After another half a day's journey, Moriarty followed the cavemen through a complex and precipitous jungle of rock shoots, and finally entered a super cave with flat and wide terrain, which was like another small plain.

From afar, I saw many cave people toiling and busy on the plains.

And the object of their cultivation is the most basic and important food crop in the underground world - "wheat clothing".

Unlike wheat or oats on the ground, wheat does not produce tassels, but is shaped like a slender thread that grows on the ground and requires little light. As for the starchy fruit of the wheat coat, it grows on the strips of wheat silk, like a pearl necklace.

According to Pokesi, if properly cared for, wheat fields can reach one crop per season, and the yield per mu is mostly more than 500 kilograms. And hearing such a high yield, Moriarty couldn't help but be amazed. You must know that even the most fertile western black soil cultivated land in Erathia can only be harvested twice a year, and the yield per mu does not exceed 300 kilograms, not to mention the "barren areas" such as Krulod and Bracada, which are not ideal in geography or climate, and what "half a ton per mu" is simply a fantasy of the big satellite.

In this way, it is no wonder that the cavemen are called "Nigon farmers". With their high skill in growing wheat coats and the high yield of wheat coats themselves, the cavemen can indeed feed most of the natives of the underground world. It's a pity that the cavemen have always been unable to use force, so even if they grow more food, most of it will be collected by other strong clans as a "protection-fee".

Beyond the vast fields of wheat clothing, and go further. A towering hill stands in the center of the cave, like a natural fortress guarding the plain.

Even from a long distance, Moriarty could see a gray and black column of smoke rising from the top of the hill, accompanied by a faint fire. It stands out in the dim underworld.

Come to think of it, this is where the so-called "melting pot" is.

Moriarty looked out at the hills thoughtfully.

When they saw the return of the small caravan led by Pokos, the cavemen in the fields immediately cheered and gathered around in twos and threes. However, after seeing a strange stranger in the group, the generally timid cavemen stopped one after another, and only stopped from a distance to watch.

"Master, please wait. I'll go and report first. And ask the Tartar Elders to come and greet you personally. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Pocos had the group stay on the outskirts of the plain while confronting Moriarty.

"It's fine." Moriarty nodded.

So Pocos hurried to the troglodyte village scattered in a circle under the hills. And it didn't take long. The cave hunter hurried back again. And it was followed by an elder caveman. Old, one-armed, with a black fern spear. It seems that he is in his last years, but his movements are abnormal, and he effortlessly follows the rush all the way.

Level 8 Cave Hunter?

Don't even wait for the old man of the cave man to get close. Moriarty was already keenly aware that the other party was actually a powerful pinnacle mid-rank combat officer. It's just that due to old age and disability, the actual combat power of this caveman old man has been greatly reduced, and it should be comparable to an ordinary sixth-level warrior, no wonder he can become the leader of a medium-sized caveman tribe.

"Elder Tartar, excuse me, I'm a lost traveler and want to take a break in your tribe." Moriarty didn't wait for the old caveman to approach, he took the initiative to greet him, and smiled.

"Hello, honorable master, thank you for saving my child from under the fangs of the newt. It is a great pleasure for you to visit the Greyback Tribe. Obviously, Elder Tartar had also learned the general situation and who Moriarty was from Pokos, so he was also smiling and polite.

Then, you and I came and went, and the old man of the caveman accompanied the guests in the direction of the tribe, and at the same time ordered the men to prepare a welcome banquet. In this regard, Bokesi's response was the most positive, and he rushed back to arrange it first.

Unlike the various houses on the ground, the cavemen's dwellings are uniformly semi-circular, roughly like an upside-down bowl, with no doors, windows, or chimneys or other external passages except for a small entrance. It is said that this form of architecture is not only simple and easy to build, but also minimizes loopholes and effectively defends against foreign enemies. Therefore, it belongs to one of the hard-won ethnic traditions of cavemen.

However, for Moriarty, the caveman's house was too low, and because of the poor ventilation and the smell inside, he was not interested in squeezing in as a guest.

"I'm sorry, Master Moriarty, but our house is too small to entertain you in the open air." The caveman old man was also so sorry.

"It's nothing, I'm bothering you." Moriarty waved his hand and smiled.

Then, the host and the guest sat on the straw mat that had just been arranged in an open space. This mat is made of wheat silk after the wheat coat has been stripped of the fruit, which looks simple, but it is soft and insulated when you sit on it, and it has the unique and simple flavor of cavemen.

"Master, please try our own moss wine, quench your thirst, taste good, and quench your fatigue, those adults in the city like it." Although cavemen are timid by nature, they are very hospitable. Because of the inconvenience of his hands and feet, the Tartar Elder ordered Bo Kesi to hold the lamp for the guests.

Holding up a heavy wine glass made of cast iron, I saw that the liquor in it was slightly green, and it looked very cloudy. But when you take a sip on your head, you can smell a sweet fragrance, with a slight cool taste, which makes people smell it and fill their mouths.

