Then, an Eltar stepped forward and took a sip from the bottle on the ground. The strong wine poured into his throat, and the burning sensation went straight to his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and he suddenly exhaled heavily, held the wine bottle high, and yelled at his companions behind him: "Ruta! ”

It didn't take long for Iron Slag to gain the initial trust of these Eltars with the help of a bottle of Richie VS. Then, he first took out a blanket from the canvas bags on both sides of the red comet and spread it on the ground, then took out some military metal lighters, marching cups, water bottles and other gadgets and put them on it, and then made a gesture of exchanging items.

"Ruta!" Seeing this, one of the Erta males turned around and yelled in the direction of the gathering place.

After a while, some children and Elta women came out of the gathering place, squatting in front of the small stalls and fiddling with the gadgets brought by the iron slag. Viewed from the side, the exposed skin of these Elta women is a reddish-copper, shiny in the afternoon sun. And they are generally more than two meters tall, and they can reach Qin Ke'er's standing height when they squat on the ground. Compared to human women, the shortest of them were half a head taller than the one-meter-nine Lena Euclis, and Lena was almost the tallest woman Iron Slag had seen in years. And not only women, but even the children of the Erta are taller and stout than him.

"Does anyone speak the lingua franca?" Iron Slag asked, gesturing. The Erta men standing in front of him shook their heads, indicating that they didn't understand.

At this moment, the little fat boy who first found him suddenly raised his head, held a lighter, and said with some difficulty: "Loose...... Pine...... Piece...... Piece...... I...... I...... Loosen me...... Number...... No. No. ......"

After a long time, Iron Slag finally understood, "Give it to me, okay?" Iron Slag then said, "Kaba." ”

"Kick ...... Kick me...... Kick me...... Kick me ......" said the little boy as he happily put away his lighter, then turned and ran towards the gathering place.

After a while, the little boy arrived with an older Elta male.

"Kaba." The little boy pointed to the iron slag, then to the lighter, and looked at the old man Elta. The latter stared at the iron slag for a moment, and then said, "Thank you, Merchant Havlin. ”

Havrin is the Elta term for a human being, which means "halfling" in the Elta language. In their eyes, they are the real "humans", and this miniature version of the humanoids who are only half their height is "Havlin".

"I want to see your leader." Since the other party can speak the lingua franca, there is no need for him to beat around the bush and make a request straight to the point.

"Please explain your purpose." Old Man Elta said in the lingua franca of Yincheng.

"I'm the new head of the Tyre Fortress, Sachio, and I want to be friends with the Eltas." Iron Slag said sincerely.

The old man nodded, then beckoned, motioning for the iron slag to follow him.

"Kaba." Iron Slag said as he faced the other Eltars and pointed to something on the ground.

"Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!"

As soon as the words fell, men, women, and children shouted excitedly, and some even wanted to step forward and push away the red comet. Iron Slag hurriedly waved his hand, then pointed to the red comet and said, "Mine, it's my ......"

The tall Elta man was suddenly a little unhappy, clasped his hands on his chest, and said with a frown: "Siruta, Sikaba, Sarah!" ”

Hearing the word "Sarah", Iron Slag's face froze on the spot, and he replied unceremoniously: "Sarah! ”

Seeing this, the old man turned back to the Elta man, who took a step back, gestured his middle finger at the iron slag, and walked away without looking back.

After this episode, Iron Slag, led by the old man Elta, walked into the gathering place. There were tents, fires, and black cauldrons perched on top of the fires. Some old Elta women in crimson robes stood in front of the cauldron, stirring the mushy food in the pot with a long wooden stick. When the iron slag passed, they all looked over, showing their yellow teeth and letting out a "hehe" laugh, as if they were looking at food. After a while, Iron Slag followed the old man to a white spired tent more than ten meters high, richly decorated and inlaid with gold wire, and walked in.

At this moment, the tent is lit with oil lamps, and by the orange-red firelight, it is very luxuriously decorated, with a rich carpet on the floor and beautifully patterned tapestries hanging around it, which is completely different from the dirty scene outside, as if you have stepped into another world.

However, as he lifted the curtain and entered the tent, he heard a rapid gasp from behind the tapestry in the depths of the tent. Listen closely, the wheezing sound is made by a man and a woman, accompanied by a "popping" sound. Iron Slag frowned suddenly, and was about to withdraw, but found that the old man Elta looked indifferent, not only did he not feel embarrassed by the inappropriate timing, but he felt a commonplace and disapproving feeling.

