked at the Trian caravan coldly, until the wood elf tax collector waved his hand lightly, which eased the tense friction between the two sides, "I suggest that Your Excellency the Baron of the Trian people pay attention to the respect that our Elwinian Wood Elf Kingdom gives you, and we don't want to have any fatal physical contact with you." I mean—you've just done something dangerous. ”

"Mr. Tax Collector, I'm sorry you don't know me very well, we used to be in the business of licking blood with the tip of a knife. I suggest your people go and collect the next wave of merchants' taxes. I don't seem to have much time to talk to you right now. I'm almost dry of your mouth. Arno sneered, as if he had forced a fierce anger back into his heart, "Guys, let's go, there's still a long way to go, ah, this horse is so big that I don't want to do anything here for the rest of my life!" ”

The Wood Elf Tax Collector's face turned pale, and his lips twitched in place.

Arno didn't mind the ugly faces of the wood elves, but nodded symbolically to the tax collector, and immediately hurried with the caravan south from Sheffield Town to the town, and from Sheffield Town to the north of the town without looking back.

Arno, the one-eyed dragon, was so angry for the first time, and he couldn't hold back his temper anymore since he left Sheffield Town, and the anger that welled up in his chest seemed to burn the surrounding El Tora fruit trees to ashes, and the scolding in his mouth was unprecedented for his fellows, and he didn't listen to the old ways of the wood elves, and by the way, the scoundrels of the tax collectors, and most of all, their greed.

"It's a failed trade road, and we've got 30% of our trade profits by these abominable tax collectors! I swear I will never take this trade route again, whoever wants to go, will go! Anyway, I'm not leaving! The one-eyed dragon took his pipe out of his pocket, and rode at the front of the caravan smoking a smoky cigarette, and from time to time he muffled into what seemed like a little madness.

"Your Excellency, let's calm our anger, after all, Elwinnia is already behind us, and we need to stop and discuss whether or not to go to Goodbay, which is controlled by the Centaur Chieftain." By the time Arno had calmed down a bit, the shadow of Mount Hawk was already in front of the caravan.

"Man, don't you see that I'm not in the mood at all? I think I've become disillusioned with the southern trading land. The one-eyed Arnault was a little depressed.

"Then, if your Excellency has no intention of going to the Gudebay area, we will proceed from the fork in the road on the left at the foot of Mount Hawk to the Great River Camp of Lindisfark." The guys didn't think there was anything wrong with Arno's decision, but they felt that his mood was a little low, and they nodded in agreement with such a view, after all, there were very few Trians in Goodbay Town, who had originally gone to do business, and it could almost be described as rare.

The signage of Hawk Hill is very convenient, although there are slight traces of being burned by fire, but the signs on it are still clearly legible, and the ruins of Tuon have begun to regain the traces of life, and the small saplings have broken through the thick ashes on the ground, and are desperately breaking out of the ground, and the bald one-eyed dragon, who does not want to say anything, just looks at the surrounding natural scenery depressedly, glances in the direction of Goodbay on the side of the fork in the road, and chooses another path to ride his horse alone far in front of the caravan.

"Your Excellency is really as angry as if you had eaten the black gunpowder in a cannon." The guys looked at the back of the rider in the distance and discussed, "It is estimated that the Ain Dynasty and Elvinia are simply very different, and our One-Eyed Dragon Lord is a little uncomfortable. ”

"Not to mention, I think the Wood Elves in Erwinia are terrible. Either way, the fart rhetoric, the light and outrageous food, the arrogant attitude that made you want to stretch out your fist to punch them, and all the hateful restrictions and rules - no fires, no lodging, no boots, no ...", the accompanying man shook his head, and turned his head to join the heated discussion of the guys, "leaving Erwinia, I just feel like a wild horse back to the vast grasslands, let's say—light a pinch of tobacco." ”

"Brothers, after another day or so, the Lindisfak River should be almost there." The men's exciting cheers rang out as the tall Mount Hawke rose from beside them.

The arrangement of trees became more and more loose, a few dilapidated logging houses were hidden on both sides of the road, and the crackling flames on the stone bonfires outside the logging houses were faintly sitting, and a few Trian lumberjacks dressed in tatters sat around, and the loggers seemed to be talking about the Gudebai and the blue fluorite of the Gudebai centaurs, and occasionally a few farmers in tattered clothes waved to them.

"Oh, what the hell! Anger is a sin in the Book of Arcana, and I almost got carried away with it! Although the town of Goodbay is poor, it is said that the Centaur King can provide a small amount of blue fluorite for trading. This thing is a high-priced treasure everywhere in the Talk continent. Arno's eyes were fixed on the burning bonfire, and he patted his head as if he had suddenly realized something, only to see that he immediately grabbed the reins, and his men looked at each other, and couldn't help but subconsciously touch the saber handle at his waist, "Guys, my employees, I think we should turn back, I think I should also go to the Gudebai region, we should go there to visit another of our allies, the chief of the centaurs!" I heard that he was a hospitable man. ”