The walled city looks like a small town on the surface of the dry cloth, and the wooden houses here are also very distinctively built, almost every wooden house is built around a huge tree, and these wooden houses are divided into two parts, above and below the tree, which are more modest than the wooden houses on the trees.

These huts looked like pigeon cages, with only a few people lying down, few furnishings in them, no fire to be made in them, roofs covered with some unknown leather, and almost all of the doors were covered with leather.

And under each tree there will be an open field, and these open spaces will have a fire pit and blackened stones.

After entering the tribe, Surdak saw only a few children and old people......

Surdak sat in the hall of a large wooden house, and Samira sat across from him, curiously surveying the wooden house made by digging out the heart of the tree.

This is a grand hall made of the trunk of a giant tree, the rotunda is nearly thirty or forty square meters, except for the main entrance, there are two round windows on the left and right sides, the hall is paved with a layer of hard leather, and there is a staircase leading to the second floor on one side.

There were several monster heads hanging on the walls, among which was not only a complete black-horned elk, but also a whole nightblade leopard skin, and the dark brocade brilliance of the leather alone made Surdak envious.

The main seat of the hall was covered with a bearskin, which was spread on the bench, and the hideous head of the bear was raised high, and Surdak could tell that it was an earth storm bear, and from the bear head he could tell that the earth storm bear was very large.

Two young indigenous warriors sat in the hall with Surdak.

Surdak pondered how to establish a bond with the indigenous tribe, and it was clear that these things were not up to the two young indigenous warriors to decide.

The two young indigenous warriors were not hostile to Surdak either, chatting casually about the inside of the walled city.

Surdak also took the opportunity to learn about the population of the walled city, the haunting of evil spirits in the vicinity, and how many other indigenous tribes there were in this area, etc., and these young indigenous warriors replied very cheerfully.

From time to time, the eager gaze of the two young indigenous warriors passed over Surdak's waist, apparently envious of Surdak's weapons.

It wasn't long before an indigenous woman brought some unknown wild fruits and berries, and the natives here did not have plates, but placed these berries on top of a green leaf.

There is hardly any furnishings in the hall except for a bearskin-covered bench on the main seat.

There was a rush of footsteps outside, and when Surdak looked towards the door of the hall, he saw a middle-aged native in leather armor walking into the hall, with a mountain axe tied to his back and a scimitar hanging from his waist.

The middle-aged native's face has a scar, from the left side of his forehead through the left eye to the left side of his face, his eyes do not seem to be injured, but the color of the two eyes is a little different, the right eye is the same as other natives, both are brown, but the left eye is a cat's eye with a light green.

If you look at this eye alone, Surdak might think that the other party is a leopard.

He had a thick aura of blood in him that could only be found by those who had been through countless killings, and his face looked terrible, and he walked in with a gloomy face, full of hostility when he looked at Surdak.

Behind him were the group of indigenous warriors, all of whom had some common metal weapons on their bodies, but all of them were badly worn.

The two young indigenous warriors who accompanied Surdak hurriedly stood up and greeted the middle-aged native: "Great chief! This ......"

The middle-aged native nodded coldly, he did not sit on the main seat of the hall, but stood in the center of the hall, turned to squint at Surdak, unceremoniously interrupted the young native, and asked:

"How did you bring the Imperials back to the Walled City?"

Faced with the Great Chief's questioning, the young native immediately carefully explained: "Grand Chief Hitchcock, these Imperial people we met when we ambushed the evil spirits, they are merchants over there, and they are willing to sell weapons and other supplies to our tribe, so I brought them back to the walled city, and the Grand Patriarch of Logan has already gone to see Elder Ambrobie. ”

The leader of Hitchcock glanced at the young native, and said coldly: "Imperials are not welcome here, don't be reckless in bringing Imperials to the city in the future, these two Imperials will be handed over to me to deal with." ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for the young native to say anything, and pulled out the scimitar directly from his waist.

