"Answer us. ”

The first centaur heard the praise, but his face was not moved at all: "Human, where are you from, and why are you here?"

Looking at the four guys who didn't eat flattery at all, Xin couldn't help but smile and leaned against the trunk of the tree, and shrugged his shoulders with the crescent halberd: "That, I'm from the Eastern Rift, and I heard that the forging process of the Centaur clan is not very good. ”

"What did you say?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the frowning of the Centaur clan on the left, and this guy immediately waved his spear and pointed at Xin and asked: "The forging process of the Centaur clan is second only to the mountain dwarf clan." You human. ”

As soon as Kyogen was halfway through speaking, they only heard a spell whispered from Xin's mouth, and the four of them immediately raised their spears and became vigilant. But when they saw that the crescent halberd instantly turned into an alloy long stick, they were shocked!

Seeing this, Xin couldn't help but smile slightly: "That, let me introduce myself, my name is Xin, and I am a puppeteer who is lost in the Cliffud Wasteland." Moreover, he is also a puppeteer with some research on metal. ”

Of the four centaur warriors, only the back half of the horse's body is covered with a long cloth, and the upper body of the entire human race does not have a trace of cloth. Although this can fully display the muscles, it also proves their poverty from the side.

The horse's body was covered with hair, and the sea breeze blew lightly at night, and Xin immediately felt a little too cool.

In the barren and dry desert, there should not be much wood to be found even by the sea. Even if they are really strong in smelting and forging, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and she can see at a glance that the other party is slapping a swollen face and becoming fat!

But now it's on someone else's turf, and it's always not good to expose the shortcomings in person. So Xin used a clear hint, and at the same time indicated his "important" identity.

Equal status or equal conditions, in order to sit together and talk about the conditions.

The chips he has now in his hand should be exactly what these centaurs need most.

He needs a tomahawk, and the other party needs good smelting skills. In fact, it is almost the same as in a nomadic village, it is a mutually beneficial and benign cooperation.

Of course, this also has a premise, that the Centaurs are not idiots who fish in the dry waters.

Otherwise, if you really have to rely on the strength of the crowd, in this scattered coconut grove, a mage deals with four knights, to be honest, he is really not necessarily at a disadvantage!

Sure enough, the big guy standing at the front twitched his ears slightly, and he looked at each other with his companions on both sides and nodded. Only then did he slowly soften and agreed, "Okay, human. Climb on my back and go back to the tribe to talk. ”

After saying that, he immediately turned his back to him and knelt down on all fours.

Seeing this, Xin immediately bowed his head slightly, and sat firmly on the back of the Centaur Clan, and when the other party slowly got up and carried him back to the north, Xin couldn't help but sigh with curiosity: "As a mage, I think every mage should have a friend of the Centaur Clan!

The warrior just glanced back at him, and suddenly bowed his legs and accelerated at the same time, and beckoned: "Hold on, we're going to speed up!"

Xin immediately grabbed the shoulders of the centaur clan with one hand, and his waist and legs firmly clamped the horse's belly, and the group of five quickly disappeared into the depths of the coconut grove in the dark.

The Centaur tribe is large, with hundreds of bonfires dotted as far as the eye can see. If every bonfire were like this, with two large and two small or two large and one small, the whole group would have numbered at least a thousand.

At this time, when he rode on the warrior's back into the tribe, he immediately became the focus of attention of the centaurs around him.

The other three warriors who came back together gave a brief explanation to the others, and those eyes gradually left Xin's side.

The only ones left were the Centaur kids, still looking at this strange guy who was missing half of his body and legs, and was very short.

After winding around the scattered thatched huts for more than ten minutes, the five of them came to a giant thatched hut with a dome.

The Centaur warrior knelt on the ground again, and Xin raised his leg sideways and easily dismounted, and the other party handed the spear into the hands of his companion, lifted the curtain and entered the grass hut.

This largest and most special thatched hut should be located in the middle of the east and west of the meadow. Even if he is not the king of the tribe, he must be a key character who can speak.

After waiting outside the door for less than a minute, the warrior opened the curtain again and came out: "Human, go in, our leader wants to see you." ”

The highest point in the thatched hut is about five meters, which makes Xin, a man of more than six feet, look particularly small. However, with the king of the centaur clan in front of him, who is nearly four meters tall and has a brown and red body like a jujube and is about two meters high, he looks a little narrow and low.

"The King. Xin touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, and greeted with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I am a puppeteer, named Xin." ”

"Hmm!" Looking down at the tiny human in front of him, the king of the Centaur clan nodded and replied, "I'm the tribal leader Spirit Hoof, I heard Feisu say, you are here to help us?"

"Forgive me, Lord Spirithoof. Xin immediately smiled and looked up and explained: "Because I want a Centaur thing, it can only be regarded as a deal for each to take what it needs." ”

"Deal?" Spirithoof immediately frowned when he heard this, "This reminds me of those greedy goblins, this leader doesn't like this word!"

"Ugh. The corners of Xin's mouth stiffened slightly, because in the oasis where the last few humans were killed, the big-eared monsters were besieging a group of goblins.

I didn't expect this king to resist the goblin, so he immediately smiled awkwardly and waved his hand, and explained for another reason: "It should be regarded as helping the tribe to complete the task, and then the Spirit Hoof King will use that thing as a reward." How?"

"What do you want?" Hearing this explanation, Lingho's face softened, nodded and immediately asked, "What can you do for us?" ”

Xin immediately pestled the alloy stick in his hand and said with a smile: "Any metal product that the tribe wants to build or repair, I can find a way to help you make it." Whatever!"

As soon as the words fell, the stick in his hand turned into a crescent halberd again, and Lingho's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at Xin's eyes and muttering: "I did feel the fluctuation of magic, so what do you want?"

"Centaur Tomahawk!"

"No!" Xin Gang put forward his conditions, and Lingho immediately refused without hesitation: "The battle axe is the bones of our ancestors, and the glorious symbol of the bravest warriors of the tribe!

"All the metal products of the tribe!" Xin immediately stretched out two fingers and shook them: "If you have metal minerals, I can also help you refine the metal!"

"No, I can't. Spirithoof's voice was a little hesitant, but he still shook his head and rejected the proposal.

Seeing this, Xin couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly: "No negotiation?"