"Master Moriarty, I..."

Fascinated by the magic props, Pocos almost blurted out.

"Shut up!"

However, the Tartar Elder on the other side followed with a loud shout, completely interrupting the words of the fifth-level cave hunter. Seeing the tribal leader so angry, Pocos didn't dare to say anything more, and then retreated under the forced gaze of the Tartar.

"Elder, do you have any scruples? Or is it unspeakable? ”

After Pocos walked away, Tartar himself poured a glass of wine for Moriarty with one arm as an apology. Seeing this, Moriarty was not easy to force, so he could only ask euphemistically.

"To tell you the truth, I and a few young men know the road to 'Dark Nicai', but I really don't dare to go." The caveman was embarrassed by the old man.

"Why? Is it a fear of danger? ”

"Danger is one thing, as I said, Dark Neon is a chaotic place that I used to sneak there when I was young and almost never came back. And this arm of mine is just lost there. ”

Speaking of this, the Tartar couldn't help but let out another long sigh. No wonder it has a psychological shadow on the "dark neon color", it turns out that it is the sad place of the old caveman, and it is unbearable to look back.

"And in addition to the danger, more importantly, the elves of the 'Fallen Stars' have already issued a strict order to prohibit us, the vassal tribes, from coming into contact with the 'Dark Neon Color', otherwise once discovered, they will be punished for the crime of collaborating with the enemy, and the entire clan will be razed immediately and severely punished."

"I see."

It seems that the true knot in the heart of the caveman old man lies in the death threat of the dark elves. So I don't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"Since the 'Fallen Stars' has such an order, I can't force it." Moriarty nodded.

"Thank you, Master, for your understanding."

Seeing that the other party was so reasonable, Tartar was immediately overjoyed. According to the practice of the underworld, if the request of the strong is rejected by the weak, it means a slap in the face in public, and then the war naturally begins. But he didn't expect Moriarty to "let it go gently" like this, and the caveman old man couldn't help but let go of his heart.

"So, who else but your tribe knows the way?" However, Moriarty did not give up. Asked again.

"This. There's more, it's just..."

"Just what?" Seeing that the Tartar was finally a little relieved, Moriarty immediately asked.

"It's just that you may not be able to move, master." The old caveman said strangely.

"Oh. Who is it? ”

Moriarty raised an eyebrow. But he doesn't care about the other party's "doubts". Anyway, there are two kinds of persuasion: "literary persuasion" and "military persuasion", and he is confident that he is good at them.

"It's those 'bullheads' on the 'Furnace Hills.'" Tartar glanced at the other again, then turned and pointed to the hill behind him.

"You mean there's a Minotaur on this mountain?"

Moriarty also looked at the hills. and the gray smoke that kept tumbling, and my heart moved. The Naminotaur is the Minotaur, one of the most powerful races in the underworld.

"Yes." The Tartar nodded: "This 'Furnace Hill' is actually an exposed crater of fire, and a 'bull' moved here from elsewhere two hundred years ago and 'occupied' it. ”

When he said the word "occupy", the old man of the cave couldn't help but sigh slightly. It seems that Tao's so-called "occupation" was not so civilized back then, and most of them were received from the "grayback tribe" with half friendship and half force. However, the outcrop of the Earthfire lava is a valuable asset in the Abyssal World, which can be used as a source of heat, lighting, and warmth, and is also a natural metal smelting ground and raw material gathering place, which is a strategic and precious resource. So, if it weren't for the Minotaur to occupy it, this "furnace hill" would not have been able to stay in the hands of the cavemen for long.

"But it's not bad, there are 'bull heads' living on the mountain, and some abyss beasts and thieves don't dare to come here to spread wild. Moreover, every once in a while, we also used grain to exchange some iron tools from the 'bull's head', and took it out and resold it to make a lot of money. As if fearing that his earlier complaint might be known to the Minotaurs, Tartar hurriedly told him a carload of "good things".

"That's right." Moriarty nodded.

Obviously, although the foreign pottery was first snatched from the troglodytes of the "furnace hills" and belonged to the work of robbers, it gradually developed into a co-prosperity situation of "mutual care and harmonious development" between the troglodytes and the minotaurs. In general, it is the Minotaur who watches the field and ensures that the local situation is stable, while the caveman pays some rations in exchange for some eliminated groceries and sells them for a small amount of money. It's also happy, hello and I'm good.

"So, is this Minotaur also a vassal of the 'Fallen Stars'?"

'No!' The relationship between the bull head and the elves has always been bad. It's just that those big guys can really fight, so the elves turn a blind eye to them, as long as they don't make trouble. ”

As he spoke, the Tatar snorted again, probably very envious of the "preferential self-governance treatment" enjoyed by the Minotaurs. But if the weak caveman wants to do the same gourd, he will definitely be killed by the dark elves on the spot.