After a first-level "identification" was made to determine that there was no problem with the wine, Moriarty raised his glass and drank it.

In the mouth, the syrup first tasted a slightly spicy slice, like mint coating the tongue. But then, the spicy taste faded and the fragrance returned, like a cloud of smoke slowly wrapping around the mouth. After that, the fragrance becomes stronger, and the aroma of the wine becomes more and more mellow, revealing the sweetness of the grain and penetrating the heart.

"What a wine!"

The liquor fell down his throat, and Moriarty exhaled a long breath of wine, and his intuition couldn't help but refresh his spirit.

"Hehe, if the master likes it, please drink a few more quilts." Immediately, Pocos, who was standing on the side, refilled the glass of wine for the guests.

"Master Moriarty, try this wheat rice again, it looks ordinary, but it is fried with freshly beaten wheat coating, and the meat mushroom is added, it tastes really good."

After a few exchanges, the caveman who was waiting on the side brought a large pot of fried wheat rice. I saw that one of the rice grains was the size of a bead, and the whole body was snow-white and smooth, and it was actually fried with whole wheat coating. And between the rice grains, there are pieces of black toppings, which seem to be meat but not meat, like vegetables and not vegetables, but they are strangely fragrant.

Moriarty scooped a spoonful into his mouth, only to find that although the rice was large, it was very soft and glutinous; The black mushroom melts in the mouth, has the fresh flavor of meat, and is fat but not greasy. Moriarty, who had been eating dry food for many days, couldn't help but move the spoon again and again, and ate until his stomach was round. And seeing that the other party was eating sweetly, the caveman old man couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Later, when Moriarty had finished eating, Pocos graciously offered another glass of moss wine to digest it.

"Elder Tartar, thank you for your hospitality, this wheat rice and this moss wine are rare delicacy."

"Hehe, master, if you like it." The caveman old man was also smiling.

"Elder, I heard from you just now that even the 'adults in the city' like this moss wine. I don't know which city it is and which adults like it? Taking another sip of wine, Moriarty asked suddenly.

"This—" I didn't expect the other party to suddenly ask, and Tartar couldn't help but be stunned.

"The ones of the 'fallen stars'... Phew. ”

However, at this moment, Pokesi, who had been standing aside, had already spoken. Immediately, Tartar glared at the other party heavily, and Pocos was immediately silent.

"Oh? Is there anything inconvenient to say? Seeing this, Moriarty smiled, but his expression turned solemn.

"There's nothing inconvenient about it." The Tartar Elder became an elder, and naturally saw that the other party seemed to think that he was hiding something, so he smiled bitterly again, and said, "It's okay to sue Master Sù, in fact, our 'Grayback Tribe' is a vassal subordinate to the dungeon 'Fallen Star'. Every year, they have to pay tribute to the elves in the dungeon, such as wheat clothes and moss, and sometimes they have to work for the adults, so as to seek some peace. ”

As he spoke, the caveman sighed softly, as if he thought of the heavy servitude and taxes that were pressed on his back.

"'Fallen Stars'? Is this the largest dungeon in the neighborhood? Moriarty's eyes lit up and he asked again.

"Not the biggest. There is also a dungeon 'Dark Neon' that is about the same size, but it is divided by 'Big Eyes' and Elves Lord, and it is very chaotic, compared to the 'Fallen Stars' order is unified, and the army is also powerful. "Now that the words have been spoken, the Tartar Tower no longer hides it, and there is one thing to say.

"I see, there is still a dungeon."

Moriarty nodded, and it seemed that there was one more choice. As for the chaos that the caveman old man said, hehe, it can also be regarded as more opportunities, at least more than a single "fallen star" to exploit loopholes. As for the danger that chaos may bring, Moriarty is not afraid, the abyss world is respected by the strong, as long as the fist is big enough, you can get the desired qiē, this is the rule of Nigon.

"If I want to go to Dark Neon, how do I get there?" Moriarty thought for a moment and asked directly.

"It's not going to be easy." The Tartar immediately shook its head.

"Why?"

"The road to 'Dark Neon' is very difficult, you have to go through a labyrinthine cave tunnel, and you can't get through it without people who are familiar with geography. And on the way, you will encounter some abyss beasts, monsters, and even wandering warriors who come out of the dungeon, and they will kill people at will. The old man of the cave seemed to be very jealous of this chaotic dungeon, and hurriedly persuaded him.

"Is there really no way? Or if someone in your tribe knows the way, I can hire him as my guide at a high price. ”

As he spoke, Moriarty took out a "+1 sharp" dagger and placed it in front of the Tartar Tower, and such magical equipment is also a rare good thing in the underground world, and it is naturally a high-priced thing.

When he saw the dagger, Bo Kesi's eyes immediately lit up. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry, yesterday's chapter was supposed to be "Chapter 351", but it was written as three hundred and fifty. It is hereby clarified.