Baroque: "It's you, my friend. ”

"How to increase the population and race of the territory, this is my duty as a lord."

Ryan's voice was sincere, "We all have companions, and you and Moises are not familiar with each other. I'm here to care for your soul and keep you from feeling lonely. ”

"Impossible."

Baroque stopped in front of Ryan with his hand, pretended to kick the gravel and didn't stand firmly, and sat down on the corner of his robe, his hood falling backwards, revealing half of his face, looking at Ryan's eyes with a determined emotion, "As long as Cyril goes from half to one, it's enough." ”

Ryan had a rare headache, and he was wondering what was wrong with his teaching, which would make Baroque awkward and learn to be shameless.

keeps saying that he is a noble demon lord, and he is getting more and more used to touching porcelain in front of him, the key is that the demon worm will also hook guitar strings behind his back, is this appropriate?

Ryan tugged at the hem of his clothes with his right hand, "The Minotaur is coming, do you think that's appropriate?" ”

Baroque naturally stood up from the ground, put his hood straight, and patted the cloak on his body, his voice was extremely calm, "I just accidentally fell, isn't this still allowed?" ”

Baroque: "What is more, now I have lost my body for a while, and my soul must dwell in the puppet, because of your salvation and you become friends, dwell in your territory, and submit to the dark elf Bartoc, whom you rule." ”

Ryan: "? ”

It's wonderful, but in the blink of an eye, the script, plot, and identity are all arranged for him clearly.

Dark elves are spirits who have fallen into darkness and obeyed the commands of demons.

Whether it's natural, moonshine...... Daylight or night, fallen elves are collectively referred to as dark elves.

Ryan: "Do you remember what you just said?" ”

"What did I just say?" Baroque refused to admit it, and his tone was serious, "They all say that the words of the devil cannot be believed." Look, isn't that fooled? ”

Ryan couldn't help but clap his hands and praise loudly, "That's good." ”

Baroque tiptoed on the ground, allowing the demon insects to follow the movement of the monster and sneak deeper underground.

Controlling the direction of the demon worm's advance, Baroque raised his head and said casually: "Yes, I also think it's good, Eli taught me." ”

"Didn't I just miscalculate?" Ryan, "It seems that your relationship with Eli is better than I thought and felt. ”

"I don't know, I don't know, there's no need to say it...... Say hello and say a few words. ”

Baroque crossed his arms and channeled his voice into Ryan's mind through props, "My talent has recovered a little bit, I can understand your thoughts, and I can sense the emotions of other beings.

But after all, not all creatures are willing to admit to demons...... At least they are friendly, especially the cubs and the sponge birds.

Anyway, just tell me how you can get into a relationship like you have with Andrew. ”

He is a great demon lord, so he will not be bothered by all kinds of small things, not to mention that there are more important things now.

"It's my thinking that went wrong, and I apologize to you."

Ryan half-crouched on the ground and patted Baroque's shoulder through the hood, "In that case, then you will try to fulfill my commission and get the opportunity to make a request from me."

Baroque, I'm sure you can do it. ”

It's not just a chance to get what you're asked for.

Moonlight elves and demons, and perhaps Cyril's affection for Baroque, is one of the reasons why they don't have a complete hate......

Ryan had a vague understanding at the moment.

Baroque could comprehend another meaning of Lane's words, patted the back of Lane's hand with his palm, and replied in an extremely confident tone: "Of course, I will definitely do it." ”

After the words fell, Baroque withdrew his hand, looked at the minotaur who was slowing down, and whispered a reminder in Ryan's head: "Michelle, remember to call me Bartók." ”

"I know, I won't forget...... You are my good friend, the dark elves who have returned to me. ”

Ryan's face and dark hair were hidden in his hood, and his eyes were secretly looking at the minotaur and the monster they were riding, "Bartók, did you notice something too?" ”

"I'm not sure which minotaur it is, they come from the same tribe and live together all year round, and the breath is too close to ......"

