Chapter 937: Branches and Main Lines (4)

"This ...... It was his mistake that showed that he was not yet a qualified chieftain successor. Chief Orla frankly admitted, "Say, what kind of reparations do you want?" ”

"I want you to make a promise," I said, "to return all the looted grain and to send men to protect the Taha tribe until they grow new grain." ”

"There's no problem with that!" "It's just that I've promised before, and you should have something else to ask for." ”

"Of course," I said, "these are some magical seeds, which grow very quickly and have a high yield, and at the same time, they can also refine a very precious alchemy material, but they can only have this special effect if they are cultivated in the oasis of the Taha tribe, so I need you to promise not to interfere with, and even help them, your son's life will be tied to the Taha tribe, and if the Taha tribe is gone, your son's life will also be gone!" ”

Chief Orla became a little cautious.

"The oasis where the Taha tribe is located is too barren and the road is not very close," he said, "and it would be too expensive for us to send people to protect it for a long time, so it would be better to let them move here......

"I said that only their oasis can grow the alchemy materials I want," I said, "as for how to protect it, it's your business, I could have left a powerful magic array in the Taha tribe, if it weren't for the delay of the main plane...... Hum! ”

Seeing that my tone was not good, Chief Orla suddenly understood, and said, "This, we will do our best." ”

"It's not the best effort, it's the must," I said, "and I saved your son's life, and I have the right to let him do it, and I don't mind a curse on him if you don't keep your promise!" ”

Chief Orla finally became nervous and said, "You, it turns out that you have expected it a long time ago......"

"As you may think, I'm not a kind and benevolent sage, I'm just a magician," I said, "and it's a fair offer, and you've promised it." ”

Chief Orla hesitated, but gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, when Chaha recovers, I will fulfill my promise." ”

"Don't play tricks on me," I said, "if he's unlucky and doesn't recover for a year, will you be able to pay the bills?" ”

"We ...... I won't be on the wrong ......," said a weak voice.

It was Zaha, the youngest son of Chief Orla, who spoke.

He woke up.

"It's not good to force yourself to speak......," Leo said, "and it's easy to vomit blood." ”

"Chaha!" Chief Orla cried out in surprise and reached out to help Chaha.

"Poof!" Chaha spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ahh Chief Orla exclaimed.

"I said don't touch him," I said, "and he's still very weak, and he won't recover until tomorrow." ”

"Ah, I, it's all my fault......" Chief Orla was a little panicked at this moment, but he looked like a father a little.

"That's it!" I waved my hand, "It seems that the matter is already clear, just confess your sins and remember my name, Bijon Bloodhammer." ”

The corners of Chaha's mouth were bleeding, and he struggled to get up, knelt on all fours, still straightened his back, and said, "You, you are the Minotaur Wizard Bihon ...... that Taha said."

"Why, if you haven't heard my name, you can do whatever you want?" I sneered, "You should have heard that just now, right?" ”

"I'll do it......" Chaha said.

"That's good," I said, "protect the Taha tribe, and if they're finished, you'll be finished!" ”

With that, I took Ricardo and Tyrannosaurus Rex and disappeared in place.

Chief Orla looked at the place where I disappeared in amazement, and the people around the team for a long time said, "You guys, come and bring Chaha back, you, and a few of you, are going to the car of the Taha tribe!" ”

As his men began to get busy, several priests came up to discuss with Chief Orla what to do with the Taha tribe.

"It would be good to send a dozen people first, and the tribes around the Taha tribe should not dare to mess around when they see us," said Chief Orla, "and that's the only way for the time being." ”

A priest seemed to have something to say, and Chief Orla said, "Go and ask the lord what kind of character this Bijon Bloodhammer is, a minotaur, who has become a magician......"

"Father......" Chaha, who was carried on a stretcher, hurriedly said, "those seeds ......"

"I know......" Orla waved her hand, looked around with her eyes, and said no, "You have a good rest, I will arrange it, you are not a chief yet, many things should be decided by me!" ”

I was just underground, watching it all.

Soon after, the Orla tribe prepared food to compensate the Taha tribe, but he did not rush to send his son to the Taha tribe, but quietly sent someone to send some of the seeds to a secret place and ordered people to start planting.

