Although they were camped in a safe camp, considering that the Strangeface attack had just happened, of course Gordon would have arranged a vigil.

Before the odd-faced clan could enter the camp, it was spotted by Pandan, who was in charge of the night vigil, and woke up the hunters with a worm-like whistle.

The hunters continued to pretend to be asleep, trying to see what the strange-faced man was up to.

As a result, it actually wanted to steal the inscription sword?

This made him even more angry than stabbing Gordon directly, and his fists hardened.

Discovering that this is a trap, the Odd-Face wants to run.

If only Gordon is the big sword, facing the strange face clan who is light and agile and good at burrowing the ground, he may not be able to catch the other party.

But with the same flexible, or even more flexible, pork chops and pandan shots, the result is different.

In a few moments, the Odd-Faced Clan was tied up into a rope by two Ailu.

The Strangeface struggled, but couldn't break free, and Gordon smirked and carried it to himself.

"Wait a minute!"

Mr. Monroe, who was awakened by the movement of the arrest, watched this scene, and it took a few seconds to react, and he hurriedly ran over, "Don't kill it!" Let me ask him first! ”

Gordon wasn't ready to actually kill the strange-faced man, but after shaking the other party a few times, he held it up in front of Mr. Monroe.

"Gaka, Gaa!!"

"Gah?"

"Kaba!"

Monroe exchanged words with the Odd-Faced Clan, and the latter fell silent and did not reply.

Monroe asked a few more questions, but the strange-faced man turned his face as if he hadn't heard, and said nothing.

"Hard-mouthed, huh?"

Gordon, who was already on fire, shook wildly again, shaking the strange face clan so much that it felt like its brain was about to be shaken, but it still refused to speak.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a way to extract a confession." Hayatta squinted.

Hertha also walked over, she looked at the bonfire that had not been extinguished, and then pointed to the waterhole in the depths of the cave, "Burn at the stake? Or waterboarding? ”

"Not really." Hayatta chuckled dryly.

"Baka Bang Bang!" Monroe scolded in a stern tone, then placed his hand on the mask of the Odd-Faced Clan, gesturing to take it off.

"Quack, quack, quack!" The Strangeface screamed, frantically struggling.

But it obviously couldn't break free of the ropes, let alone Gordon's big pincer-like hand.

Finally, it compromised.

Lowering his head, the whole "person" became wilted, muttering in answer to Mr. Monroe's question.

As the exchange continued, Mr. Monroe's expression became serious and strange.

Seeing this, Gordon asked, "How?" Do you understand the situation? ”

"Put it down." Monroe stroked his beard and said, "It's a lot more complicated than we thought. ”

Gordon throws the Odd Face Clan to Pork Chop and leaves Pork Chop and Pandan to keep a close eye on.

"So what's going on?"

"The previous attack was actually a robbery with a clear purpose." Monroe frowned and said, "It's a bit vague and confusing, but it's probably that this group of strange-faced people is not interested in harming humans.

But they're collecting ore, collecting a lot of ore.

The transport team of the fourth phase has a large amount of ore, which is why it is the target of their robbery. ”

"Collecting ores? To build weapons? Hayatta asked tentatively.

"It shouldn't be, the New World Qimian clan has a high degree of civilization and has a certain amount of forging technology, but it only stays at very rough smelting and grinding, and it can't be built by collecting a large amount of ore."

Mr. Monroe gestured to the rough ore knife behind the Strangeface, which at first glance looked like a stone-making tool, "It's like this. ”

"What else can you do with the ore?" Xianglan kicked the Odd-Faced Clan, muttering.

Hertha continued: "The Qimian language has few words, and I have heard a word that means 'sacrifice', 'tribute' and 'sacrifice'.

But the first sentence is too complicated for me to understand. ”

"Hmm." Monroe nodded, "It did say that they were collecting ore to pay tribute, and I asked it who it was paying tribute to, and it said that it was paying tribute to the 'earth', and that it was an order from the 'Golden Priests.'"

The word 'golden priest' is my translation of the phrase 'priest of gold', which should be translated literally as 'priest wearing a mask made of gold'. ”

The more Gordon listened, the more questions he asked, and he looked back at his golden inscription greatsword.

I thought to myself, could it be that this guy treats this big sword as pure gold? So specifically to get this sword?

"The location of the attack felt like it didn't have to be investigated." Monroe continued, "Just let it take us to their tribe's quarters.

I would like to meet the 'Golden Priest', and perhaps only from it can I know the whole story. ”

"Will there be any risk if we enter the stronghold of the Strangeface Clan like this?" Hayatta asked, a little worried.

Mr. Monroe thought for a moment and said, "This group of Odd-faced Clans lives in the northern part of the Great Anthill Wasteland, and with the density of resources over there, the number of Strange-Faced Clans in a clan should not be too much.

Moreover, most of the Odd Faces will not stay in the stronghold, but will take turns to scatter out to forage for food, so the number of Strange Faces in the stronghold will not exceed twenty or thirty at most. ”

Gordon nodded and said, "If it's just twenty or thirty odd-faced people, it shouldn't be a big problem, but be careful with their blowguns and explosives."

My concern is whether it will be possible for multiple Odd-Faced tribes to come together, like the Strange-Faced Sacrifice we encountered back then.

It's hard to say how many Odd-Faced Clans are, and maybe there will be a king of the Odd-Faced Clan. ”

"Don't worry about this, I've just knocked on the side, collecting ore as a tribute is the act of their clan, and no other tribes have joined.

They don't have the king of the Odd-Faced tribe in their tribe, but they all obey the orders of the 'Golden Priest'. ”

Gordon was relieved when he heard this.

Orcs in the wild generally don't lie, and they don't have the concept of "cheating".

If the situation is as Mr. Monroe said, then this group of Odd-Faced Clans should not be able to pose a threat to them in terms of force.

"Pork chop, loosen the rope a little, don't suffocate it." Gordon said to the pork chop.

"Good meow."

"You and Xianglan take turns watching it, just don't let it run away, and let it lead the way after dawn."

After saying that, Gordon looked at Monroe again, "But Mr. Monroe, how can we get it to agree to take us to its tribe?"

Orcs don't usually reveal the exact location of their tribe's station, do they? ”

"Usually it won't be revealed." Monroe smiled and said, "But it has already agreed, in fact, even if it is completely untied now, it will not run away." ”

"Huh?" Gordon glanced at the strange-faced man who had quieted down and was looking around curiously.

Why did this suddenly become friendly?

"Because I told it that we were friends with the Strangeface Clan, and we would help them."

How come they are already friends?

Hayatta asked, confused, "Help means, help collect ore?" Or something else? ”

"I didn't say it explicitly, and I didn't really promise anything, so let it understand for itself." Mr. Monroe stroked his beard and smiled, "This is the cunning art of human language." ”

Everyone: "."

Facing the disdainful gaze of the young people, the old scholar cleared his throat, "Ahem. Of course, if you can help, try to help.

As long as you can help them solve some problems, you should be able to truly gain the friendship of this group of strange faces. ”

(End of chapter)