As the gate of the camp in Tululu Village was opened, a whole line of mountain people poured out of it. They wore coats made of nitrate fur in temperatures close to freezing. However, looking at the extra fur armor pieces attached to key parts, these leather armors can also act as leather armor to a certain extent.

At the same time, Barrett noticed at first glance that these mountain people were quite different from the one named Stone who came to report the news. Unlike the helpers with sunken cheeks and bulging cheekbones, these mountain people who came out of the village in front of them are not full of red light, but they are not as reminiscent of nutrition as the former.

In a sense, these barely sturdy hunters or lumberjacks were in better health than some of the villages in Nohan, and the thin fields of the high mountains alone could not feed them, even with hunting and gathering.

In addition, according to Barrett's memory, such mountain villages, which are outside the control of the government, are generally short of salt. And these people in front of them obviously do not have this problem, which must be a stable and sufficient trade. And if you want the merchant to walk the mountain road for 4-5 days in a row to come here, there must be enough interests behind him to attract him.

However, the accumulation of ordinary mountain goods not only cannot be traded frequently, but also cannot arouse the enthusiasm of those business travelers. It can only show that there must be some kind of souvenir that can be bought at a high price in or around this Tululu village. And the specialty is either renewable or cannot be collected in a short period of time. Otherwise, long-term stable trade channels cannot be guaranteed.

It's really because of the variety of encounters he has experienced during the testing period that Barrett is now able to quickly find 3-5 similar examples in his head to explain the situation at hand. But the more this happened, the more uneasy Barrett felt in his heart. The stark contrast between the village itself and those who exclude those seeking help is hard not to think of intrigue.

As Stone walked half-hunched over to the mountain people, the group began to spread out in the middle. At the same time, an elderly man who was nearly fifty years old at a glance walked out from the center. The years have left marks on his cheeks, but the bright pupils prove that his spirit is still in its prime, far from the time when he is old and confused. Considering the hardships of life and circumstances, people tend to grow older. At the same time, the possibility that the other party is only in his 40s cannot be ruled out.

"Compound Bow! And more than that! Clematis, next to Barrett, muttered quietly.

Barrett's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly saw a clue from the bows on the backs of those mountain people. It was indeed a compound bow, and it was a compound longbow. And this kind of weapon is obviously not something that a mountain village far from the main civilization can make on its own. Even if there was a skilled bow-maker in the village, he would not be able to do it alone.

Because composite longbows are made from a combination of materials, many of which must be sourced from other places - a considerable part of the raw materials cannot be produced in-house in the environment of this mountain range. If the channel for purchasing raw materials is blocked again, there will really be craftsmen and clever women who can cook without rice. What's more, this approach does not have a price advantage compared to directly purchasing finished composite bows. Moreover, there is no need for a small mountain village to pay attention to any weapon self-sufficiency, so eighty percent of these military weapons are also brought to them by some merchants.

You must know that the price of each compound longbow is not cheap, and many adventurers have made do with ordinary single bows! The compound longbow in front of you is a great asset in itself. It's not like the kind of stuff that a small mountain village should have, as Stone said.

Of course, Barrett didn't notice this flaw for the first time. On the one hand, it is because of the distraction from other things, and on the other hand, because the enemies encountered in the recent battles are getting stronger and stronger, and weapons such as the compound longbow are already considered standard, and it is natural to ignore them in habit. And Klematis, the pastor of the 'Goddess of Wealth and Business' church, was the first to discover the problem because he always looked at the net worth of others at the first time.

"It's so much fun to be conscious." Barrett touched his chin, then walked over to Clematis and whispered, "Can you hear what they're talking about?" ”

Since that Stone returned to the stockade, the language he had spoken to his fellow mountain people was very different from the language the players were used to. This is supposed to be a local dialect - in the mountains, there are different winds for ten miles, and different customs for a hundred miles. It is also normal for two adjacent villages to have their own dialects. But how could that fellow Stone not be suspicious of what he was saying in dialect in front of himself as an outsider, even though he could speak the lingua franca!

"My newfound professional skills are aimed at business communication language." Kleimatis frowned, "As far as their conversation is concerned, they will be able to understand a few words. It doesn't connect at all. ”

Although the merchant jargon can help the golden-eyed envoy, it will not let the "language barrier" become a barrier to trade. However, the Golden-Eyed Emissary had to listen to an unfamiliar language for more than a minute, and pass a not difficult perceptual attribute check, before he could temporarily understand some of the basic uses of the language.

It also allows the Golden-Eyed Emissary to be able to express up to 20 concepts in the same language in a single day, such as "Attack", "Danger", "Friendship", "Safety", "Stop", "Trade", etc., which is enough for the Golden-Eyed Emissary to trade with the other party...... If the Golden-Eyed Emissary wishes to become familiar with a language that he has "temporarily understood" in the past month, he will receive a +2 bonus on his test.

"Looks like there's no way to play any side balls." At this point, Barrett turned his head to look at the mage, "Are you prepared to know the language?" ”

Rielie held out her finger, "It's already started over there, I don't think we're going to do it." ”

Looking in the direction Rielly was pointing, Jomley's mouth opened and closed slightly, apparently whispering to his companion as he translated. Knowing this, Barrett knew that he would only be able to ask the temporary teammate about the details until he was safe to do so.