The two dozen or so indigenous warriors who followed him immediately poured into the hall, and the hall was crowded with people, and a group of indigenous warriors with weapons surrounded Surdak and Samira.

"High Chief Hichkok, these two Imperial merchants are our guests, and we need to ......," the young native warrior immediately stood in front of Surdak and explained to the High Chief Hichkok.

"I know you need the sophisticated weapons forged in the Imperial Workshop, and when I kill them, the items on their bodies will belong to you, I only want to kill these two Imperial people!" The leader of Hitchcock said through gritted teeth.

Surdak was tempted to rub his forehead.

Obviously, this Hichcock Grand Leader and the Lord Army of the Grimm Empire have some inextricable hatred......

He could feel that the big leader on the other side was probably a second-turn powerhouse, and the irrepressible hatred and killing intent in his eyes filled the entire hall with a chill.

"This is your tribe's hospitality?" Surdak stood up and glanced at the indigenous warriors who had gathered around.

“……”

The young native warrior who stood in Surdak's way blushed a little, and was speechless in embarrassment.

A group of tribal warriors, armed with weapons, slowly approached Surdak.

Surdak smiled contemptuously, pushed the young native warrior aside, stood in front of the leader of the Hitchcock, and said:

"If you still can't let go of those previous grievances and hatreds, even if the tribal warriors in the walled city are ten times stronger, in the face of the continuous invasion of those evil ghosts on Moyun Mountain, your walled city will not be able to hold out for long."

He looked the leader of Hitchcock in the eye and said to him:

"Look at these demons now, they have slaughtered all the prey that can be eaten in this mountain."

"Even if the hunters in your walled city want to hunt, I'm afraid they will have to go further north in the mountains!"

"But have you ever thought about those evil spirits on Moyun Ridge, whether they will cross your city to hunt further north next, or will the target of the hunt fall on you?"

In the face of Surdak's questioning, the face of the leader of Hitchcock was ugly.

The breathing of the indigenous warriors in the hall grew heavy, and it was clear that Surdak's words had hit their sore spot.

"Maybe you think you can easily stop the demon legion from expanding north?"

Surdak looked around again and asked loudly.

Without waiting for these indigenous warriors to answer, he continued:

"If that were the case, I don't think I would have risked coming here......"

"I think now is a good opportunity for you to strengthen yourself, I can bring you the sophisticated weapons of the Grimm Empire, and arm your tribal warriors to the teeth......"

"At that time, your native warriors will be able to defeat those demon warriors more easily on the battlefield."

"Even if you can kill me now, how much benefit will you get from me, a broadsword and a shield, or this armor? Is that all you want? ”

Surdak continued to question the leader of Hitchkok.

Just as Surdak finished saying these last words, Surdak suddenly saw a sharp look in the eyes of the leader of Hichkok.

"I want you dead ......"

A scimitar stabbed at Surdak with an arc of whiteness, perhaps because he was a little hasty when swinging the knife, Surdak swung his right arm, and the demon shield appeared on his arm like magic, and steadily parried the scimitar that had not many blades.

This sword was not very powerful, and even the 'Blessed Shield' and 'Divine Shield' on the Demon Shield failed to light up.

There was an irrepressible exclamation of surprise from the indigenous warriors all around, who must have recognized that the grimace skin on the shield had been ripped from a demon general.

At this time, Samira wanted to make a move, but she restrained herself under Surdak's eyes.

She stared cautiously at the native warriors who surrounded her, one hand on the back of the Sky Strike Bow behind her......

"Stop, what are you guys doing here with me?" A question appeared at the door of the hall.

The indigenous warriors took a step back and looked uneasily at the door of the hall.

"Get out, these two Imperials are my guests."

Surdak noticed an indigenous warrior wearing the skin armor of the Earth Storm Striding in through the doorway, and the young native warrior standing beside him immediately said to Surdak, "This is the Grand Patriarch of our tribe......"

