In the evening, on behalf of the mountain dwarf tribe, the MiG patriarch held a grand welcome dinner for the arriving head of the Lin River.

Compared with the welcome dinner of the human world, the indigenous tribes are much rougher. To sum it up simply, it can be summed up in two words, eat and drink.

There are various mountain delicacies to eat. I drank it, and I treasured the sake that I don't know how many years it has. As for the mobilization of the atmosphere on the spot, it is even more unnecessary to consider.

When a huge bonfire was lit in the middle of the field, everyone went into a frenzy. Even the head of Lin He, who usually pays attention to giving people images, was pulled into the room by the enthusiastic dwarves and danced an enthusiastic Tita dance (a unique folk dance of the dwarf tribe) together.

"How is it, Captain Lin, are you still satisfied?" At halftime, Lin He sweated profusely and made it to the side of the MiG patriarch. The old dwarf handed over a glass of freshly opened ale and asked the leader with a smile if he was happy.

"You're so kind, Patriarch. I am very honored to have your hospitality! "Take a sip of the ale in the glass. Letting the strong aroma of wine fill his mouth, Lin He found that he had slowly begun to like it.

Looking at the joyful crowd in front of him, the eyes of the MiG patriarch showed a hint of sadness. The old man's white hair looked so lonely against the background of the bonfire.

"Patriarch, if you have anything to do, just say it, if I and my mercenary group can help, we will definitely support it fully!" As soon as the words came out, Lin He regretted it a little.

The old guy in front of him is five or six hundred years old. How can his twenty-year-old cub be the opponent of an old guy who is about to become a sperm. It's not nice to say, if you don't kill you directly, it's already very face-saving for you.

Sure enough, hearing the statement of the head of Lin He, the essence in the old man's eyes flashed. The beast, which seemed to have locked on to its prey, turned its head to look at its prey.

I fell into the pit, or I jumped into it on my own initiative. Facing the smiling eyes of the MiG patriarch, the head of Lin He also returned the firm expression of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

"When people are old, their spirits are not good. Head Lin, I don't know if you are interested in visiting my residence. I have tea that you like to drink in the human world, you can help me taste it! ”

The old man with white hair walked with a long walk. Especially the tomahawk used as a crutch in his hand, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it weighs dozens of pounds. It is estimated that this old man must still be in a hurry when he cuts people!

The MiG patriarch's residence was a small courtyard with a single house, and only the old patriarch lived alone. It can be seen that this is also the place where the old patriarch usually handles the affairs of the clan. There are still lights on in several side rooms, and the people staying inside should be other important people in the clan.

Following the old patriarch with an axe, Lin He came to the courtyard. At this time, the people in the side room also greeted the movement when they heard it.

"Come, Head Lin, let me introduce you!" Leaning the axe in his hand to the side, the MiG patriarch affectionately grabbed Lin He's right hand and brought him to the three dwarves who appeared in the courtyard.

"This is my eldest cousin, the Wood Forest Patriarch of the Dwarven Tribe of the River Valley!"

A kind-eyed middle-aged dwarf dressed in sackcloth nodded lightly at Lin He. Lin He hurriedly returned the salute with his right hand on his shoulder.

"This is my lobby brother, the Muhe patriarch of the hill dwarf tribe!"

"Hello Patriarch Muhe!"

"This is my uncle, the Calais chief of the woodland dwarf tribe!"

"Hello Calais Patriarch!"

"This is our distinguished guest from afar, the head of Lin He of the Jin Jinhua Mercenary Group!"

After some introduction, Lin He's head was a little dizzy. The dwarves all looked the same, looking at the four big guys in front of them, it was difficult to tell which one was which one in a short time. I guess they can't tell the difference themselves, but I've heard that the dwarves are even women with big beards.

The MiG Patriarch's hospitality room is in the standard dwarven style, with huge tables and chairs made of logs, all revealing the rugged style of the dwarves. Of course, this style can also be understood as the work of a group of poor ghosts.

The idle people here should have been driven away early, and the patriarch of Mulin, who walked in at the end, even made a cameo appearance as a waiter at zero hour, took the initiative to find tea leaves from his little cousin's room, and used a large ale glass to make a large cup of black tea for Lin He.

As for the other relatives, they were each given a large glass of ale. During this period, the Muhe patriarch also wanted to take out his pipe to get over his addiction to smoking, but under the threat of the stern gaze of the Mig patriarch, he fortunately took it back.

Four hundred-year-old guys, intentionally or unintentionally, surrounded Lin He in the middle. The palms of the people who had nowhere to put betrayed the uneasiness in their hearts.

These old guys have something to ask for themselves. In that case, let's pretend not to know and see how these guys plan to play their cards.

Four strong men who are hundreds of years old, you look at me, I look at you. Finally, he looked at the MiG patriarch very tacitly. There is a debtor and a debtor, since people are on your territory. Then there you go.

"Ahem, ahem, Chief Lin, in order to welcome your arrival, I propose that we all have a drink together!"

The five ale glasses clinked together, and then I remembered the sound of gulping and swallowing.

What a real bunch of people!

"The patriarchs are not just looking for me to have a drink, you can just talk about something if you have something." Lin He's meaning is already very clear, I have already come over, so you don't have to be so restrained, it seems to be on my territory.

"I heard Deputy Commander Ross say that your regiment plans to purchase a large amount of supplies on our side in the near future, I wonder if this is true?" I have to say that the MiG patriarch must have done enough for this meeting. For example, at this moment, Wen Crepe's way of communication made Lin He very uncomfortable.

"Yes, the Imperial side entrusted us with the purchase of a batch of logistics materials, and the quantity is a little more than before. So, we also feel more difficult. ”

"Don't be embarrassed, don't be embarrassed, oops!" Patriarch Muhe's words were only halfway through, and he was forced back under a miserable scream.

Looking at the giant leg that the Calais patriarch secretly retracted, Lin He felt distressed for the patriarch Muhe, this foot would have broken bones for ordinary people.

"I don't know if there is any place in our dwarf tribe that can help Captain Lin!" As if the little episode just now was just an accident, the Calais patriarch looked at his nephew and motioned for him to continue.

"A large number of finished steel ingots, herbs, special ore raw materials, logistics equipment and so on. For example, the first batch of purchases, steel ingots will require 1,000 tons. and so on for other supplies. ”

Obviously they are all big and coarse, and they have to learn how to decorate Sven here, what a bunch of scum!