Perhaps because of the presence of outsiders like Barrett, it is not so comfortable to communicate with each other even in dialects. So after a not-so-long exchange, the man, who looked to be in his 50s, pushed Stone away and walked in front of several of them.

Then the hoarse voice of his own, which seemed to be corrupted by smoke, said, "Welcome to Tululu Village!" I'm the village chief here, Farmery. The sun is about to go down today, so let's arrange for a few people to rest first. Hopefully, from tomorrow onwards, you will be able to resolve the threat to our village as soon as possible. ”

"It's not a big deal to solve the threat, but it's not easy to find that guy. Your village will have to send a guide to take us to its lair or to the area where it often moves. Barrett, who had been suspicious of someone's attitude before, deliberately accentuated his tone at this time: "Otherwise, there is no possibility of eliminating that threat." ”

Hearing this, the mountain representative's eyes immediately became a little sharp, but the skin and flesh of his face were too loose, making it too difficult to see any changes in his facial expression. The guy then walked over to Stone and began to ask through gritted teeth. A series of dialects followed, which were also not easily understood by Barrett and others.

After Stone's head shook his head in a series of ways, the village chief of Tululu Village even gave the other party a few mouths in front of the players and outsiders. It seems that he must feel that his subordinates are not doing well.

After solving the problem on his side, the village chief of Farmory turned his head back to Barrett: "Does someone have to lead the way?" ”

"Yes! You can't find that damn white dragon without anyone to lead the way. Instead of wasting time with you, we might as well go back. Seeing the natural look of the guy in front of him, Barrett's words were equally tough. And there is no room for the other party to turn around.

He didn't even pay attention to the possible dissatisfaction of the 'Good Dragon God' Church, and went straight up to the anal. It is because Barrett is not prepared and cannot compromise on such a critical issue. Otherwise, the next task would not have been completed at all, or it would have to be done at great cost, but that was certainly something Barrett did not want to see.

After all, although the players have taken on the mission of the 'Good Dragon God' Church this time, none of them are believers in the 'Good Dragon God' Church except for the halfling wanderer. Even the noodles of the internal members are not too enthusiastic about fighting the evil dragon because of the players. Therefore, many of the aborigines of the 'Dragon God of Good' Church are willing to pay the price, but the players are not willing to bear. Of course, considering the current position in front of him, this bad guy is only Barrett, who is the captain of the 'Bloodstained Gray Flower' mercenary group

came and did it.

In fact, Miss Venteris was clearly trying to say something about Barrett's tough attitude. But then her arm was grabbed by Chomley. And Alexis, the holy warrior on the side, raised his shield and walked to several people. Apparently they were equally disgusted by the attitude of Tululu Village.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave!" Village Chief Farmer raised his hand lightly as he spoke, and the mountain people behind him immediately opened their compound longbows.

After seeing the other party's performance, Barrett didn't hurry and laughed: "With those few miscellaneous fish, who are you threatening this dead old man?" Do you want to give it a try and see who can't bear the consequences? ”

Although these mountain people in front of them are hunting in the mountains, they should be considered good at playing with bows and arrows. But according to Barrett's estimates, at most it is not much different from the militia led by Boreham. It's almost impossible for these guys to pose a threat to their own group.

Are these mountain people really arrogant on their own one-third of an acre of land? It didn't look like they were completely isolated, didn't they know that the team that had come to deal with the dragons they couldn't compete with was not something they could contend with? With this in mind, the corners of Barrett's mouth curled slightly, and at the same time, he turned his back hand and slanted his eyes towards the village chief of Farmory. At the same time, the fingers behind the back gesture to prepare the companions for battle.

"You damned outsiders!" With such a roar, the compound longbows in the hands of those mountain people 'swished' and shot a series of arrows.

Seeing Barrett, who was attacking, a smile appeared on his face. Then he wiped the ring surface, and then the 'broken peak' fell into his hand out of thin air. One turned around and blocked himself in most of the arrow's flight path, and brandished 'Broken Peak' to turn it into a silver screen. With a 'pop' sound, the flying arrows were severed and all landed at Barrett's feet.

Immediately after that, there was a loud 'bang-', and a flame rose in the firing array on the mountaineer's left. The crimson rose spread outward against the strong mountain wind, roasting the flesh of the humanoid creature beneath its shroud. At the same time, the log wall behind them was also carbonized layer by layer in the boiling flames.

A moment later, a large charred hole appeared in the log wall, and in front of the hole, on the charred ground, several charred black humanoids were also invisible. Some of them have lost signs of life and are corpses. Although the remaining ones are still able to struggle to let out a faint 'groan', if they do not have the help of divine healing, they have already signed a contract with the god of death according to the current level of herbalism.

Rielly's fireball didn't just wipe out the mountainmen's famous archers. At the same time, because of this huge power, the remaining living ones cannot have the courage to fight against it for a while. The village chief of Tululu Village was staring blankly at all of this. Apparently unwilling to believe that this was true.

The player's response to the attack was resolute, and not just far beyond the imagination of the mountain people in front of them. Even the members of the Church of the Dragon God of Good were shocked when they saw the results. They really wanted the players to teach the 'god boss, my second' guy a lesson. But he never expected such a serious consequence - a dead man's way.

These aborigines, who are in the good camp, all frowned. At the same time, looking at the eyes of the 'blood-stained gray flowers', there was more or less a hint of blame. After all, in their opinion, it is actually impossible to play such a big one. (To be continued.) )