When Surdak looked at the Patriarch Logan, Logan was also looking at Surdak seriously.

The group of indigenous warriors in the hall took the opportunity to walk out in ashes, leaving only the leader of Hitchcock standing in place with a scimitar in hand.

The leader of Hitchcock stood in front of Surdak, still refusing to budge.

"Hitchcock, put away your weapons!" Grand Patriarch Logan commanded him.

The Grand Leader of Hitchcock was a little indignant, and the scimitar in his hand was still pointed at Surdak.

Grand Patriarch Logan put a hand on his hand, and said in a gentle but unquestionable tone:

"I don't expect you to let go of the hatred in your heart, but now you can't kill these two Imperial merchants, I need to make some deals with them, and my tribe needs the weapons and equipment of the Imperial people to deal with the evil spirits on the Moyun Mountains in the south."

Seeing that he still refused to withdraw the scimitar from his waist, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Logan Patriarch, and he shouted in a stern tone:

"Hitchcock, this is my order, and this is what Elder Ambrobi meant."

The leader of Hitchcock stiffened a little, turned his head to look at the Logan Patriarch, and without saying a word, he put away his scimitar and strode out of the treehouse hall.

At this time, only the Patriarch of Logan and the two young indigenous warriors who had been accompanying Surdak were left in the hall, and the Patriarch of Logan looked at Surdak, then walked to the bearskin bench of the main seat of the hall and sat down, and said to Surdak:

"You have also seen that we aborigines have an irresolvable hatred with you imperial people, you are like those evil spirits, you have been encroaching on our land and slaughtering our people all these years, I admire you very much, you dare to come to me to do business, you are an imperial merchant?"

Grand Patriarch Logan stared at Surdak with some questioning.

"I usually hunt evil spirits, and occasionally do some business." Surdak didn't answer directly, but said: "Now I'm here, it's not that I ask you to forget these hatreds, since I'm a businessman, I'm just making a deal with you, maybe this trade can go on forever, I'll give you some of the materials you need, and I need the magic beast materials and magic herbs here." ”

"Now that I have these spars for Demonic Beast materials and magic herbs, I heard that you are also interested in these spars?"

Grand Patriarch Logan took out more than a dozen strings of magic crystals from his arms, and these magic crystals were all punched in the middle and strung together one by one.

The size of each magic crystal is also different, and when polishing the magic core, it is almost as big as the magic crystal in the magic core, and it maintains the appearance of the original stone.

In the Grimm Empire, the shape and size of the magic crystals circulating in the hands of magicians are regulated, and each magic crystal is polished into forty-eight reflective faces, which looks like a gorgeous gem.

These magic crystals that were worn together, because of a hole in the middle, even if they were brought back to the Green Empire, they could not be exchanged for magic crystals.

It can only be chopped up to make a lower value shard.

Surdak just glanced at the strings of magic crystals in Logan's hands and shook his head.

Seeing the somewhat confused gaze of the Logan Patriarch, Surdak took out a normal magic crystal from his money bag and explained to the Logan patriarch what the valuable magic crystal looked like.

Grand Patriarch Logan pondered for a moment before he said, "We also have some ...... without stringing up spars So, what do you want to trade with me? ”

"Normal and magic weapons, armor, arrows missed......"

As he spoke, Surdak pulled out a knight's sword, an iris shield, a full set of heavy armor, an alloy bow, and a bundle of steel arrows from his magic fanny pack, and laid them out in front of him.

Grand Patriarch Logan rose from his seat, walked in front of Surdak, leaned over and picked up a knight's sword.

The blade of the long sword was polished like a mirror, and he could even see half of his face from the blade, and the patriarch of Logan slowly stroked it from the blade with his other hand, and the expression on his face was a little complicated.

He held the knight's sword and swung it twice before asking Surdak, "How is this sword going to be traded?" ”