Baroque secretly summoned his talent to perceive, "What I can be sure of at the moment is that one of the minotaurs once rode a magical beast and went to a place where the undead existed. ”

"I'll find an opportunity to go to the Minotaur Chief alone to ask about this." Ryan, "I'll try to keep them from noticing you. ”

Baroque: "That's the best. ”

*

A total of twenty minotaurs, under the leadership of the minotaur leader, controlled the speed of the demonic beast's progress and stopped in front of Ryan.

The Minotaur rolled over and jumped from behind a giant rhinoceros that resembled a dragon, nearly ten meters long, with snake scales and feathers.

Under the lightweight, breathable armor is a human spun garment that covers the intimate parts.

The minotaurs were armed with long-handled, double-edged axes or bows and arrows on their backs, and the twenty minotaurs were mostly warriors, with only two archers, and their upright height and size were extremely oppressive.

The Minotaur Chief (leader) was at the front of the group, and Ryan noticed blood on the blade of the axe behind his back, presumably just after the hunt, and immediately rushed over after hearing the sound of the horn.

Some distance away from Ryan, the Minotaur Chief loosened the rope that held the beast and strode towards Ryan.

The rest of the minotaurs stopped where they were, looking curiously at Ryan and Baroque, as well as the horns hanging from Ryan's staff.

Most minotaurs are simple, direct, stubborn and loyal. They are loyal to their friends, loyal to their clan, and the chief is the most important and trusted presence in the clan.

The Chief gifted his baby horn to Ryan, who they did not know who Ryan was, but who he was a friendly friend of their Minotaur clan.

The minotaur who followed the chieftain as he arrived, his appearance and physique...... Because most of the orcs are slightly mature, Lane, who is not familiar with the minotaurs, can't accurately judge, but he can feel that their ages should not be much different.

Thankfully, Ryan doesn't feel the breath of the undead in the chieftain.

The Minotaur Chief stopped in front of Ryan, his arms outstretched, and wanted to give Ryan a warm hug, but when he thought of the difference between Ryan's body and his own body, and the character of the mysterious merchant who was unfamiliar with only once. To avoid being hated by Ryan, the Minotaur Chieftain's outstretched hand temporarily changed lanes, bowed his head and touched the horns on his head, and his friendly expression was very honest.

Baroque looked away from the minotaur chieftain and looked secretly at the remaining nineteen minotaurs.

Compared to warriors, minotaur shooters are slightly smaller.

The chieftain and warrior are the brains and claws of the minotaur tribe, responsible for command and attack, and the archer is the eye and is responsible for probing the environment.

Marksmen see and go more places than Minotaur warriors, and are more likely to come into contact with the undead.

It's just that as Baroque said just now, the bull-headed crowd lives together, and Baroque still can't accurately judge it for a while.

Baroque tapped his fingers hidden in his sleeves, and the magic insects beneath the ground buzzed...... Vaguely, he sensed fluctuations in magic.

Ryan looked at the minotaur chief who stopped in front of him, and could feel his straightforward thoughts, so he smiled kindly, "Long time no see, my friend."

As promised, I came to the Howling Plains, and I don't know if it disturbs you. ”

"Long time no see, Michelle. Your presence certainly does not disturb us, it is our pleasure. ”

Hearing Ryan's words, the Minotaur Chief breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and understood that Ryan had indeed come to find him.

The Minotaur Chief remembered one thing, and added in a low voice, "Last time I was in too much of a hurry, my name is Kenyon, and I am the chief of the largest Minotaur tribe in the Howling Plains. ”

Truth be told, Nasanya isn't unique to the Plains of Howling Winds.

Kenyon never thought that Michelle, who was friendly with the Golden Rooster Feather Clan and could call the will of the god of the sky, would really come to the Howling Plains because of Nasanya.

If it weren't for Nasanya......

