The corpses of hundreds of cavemen fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing from beneath them, making the cave even more damp.

The smell of blood filled the entire space, and it was no more than on the ground, and the smell could accumulate for a long time. Barrett rubbed his nose, he didn't hate the smell, on the contrary, he liked it a little. The smell of blood-soaked earth passed from his nostrils and into his brain, keeping his spirit excited on a superficial level.

The Cave Chief, commanding his kindred, laboriously piled the corpses in the corners of the cave. Barrett didn't know if these guys had a habit of devouring their own kind, and the food underground was relatively scarce, and a wise leader might not waste it.

"What are we waiting for?" Weimar walked behind him, covering his left cheek, "Do they still want to invite us to dinner?"

"They do have this idea. "But I was rejected by my own decision." I don't think any of us here are going to eat those bitter mosses, mushrooms of unknown toxicity, and round underground worms. By the way, Taka, the patriarch of the cave people, also said that if we accept the invitation, he will give us a treasure trove of delicious dried toads as a sign of his hospitality. Seriously, when it said it was going to give us dried toads, I obviously felt that it hesitated for a long time, probably for the sake of us helping it win the battle, and finally made up its mind. ”

"I thought it was so determined to give us some sausages. Barrett quipped, "That's what makes its tribe a little more worthy of its name." ”

"In fact, Taka hadn't eaten sausages in a long time, and he missed the supreme deliciousness. The goblin smiled and explained, "The adventurers who used to trade with it haven't been here for a long time, and instead they're uninvited guests like the Black Ant-Humans, and they've even encountered gray dwarves, fishmen, harpies, and so on, and it's not going to be easy." Taka could see that we, like the adventurers, were daywalkers, so he wanted us to have a friendly and pleasant deal with it. Of course, these two adjectives were added by myself. ”

Perhaps because they know each other well, the little green-skinned man has a much better sense of humor than before.

"What can these cave men come up with?" William came over rubbing his right cheek, "I feel that the poorest beggar in our village is better off than these guys, at least the beggar with the tattered felt hat can eat a chicken once in a while, and God knows where he stole it from." ”

"Lame Carey?" asked Weimar.

"Yes, it's him!" said William, clapping his hands, "that beggar still has some skills. Once, after the autumn harvest, I went to the field to catch some sparrows pecking at the grain, and found 'Lame Carrie' sitting in the field, building a bonfire with wheat straw and roasting a hen with an enticing aroma. I ran up to him and called him a thief and told me that I was going to tell my father about his chicken theft, and he gave me half of the freshly roasted hen for me to keep secret. I tasted it, hey, it tasted good, the white chicken was steaming hot, it was tender with salt, and the chicken was stuffed with barley and corn, and the guy was really going to enjoy it!"

"Well, I'd like to stay here for supper!" interrupted Weimar, interrupting his companion, "Is it night?" he asked Blake, who was retrieving arrows nearby.

"Evening? no, it's only about three o'clock in the afternoon, which is the time of the deer. "But if you're hungry, it's fine, because we haven't had lunch." ”

There is no alternation of light and darkness underground, which obscures the passage of time. Barrett remembers that their last meal was before they encountered the Dreadclaw, and that the food was lamb ribs, dried cheese, and a kind of asparagus bacon pie that is a specialty of the Half-Blood City. The crunchy pie crust is garnished with asparagus and bacon, while onions, turnips, mushrooms, and parsnips are hidden beneath the skin.

The bacon pie tasted good, and the ingredients were so good that it almost burst out. It's better if it's hot, but you can't force more when venturing underground.

"After we're done trading and leaving, let's think about filling our stomachs. "I'm afraid the hosts here won't like the guests bringing their own food." ”

"Yes. The goblin nodded, "It's disrespectful to the master's family." Especially for those of us who eat happily in the host's house, we don't have the slightest idea of sharing food with them. ”

"The point is that there are too many cavemen. Weimar said, "We don't have enough food for such a feast." If they trade something for something, they can give them some food. For example, sausages, I still have a lot of sausages in my space bag that I carried with me when I left my hometown, and although many years have passed, I don't think they should be fussy. ”

"Then you lied to me and ate it all!" William said dissatisfiedly.

"Do you want it now?"

“...... Forget it," William asked, pouting at the goblin, "You haven't answered me yet, Gary, what can these cavemen who are poorer than us come up with?"

"Wait, you'll know. The goblin spread his hands and said, "Maybe there will be some surprises." ”

The cavemen with red bone spurs on their backs were digging in a bulging mound, and they dug very fast, and in a few moments they had completely dug up the entire mound. Then they took the dusty things that were covered in dirt, and pulled them out one by one, and laid them all on the ground.

The Cavemen Patriarch Taka beckoned to Barrett and the others, motioning for them to follow him.

A group of people walked up to the dug mound, and Taka pointed to the objects on the ground and said something to the goblins. The goblin nodded, pointing to the pile of items on the ground and replying.

The Caveman Patriarch shook his head, the goblin said something more, and the Caveman Patriarch nodded, and the large mouth on his skull cracked, revealing a row of small, sharp fangs, and seemed to be very happy.

While they were communicating, Barrett looked at the items in their entirety. Most of these things were ores, iron ore, copper ore, tin ore, and many more that Barrett couldn't distinguish.

Among them, there was a large stone with a few traces of gold on its surface, and Barrett squatted down to take a closer look, it was indeed a piece of gold ore, but the amount of it was uncertain for the time being.

In addition to ores, there are many strange items in the Caveman Patriarch's collection:

A white skull with a diamond-shaped red crystal embedded in its forehead, a skull with pointed canine teeth, and a jaw that spits out somewhat, which can be determined not to be human, but Barrett can't tell which species it belongs to for a moment; a piece of stained glass depicting arachnoid drow patterns, I don't know which drow family would actually use this kind of drow society as an outcast; a metal shoulder guard with a shiny surface after wiping off the soil, I don't know how long it has been buried in the ground, and there is no rust at all.

An agate statue of a black leopard, so vividly carved that it feels like it's alive when you stare into the statue's eyes, and an obsidian bracelet with two golden bells tied to it.

and a gold-plated brass ring, and when Barrett picked up the ring to tell if it was pure gold, he saw the words on the inside of the ring written in the lingua franca - the One Ring.

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