All of this was expected by Leo and me.

That's what we want.

Before doing everything, Chief Orla also asked an elderly priest to do a divination, and the priest said: "The minotaur magician will not care about our private planting, he only wants to grow it from the Taha tribe, but this grain is very important to us!" ”

Of course, I knew that food was important to them, and that was part of the outreach plan......

This part of the improved seeds will spread in the wasteland plane, and there is even a small probability that it will flow to the main plane, but this is not my main purpose, after all, the main plane has already been arranged.

The purpose of our trip was originally just to promote the seeds, but we accidentally collected the divine power of the Carthusian True God that had fallen a long time ago, which can be regarded as an unexpected harvest, and even a reward at the main quest level.

So, I'm very satisfied with what I have learned.

As for what will happen later, we will have to wait for a while.

After a long time, I was sure that the Orla tribe had already started to steal seeds, and I wanted to find out what they called "the adult", but unexpectedly, the person came directly to the Orla tribe.

This person is half an acquaintance.

The middleman who called Ricardo to the box, the broker.

This guy is not actually a powerful magician, but the people of the Orla tribe are extremely respectful to him, and it can be seen that they are not actually looking at this person, but the organization behind this person.

It's not hard to explain - the regular human mage community doesn't look down on the barren properties of this desolate plane, and only these broker organizations that don't see much light are willing to come and catch some fish that slip through the net.

It's actually very similar to my hometown, where the goblin merchant who comes every year to buy goods is doing this kind of business.

Having said that, non-human mages like me are not valued in the trading market plane or even in other planes, and it has little to do with strength, it is purely that people from the heterotopic plane are used to seeing the strength of human mages, and they acquiesce to the mages of other races. Even the elven magicians have suffered in numbers.

Thinking about it this way, I also understand why I and this intermediary are treated differently.

The middleman came here to buy some local specialties and several rare alchemy ores on a regular basis, and he didn't want to stay long, as if he was very impatient with the desolate environment and harsh climate here, like pinching his nose to go to a stinky place to get something.

Chief Orla and the oldest priest inquired cautiously, and the intermediary was a little puzzled at first: "Minotaur magician? Bijon Bloodhammer? Haven't heard of ......."

Chief Orla and the old priest seemed a little disappointed, or a little annoyed.

In the middle, one suddenly said, "Ah, I remembered!" The new shop of the Persimeda Chamber of Commerce, well, is a minotaur magician, and a goblin, both of which are outliers of Santas......"

Saying this, Chief Orla showed a panicked look on his face again, and hurriedly inquired about the Persimeda Chamber of Commerce.

The intermediary was also a little panicked this time: "You provoked the partners of the Permeda Chamber of Commerce?" It's troublesome, and I don't know what's going on, Elder Yuris actually cooperated with Santas's aliens, the Persimeda Chamber of Commerce, our organization is not as good as a shop...... You don't really offend him, do you? The implication seems to be a little jealous, as if he is afraid that he will be implicated if he does business with the Orla tribe again.

Chief Orla and the old priest explained again and again, that I was gone.

Then the intermediary said, "Don't offend him, or I may be the last time I come to you!" ”

Chief Orla hastened to assure them that I had forgiven them, otherwise the Orla tribe would not have been unharmed, and the intermediary took the goods suspiciously and left.

Chief Orla and several of the old priests looked at each other, and they all touched their foreheads with some fear.

That's the end of it, it's time for me to go.

The next stop, of course, is the megalithic forest plane.

We teleported directly to the bottom of the canyon, at the entrance to the Red Furnace Ash Dwarven Tribe.

This group of guys is a good helper for ironsmithing, but the ecological circle under the farm plane cannot accommodate so many people, besides, in the future, we will take the route of industrial metallurgy, and it is not a good deal to raise such a group of blacksmiths.

However, if a blacksmith can learn scientific knowledge, especially chemical expertise, he can become an excellent talent in modern heavy industry, which is a worthwhile investment.

So, all we have to do is to "enlighten" these people with flawed personalities and make them a little more rational.

Wait until the underground core and mineral plane have established a relatively stable ecosystem, and then let them move in.

The "Enlightenment" process went smoothly, and then we headed straight to the territory of the mine goblins.