In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Head Cao really wanted to perform a moving chapter of selfless fraternity such as "I just want to invite my neighbors to drink in the sun", but the atmosphere of this meeting was much more blunt than he imagined.

"Rondo, how tall are you?" was upset by Rondo, and Captain Cao's mouth was also unethical. Not only are the eyes more aggressive, but they don't even open which pot to mention.

Old man Ao was speechless for a while, doesn't this guy know that discussing the issue of height in front of dwarves is taboo? In front of dwarves, don't talk about dwarves, Old Man Ao clearly remembers that he specially reminded him of this before he came. This thing is good, open and close the mouth to be short, Rondo is just showing the xenophobic nature of the flame dwarf, and he talks about his height.

Old man Ao also admitted that these dwarf mules don't need to wear pants when they put on riding boots, and they may have to run when they go to bed at night. However, you can't slap other people's faces face like this with these words, right?

Dwarves are born with five short statures and surprisingly thick limbs, and none of them can exceed one meter four in height. Standing in front of the head of Cao, who is more than one meter and eight meters, shirtless, with beautiful streamlined muscles, rough with a little tenderness, and a little warmth in the wild, there is indeed a unique taste exuded by unqualified defective products.

The wild Captain Cao looked a bit like an Israeli hunter, but this was not his intention, he was very angry, and he felt uncomfortably hot even if he didn't have a wisp in such a hot summer. Head Cao didn't have any worries about being famous, pigs and being strong, but he was afraid that others would underestimate the plundering group and his own group of dragon brothers and tiger brothers. Therefore, Rondo's attitude of not pretending to be in the case of Captain Cao's self-declaration of his family faintly stabbed Captain Cao's self-esteem.

How could Old Man Ao not know these thoughts of him? But what else could he do? When it came to temper and character, Captain Cao had always been a flame dwarf even better than a flame dwarf. Now, Old Man Ao can only comfort himself: children with certain mental defects can still move forward bravely......

On the other hand, Rondo's already depressed mood was even more unpleasant. At this time, his face was iron-blue. How could he not hear that the seemingly careless words of this big back were actually full of viciousness? And that obvious sense of superiority, which is madly stinging Rondo's self-esteem.

The unpredictable life is already so difficult, and this guy who appeared out of nowhere is even worse, it's really hateful!

"Everyone is more than a meter, what is there to ask?" Rondo replied in a stiff tone, and there was obviously a look of jealousy and impatience on his face. Even if there is no enmity between the two sides, this is the territory of the Flame Dwarves, and this big back is so aggressive, Rondo is ready to summon the brothers to come out and dismember him on the spot.

And this sentence has an extremely peasant-like cunning answer. also immediately amused Captain Cao. Who said that dwarves are fools with tendons? The dwarf mule in front of him clearly had a cunning that did not match his rugged appearance. It is true that Captain Cao and Old Man Ao are not outstanding in height, both of them are two meters, but can the concepts of one meter two and one meter eight be the same?

"I think your dwarf attitude needs to be improved, humans are not good things, we orcs are your kind friends. Captain Cao's face changed faster than turning a book, and he instantly put on a kind and friendly smile, stretched out his hand and patted Langdo's broad and strong shoulder, like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years.

"Don't come with me!" Rondo slapped Captain Cao's palm away, still unkindly. He said viciously: "Of course human beings are not a good thing, are you Beamon a good person?

Hearing this, Head Cao couldn't help but be surprised. Before, Captain Cao was really a dwarf, but he was just a group of dwarf mules with straight intestines. With a wealth of knowledge and a wise eye for things, he would never have anything to do with a dwarf. And Rondo's appearance made Captain Cao feel that he was a little dog-eyed.

Rondo is right, the world has never been fair. Full of oppression and exploitation, it can be said that whoever climbs up is the king. The current Pan-American continent is an era of human ownership, and they claim to be the primate of all things. They also boast of their dominance by exploiting, oppressing, and even enslaving other ethnic minorities. Even the Beamon orcs are only a minority to them.

And before humans ruled the Pan-American continent, the orc empire ruled the entire continent in almost the same way. Intelligent races such as dwarves have always lived in dire straits. Their characteristics and population base doomed them to become the rulers of Pan-America, and almost never came to prominence. The only difference between them is the question of which period they are more unlucky.

Old Man Ao didn't know when he had gone around behind Rondo, and kept pouting at Captain Cao, signaling that Captain Cao should come up with a killer weapon to clean up this little man. With the judgment of the old man Ao, it is not difficult to see that the two continue to intrigue and quarrel like this, and there is a chance that today's drudgery will be yellow. What is infuriating is that the muscles of Old Man Ao's mouth are about to stiffen and die under frequent signals, but Captain Cao is as if he didn't see it at all.