Kenyon's thoughts didn't show on his face, but he silently glanced at the horns on Ryan's staff.

He didn't think anyone could steal anything from a mysterious merchant unless Michelle allowed it.

"Okay, Kenyon."

Ryan was aware of the Minotaur Chieftain's gaze, but he didn't care.

Ryan's gaze under the hood looked at the giant axe behind the minotaur, reached out to touch the spatial ring, and took out twenty special watermelons containing various fruits and bubbles, "As a gift for rash interruption, please accept it with your companions." ”

When he saw the colorful fruits and sparkling drinks, Kenyon was even more sure that Ryan was Michelle.

The watermelon floated in front of the minotaur, and all the minotaurs looked at Kenyon at the same time.

Orcs are extremely sensitive to smells, and the minotaurs only eat meat to maintain the need to grow stronger, and vegetarian food is their favorite.

Brightly colored fruits, rich sweet aromas, and sparkling water that exudes cold and cool air are simply a great torment for the Minotaur not to eat them.

"Your presence is not an inconvenience." Kenyon shook his head bitterly and refused, "I'm sorry, but I'm not qualified to accept your gift. ”

If Ryan came because of Nasanya, this kind of thing is not rare, and Ryan can give him as much as Kenyon wants, as long as he can gain the friendship of the mysterious merchant.

It's just that as a leader, Kenyon needs to think about more.

Rashly accepting gifts from mysterious merchants, unable to reciprocate, will only make friendships prone to problems and cause danger to the race,

"Rest assured, Kenyon. Michelle would never do anything to hurt a friend unless he betrayed me first. ”

Ryan could understand Kenyon's concerns as a chieftain, and he would think about many aspects of his own.

Ryan's voice was gentle and harmless, "Kenyon, as I said before in the Skydome, I'm interested in Nasanya. ”

Kenyon: "I can take you to Nasanya right now, they bloom all year round. ”

"Listen to me first." Ryan, "Kenyon, it's not just Nasanya, I've heard there's another special plant in the Plains, and I have something to ask you. ”

"I believe in your friendliness, Michelle." Kenyon, "But for the sake of the race...... Can I ask what that plant you are talking about and what you would like to ask about? ”

Kenyon was extremely respectful, "If I can, I have some things I need your help with. ”

Ryan pondered for a few seconds, then raised his hand to set up a magical barrier around him, "Kenyon, the things I want to ask about are about the Temple of Light, and these things are not convenient for more people to know. ”

Hearing this, Kenyon immediately became cautious, because of the obscuration of the magic enchantment, he was not worried about being heard by other minotaurs, so he lowered his voice very softly, and asked tentatively: "You and the Temple of Light...... Are you friendly friends or enemies with that pope? ”

Ryan pursed his lips softly.

"Please rest assured." Kenyon bent his waist slightly, "Whether you are friend or foe with the Pope, my relationship with you will always be friendly." ”

Kenyon: "A minotaur will never betray a friend...... For the sake of the race, if my people betray you and destroy our friendship, I will not sympathize with his sins and mistakes for the sake of my companions. ”

Ryan stood quietly and thought, "Tong, do you think minotaurs are really not as smart as humans?" ”

The answer to this question determines Kenyon's attitude towards him next.

Maybe the friendship will not change, but the attitude will change.

"Circumstances and experiences determine everything, and it is impossible for every orc to be unintelligent, in addition to shamans."

System: "Most orcs lose their minds after going berserk, and there are no exceptions, and the wise shaman is the powerful soul of the tribe." In some orc tribes, shamans have the right to change chiefs (chiefs). ”

"I know, I'm thinking about it." Ryan," I sensed from what he had just said, that Kenyon must have noticed something, and even sensed something unusual in the race. If I don't give a proper answer, he won't take me to the shaman. ”

If he hadn't discovered something, Kenyon wouldn't have said the last word.

Whether the result is as he thinks, Ryan feels that it is 90% likely.