Then the old man lifted the tapestry that stood in front of him, and said to him, "Hammer, a Haflin wants to see you." ”

"Ask him to come over." With the sound of gasps, a deep male voice came from inside.

Since the other party doesn't mind, iron slag is a big man, so naturally there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He took two steps forward and walked to the side of the old man Elta, looking in with a blank face. In the orange-red firelight, I saw a burly and muscular Elta strong man standing naked on the carpet, surging back and forth, and below him was a good-looking Elta woman. From the aesthetic point of view of human beings, this Elta woman is an out-and-out beauty, with a charming melon seed face, a pair of pointed ears, a pair of large rippling eyes, and bronzed skin covered with fine beads of sweat that exudes an alluring lustre in the firelight. If she had to be compared, then she was at least at the same level as Mu Qianhe.

At this time, both people in the tent were sweating profusely. The man is standing, and the woman is half-lying on a desk, and the posture of the two is exactly what the legendary "old man pushes a cart".

"Little Havlin, what's the matter with me?" In the mouth of the old man Elta, the strong man named "Forge Fire Hammer" asked in the standard lingua franca of Silver City as he surged his body.

"My name is Sachio, the head of the Tyre Fortress, and I want to establish friendly diplomatic relations with the Eltas." Iron Slag calmly looked at the men and women in the battle, and said with an unchanged face.

"Go back, we Erta don't need Havlin's friends." The Flame Hammer Urn said angrily.

"As far as I know, the previous head of the Tyre Fortress had a good relationship with you." Iron Slag said.

"He's a true warrior, recognized by the Djinn Titans, not a weak Havrin like you." The Hammer turned around, pointed to the iron slag, and said, "A thin-armed, thin-legged Havrin like you can be crushed by our Elta warriors with one hand. After saying that, he opened his broad palm and grabbed it hard in the air, signaling to pinch the little Haflin in front of him into meat sauce. In his opinion, this Haflin was even thinner than the average Havlin, and his small toothpick-like body would shatter when he pinched it. The previous head of the Tyr Fortress was a strong man, two meters tall, barely enough for the short Elta male.

"Friend......" Iron Slag said with his hands crossed over his chest, and said lightly, "I can kick you away with one kick." ”

"Sarah!" Hearing the arrogant words of the little toothpick, the tall Flame Casting Hammer's face suddenly changed greatly, stopped his movements, pulled away from the body of the Elta woman, turned his head to look at the other party and shouted loudly.

Iron Slag didn't say a word, and immediately took a step forward, bowed his body and bent his arms, and put on a fighting posture.

"Wait......" Looking at the wolf-like eyes of the little toothpick, the Flame Hammer felt a chill for no reason, and quickly stretched out his arm to stop it, "Wait until I'm dressed." ”

"Okay." After saying that, Iron Slag put away his movements, turned around and walked out of the tent.

About twenty minutes later, in the open space in front of the leader's tent, a large group of Eltars was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of people here, among which the adult Erta men are the mainstay, and only a small number of children are mixed in, and there are no old people and women in sight.

At this moment, the leader, Flamehammer, was wearing a shiny half-length armor, standing on a large obsidian stone with his hands on his chest, staring solemnly at the front.

Iron Slag stood in the middle of the clearing, his eyes level, his tall figure standing still. However, his opponent had already changed, the same strong man who was about to push his locomotive away and pointed at him with the middle finger. According to the old man of Elta, this strong man of Elta's name is Gangzawa, and he is one of the guards of the Flame Hammer and the warrior of the Elta people.

"Sarah!" Gangzawa raised his hands in the air and shouted at the crowd of onlookers with his middle finger.

"Ruta!" "Ahh "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ahh Suddenly, the atmosphere in the stadium became extremely enthusiastic, and the onlookers shouted and shouted in response to their warrior Gangzawa.

At this moment, the iron slag struck without warning. I saw him bow his arm bent, step forward with his left foot, and kick hard with his right foot, and suddenly like an arrow off the string, he went straight to the door of the steel face. The latter's face froze, and he instinctively assumed a defensive posture. But before he could finish his movements, the iron slag had already deceived him, holding his right arm with his left hand, and hit it with the momentum of the rapid running!

This move is the ancient martial arts Baji Fist - Tieshan Lean.

In an instant, the iron slag was like a bamboo, turned around and stepped forward, and shook his shoulder, "Bang!" There was a muffled thud and slammed into Gangzawa's abdomen. In an instant, the three-meter-tall Erta strong man shot straight into the crowd of onlookers behind him like a giant cannonball, and in the midst of screams and angry scolding, he knocked over seven or eight strong men in a row before he could stop castration.