"Well, I'm very disappointed by your opinion. Captain Cao didn't know what self-consciousness was, so he sat down in front of Rondo with his own ass. It was only at this time that the eyes of the two were finally able to make contact on the same plane. Although Captain Cao's temper is also very stinky, he has always been able to distinguish which is more important.

Lighting a cigar, Captain Cao took a big puff, and the smoke choked Rondo into a cough. The sparkling cigarette butts were almost on the tip of Rondo's nose, but Rondo only frowned. Dwarves are never afraid of fire, and flaming dwarves certainly don't fear. For Rondo, who often deals with hundreds or thousands of degrees Celsius, this smoking stick can only be equivalent to a mosquito's threat to elephants.

Captain Cao took a few rude puffs, inserted another cigar into Rondo's mouth, and lit another one himself. In this way, the two have a sense of confrontation that is a bit evenly matched. In order to ensure that his face was not damaged, Rondo did not take half a step back from beginning to end, and his-for-tat temperament was very popular with Captain Cao. He had already won the respect of Captain Cao with his watch, and the seduction routine he had planned before coming had been blocked by Captain Cao, and he wanted to negotiate with these dwarf mules in an equal way to reach a cooperation.

Rondo was eager to spit out the strange stick, but the dwarves were notoriously curious, and seeing Captain Cao's intoxicated appearance, Rondo finally began to taste the blood of a calf and a big cow. Although he couldn't do the fancy smoking method of an old smoking gun like Captain Cao, who sometimes used his mouth and sometimes used his nose, as if the seven orifice were smoking, Rondo was quite quick to get started, and he quickly mastered the skills of getting started.

I have to say that the flame dwarves who often deal with fireworks have a good talent in this area, and even it took a few days for Old Man Ao to learn to smoke, and Rondo was out of school in the blink of an eye. And Rondo's eyes were already shining with his intoxication, and this fiery stick won his heart. From time to time, Rondo would take off the cigar and pinch it, as if he wanted to peek into the secrets. Such a good thing, Rondo thinks it is simply for the dwarves. If you don't have alcohol, you can't have such a thing, and you won't feel lonely in your mouth.

"How's it going? This is one of the representative works of Cao's Tobacco & Liquor Company, a bulging large cigar, with a market price of five silver coins. Head Cao squeezed his eyebrows for a while, as if he was showing off.

This so-called market price, even if Commander Cao just said that he wanted five gold coins a piece, it was completely fine, who made him the only monopoly on the Pan-American continent? Old man Ao frowned without much cold, now in addition to a large amount of alcohol hoarding in the plundering group, even all kinds of cigarettes and cigars have already been piled up, and there is no need to elaborate on the calories produced by the whole people.

Compared to alcohol, the output of this cigarette is higher because the process is not so complicated, and it is all assembly line work in large quantities. If Commander Cao is willing, in the near future, he can use the tobacco of the Raiding Regiment to contaminate all the creatures in the Pan American Continent into severe lung cancer, which is the only thing he can do now.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. As soon as he heard that a small stick was worth five silver coins, Rondo was instantly unsteady, and it took him a long time to pick up the cigar that had fallen into the dust, and hurriedly brushed off the dust from it. But Rondo was obviously a little dumbfounded, he was not returning this thing to Captain Cao now, nor was he continuing to enjoy it.

This thing is good, but Rondo also understands what spending power is, and he still had the idea of finding this big back head to do a little more, but now he obviously doesn't dare to have any illusions anymore, and as for letting all the clansmen feel it, it's even more whimsical. With this inconspicuous stick, Captain Cao came over with a few boxes on his back and immediately asked Rondo to declare the entire tribe bankrupt.

"Don't be nervous, this is my doing, please try it for free. The first time I came to visit a friend, I came empty-handed, which is not in line with my Cao someone's style of dealing with the world. Captain Cao patted his chest muscles proudly, poked around his waist, and instantly untied his cowhide belt specially sewn by Luo Han Xiaonizi and stuffed it into Rondo's hand.

This cowhide belt is very distinctive, affectionately called the "bullet belt" by Commander Cao, with countless jacks of the same size on it, and the ammunition loaded is all bulging cigars. At a cursory glance, the value of this bullet belt was denominated in gold coins, and it was so heavy that it almost turned Rondo into a butter hand...... (To be continued......)