"It's not a vassal of the 'Fallen Stars', well, it's self-reliant." Moriarty smiled, "As long as these Minotaurs recognize the way to the Dark Neon, I can hire them." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." The old caveman shook his head not very optimistically.

"How?"

"'Bullheads' are generally very xenophobic and don't trust outsiders."

"It's okay, let's talk about it first." Moriarty was still full of confidence: "It's just that I still want to ask the elder for a recommendation." ”

"This... All right. ”

Seeing that the other party was so insistent, Tartar could only agree. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it succeeds or not, as long as you come forward and bring people there.

"Well, then please, I hope the sooner the better." With that, Moriarty stood up.

"Okay." Seeing that the other party was so anxious, the old caveman had no choice but to get up, but pointed to the "+1 sharp" dagger that was still in front of him: "This..."

"Hehe, thanks to your hospitality and help, please accept this little thing." Moriarty glanced at the prop and immediately smiled heartily.

"It's... Thank you so much, Master! ”

I didn't expect the other party to be so generous, and the magic equipment was given away, which was really wealthy. Coupled with Moriarty's great strength, Tartar was already convinced by this outsider who had just met.

After removing the wine and food, and cleaning up his face with the water brought by the caveman, Moriarty, accompanied by the old caveman, went up to the "Furnace Hill".

Generally speaking, this hill in the center of the plain is not very majestic, only more than 100 meters high, but it is superior to the steep and rocky mountain. Except for the only trail that can be used up and down, the rest of the mountains are rocky slopes of almost eighty or ninety degrees, and ordinary people are unable to climb up at all, which can be described as easy to defend and difficult to attack.

It is conceivable that on such a hill with dangerous terrain is stationed a powerful Minotaur tribe, which is truly invincible. Even if the powerful "Fallen Star" wants to send troops to encircle and suppress it, I am afraid that it will have to pay a heavy price to attack. That's why the minotaur is allowed to live happily here like now, but the dark elves deliberately ignore it, as long as the other party "pulls the flag and rebels" without explanation.

Although the 100-meter hilly road is dangerous, it is not long after all, and under the leadership of the Tartar Tower, it will soon come to the halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, a burly and sturdy minotaur with a height of almost three meters suddenly jumped down from a higher platform and smashed like a meteorite in front of the caveman old man and Moriarty.

"Stop!" The Minotaur has a loud voice with a heavy "buzzing" sound, which makes people feel cochlear heaviness when they listen to it.

"Ah, it's d'Artagnan." Seeing the other party coming from the sky, although the Tartar Tower was not surprised, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Elder Tartar, is there anything wrong with coming up the mountain? Also, who is this guy? ”

Although the minotaur in front of him looks very young, and his strength is only a sixth-level totem fighter, which is inferior to the old caveman, but there is no respect for the old man's demeanor and tone, which can be said to be casual and not very polite. Of course, this was due to the natural rough temperament of the Minotaurs and the natural contempt of the Minotaurs for the timid and weak cave people. Even if the other party is a tribal leader, even if the other party's strength is not bad, but out of some habitual thinking, this bull-headed young man still regards the old caveman as a weakling.

"So, this Moriarty Master saved Pocoth's caravan from the siege of the Wolf Newt herd, and is now a guest of our 'Grayback Tribe'. Because the master wants to go to the 'Dark Neon', he hopes to find a guide to lead him. I recommended to him to come to the Furnace Hill and ask. ”

However, the Tartar Elder didn't seem to care about the impoliteness of the Minotaurs, and it could be said that he had long been used to it, so he introduced it directly.

"Master? Can you repel a few newts and dare to call yourself a master? ”

D'Artagnan didn't seem to care what the old caveman was talking about, but when he saw that the strange-looking stranger on the other side was quite respected by the leader of the cavemen, and seemed to be able to fight, he already showed an eager look, and immediately stepped in front of Moriarty, pointed at the thick battle axe in his hand, and shouted.

"I'm not a master, just a lost traveler looking to hire a guide from your tribe to take me to the Dark Neon. Of course, I will pay a full honorarium for this. ”

Pointed at his nose by a bronze battle axe large enough to be used as a shield, Moriarty smiled unconcernedly and said slowly.

"Hmph, full honorarium? What a big breath! ”

In contrast to the dark elves, who were accustomed to luxurious material comforts, the Minotaur's racial attitude was one of simplicity and nature, and rather despised treacherous merchants or some flaunting wealth.

That's why when he heard that Moriarty was going to spend money to hire someone, the minotaur was already unhappy, and immediately yelled: "I don't care what you're doing here." If you want to go up the mountain, you have to fight with me, or you will go back where you came from! ”

"Oh? How do you want to fight? ”

Moriarty looked at the young minotaur named d'Artagnan in front of him and smiled again. (To be continued......)