Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 443

After negotiating the payment with the dwarf named Emaar, Stanford was a little relieved. After all, if a stranger suddenly wants to help you for no reason, and takes a certain risk, it will make people feel ill-intentioned. But if he has certain interest demands, it will make people feel at ease.

Stanford returned to the camp and announced the good news that he had found the guide, which caused cheers from the team members. Seeing this situation, Stanford immediately warned them not to leak the news.

Then, he ordered to check the equipment, polish the sword and the barrel, dry the gunpowder, check the fuse of the grenade, and prepare the fire starter, trying to be foolproof.

The necessary vigilance is still needed.

During this period, the orc caravan led by Eugene left. Stanford bid farewell to Finn, who was already considered a friend, and gave him a porcelain bowl. The young orc was overjoyed and strongly invited Stanford to visit him in the grassland if he had the opportunity.

Finally, after five days, the members of the expedition team waited excitedly and nervously for the news of the dwarf Imaar—they set off the next morning.

When the appointed time came, Stanford led thirty team members, led their ten reindeer, and embarked on the road to the south, loaded with the supplies exchanged in the blood cattle tribe.

It is said to be a road, but it is actually a narrow and long forest belt with less dense trees. They are stepping on the snow and thick gray grass, and they are struggling to move forward among the trees.

"Pay attention to vigilance! There may be beasts coming out here at any time. If someone turns into a pile of stinking feces, I don't want to go to him again."

Stanford was afraid that the rest in the blood cow tribe these days would make the team members lazy, so he reminded them once in a while.

As the team advanced, the woods began to grow denser. Stanford glanced at the compass now and then to make sure he was heading straight south.

Three pine trees, one tall and two short, appeared in front of their eyes. The pine tree in the middle grew very luxuriantly, and the dense pine needles formed several independent umbrellshaped crowns, while the pine trees on the left and right were in the middle of this tall pine tree It looks very low against the background. There is a large flat area around the three pine trees, which is very conspicuous in this densely treed area.

"We're here, let's rest here for a while."

As the captain, he doesn't need to explain, no one in this team that has experienced adventures on land for a long time, no one ran around, and those who went to relieve themselves also went in groups of three or four.

Stanford went around the pine tree to look around, but found nothing unusual.

The crowd waited for more than an hour, but the guide still hadn't arrived.

Vice-captain Matthew found Stanford: "That dwarf isn't lying to us, is he?"

Before Stanford could answer, he heard a sound coming from the bushes to the west.

The vegetation in that direction was very dense, even in such a cold winter and spring. The slender gray branches of a multitude of shrubs intertwine, obscuring the view of the distance.

"Be careful!" Matthew shouted.

The ten crossbows were pointed in that direction, and the others also held their weapons.

After a while, the dense bush branches were separated by a pair of hands with stubby fingers protruding from them, and then a round head poked out.

"It's me! It's me! I'm your guide Imar."

The dwarf Imaar shouted at the top of his voice, "Damn it! Somebody will be kind enough to give me a hand."

"It's our guide!" Stanford made a disarming gesture to everyone.

He ran forward, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and pulled out Emaar who was stuck in the bushes.

The dwarf kneaded his sore arm, "Oh, my arm! It's almost dislocated. I have suffered a lot to avoid people's eyes and ears. You have to pay more."

Stanford shook his head, "I said, dude, the dwarves' concept of time may be different from ours? This is more than an hour late."

"To **** with your time? You're talking to a dwarf who's only ever used the sun and the hourglass to tell time in what you call hours? That's unrealistic."

He stared eagerly at the pocket watch on Stanford's chest, and stretched his stubby index finger towards it, "If you can give me this timer when you get there, maybe you can save one or two silver coins in your bag. "

When they agreed to meet, Stanford showed him the pocket watch, and his dwarf blood made him very curious about it. On a glass-covered plane, uniform scales form a circle, and three coaxial pointers rotate at different speeds along the circle, which attracts him more than porcelain.

Emaar knew that there was a profession among human beings called Artificer, who specialized in studying some weird machines. Although the things they made were often neither practical nor durable, the timer in front of him was obviously not one of them.

"I'll think about it!" Stanford hid the pocket watch in his pocket.

This behavior made the dwarf slander him endlessly-well, it will still fall into my hands in the end anyway.

"Then, according to the agreement, please bring us... Hey! I said, man, you are dressed a bit tight today."

Stanford was amazed at how the dwarves were dressed.

Emaar was wearing a pair of chain armor that tightly wrapped himself, a helmet decorated with the horns of unknown animals, and a mace on his back. Under the sunlight, his whole body shone with a metallic luster.

"What a fuss!" said the dwarf angrily. "I don't want the beasts here to treat me like a snack."

He waved his hand, "Hurry up and get on the road

^0^, in order to avoid my kinsmen, I will take you some remote 'roads', which will take a little longer than normal roads. "

Stanford then ordered the procession to set off again, heading south following the dwarves.

"I said, why haven't I seen dwarves south of the Rocky Mountains?"

On the way, Stanford and Emaar chatted one after another.

"Human, you are my employer. I don't want to say harsh things in front of you, but the old people have repeatedly warned us not to contact humans too much. All clans have done this since ancient times."

"Uh...that's just prejudice. Why do you do business with orcs?"

"Their heads are relatively simple ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ there will not be too many twists and turns in their hearts, and they will not suffer from exchanging things with them. Moreover, they are not interested in our mountains, and they will not always think about inquiring The secret of the mountain..."

Stanford frowned, "But as far as I know, in the eastern part of Rocky Mountain, small groups of orcs often flock to human villages and towns to loot. Is it your dwarves' territory? How could there be orcs?"

"What kind of orc? I don't know." Emaar shook his head, "The eastern mountain range is too far away from our Iron Hammer clan."

Stanford was still thinking about asking again, when he suddenly heard a movement in the distance behind him.

He immediately looked back, and saw a large group of birds flying in the dense forest in the north.

"Attention everyone! There may be some large animals looking for food."

Emaar touched the handle of the mace and said thoughtfully.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^

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