Chapter 368 Hot-blooded Observation Notes
Kozrat blinked his smart eyes, seeming a little confused by Imric's words, and then seemed to have an epiphany, jumped up and replied,
"~hiss~ it's like we serve the gods. Like the lords, do the descendants of Caledor also serve the eldest son of the ancient saint like this?"
Imric could only feel a little embarrassed about this. He really couldn't use some modifying words to express his meaning to the lizard people, otherwise they would guarantee It turns these things into concepts that are difficult to understand.
So he directly said what he wanted, "I want your gold and gems, you know, in exchange for weapons and armor." At
this time, Kozrat immediately understood that the lizard people had not produced anything. Monetary system, but barter still exists among Skinks.
He stretched out his slender left hand, smoothed the gorgeous feathers on his crown, and answered the question,
"~hiss~ Of course, the descendants of Caledor want to make a deal with the eldest son of the ancient saint."
Feeling a little helpless again, Covering their foreheads, these lizardmen really don't understand what a normal race should have. The prerequisite for item exchange is that there is a vague general standard.
Judging from Kozrat's appearance, he didn't seem to care about this transaction at all. Maybe he could take away a group of monitor lizard friends with just a glass bead.
"Well, later you bring some Thoros to our colony, and I will have people tailor-made equipment for them." "
~His~ Of course."
After signing a vague trade agreement, Kozrat continued to bring Imrik and his party wandered around Hethiotar.
Along the way, everyone had a lot of curiosity about this city where no other race had ever appeared before, and they were shocked after watching it.
Hundreds of beasts line the periphery of the Pyramid of Iqi, waiting for the protectors of the beasts to bless them. The Ancient Saint Pyramid, which gathers the wind of magic, exudes a shimmering light, with mysterious lines looming, like an oversized spell-casting platform.
The most concerning thing is a deep pit with a tyrannosaurus. The ferocious beast is bound here by iron chains, waiting to be tamed by the skink, or some powerful ancient blood warrior and scarred veteran show their strength and obtain The recognition of these ancient behemoths.
But before that, there was only a dense layer of unknown corpses in the Tyrannosaurus pit.
The afternoon of wandering quickly ended. Kozrat took more than fifty people to a place that looked like a canteen. There were many Thoros inside. The place was full of insects and insects placed on wooden tables. Beast meat.
Under the greetings of the barmates, plates of fresh meat and insects were placed in front of the elves. Kozrat introduced these delicious carnivorous insects to Imrik, intending to make the elves eat them quickly to see how thin he would become. Looks like it.
But looking at the fist-sized insects still in the clay plate, Imrik felt his eyebrows twitching unconsciously. Although he knew that his friend the priest had good intentions, he really couldn't bear to eat the brightly colored insect cubs. Mouth.
He could only pat the broad back of the slightly honest monitor lizard guard next to him and said,
"Brother monitor lizard, you look so skinny, let me eat it for you." The
simple-minded monitor lizard couldn't understand Elvish, but when he saw the food, he still couldn't understand it. I took it subconsciously. As the bodyguards of the Skink Priests, they are smarter than the giant lizards who resisted stones in the labor area. They didn't put up much resistance to the contact of the elves. They just blinked their fist-sized eyes and waited with the bowl in hand. Friend's instructions.
Kozrat asked curiously. After all, these pointed ears gave the food in their hands to the surrounding Thoros, or put it back to the original place. Only one person who seemed to be the leader ate a delicious one. insect larvae. "~Hiss, aren't you hungry? The jungle of Lustria does not welcome thin elves like you." "
No, Lustria is waiting for us to conquer."
Regarding the exchange between the prince and the skink, Almost no one knew what it meant, but Davion was vaguely aware of it.
As the dragon prince responsible for the prince's safety this time, he needs to always be aware of possible dangers, such as these insects on the plate that he has never seen before.
The elf suppressed his fear and used his thumb and forefinger to pick up a worm that could barely fit into his eyes. He first applied a few poison-defending magic spells to himself, and then swallowed it with his eyes closed.
Then, a white worm as big as three thumbs burst out of its mouth and splashed thick slurry directly on Mishan, who was two meters away from him.
And Mishan, who was observing the difference between these insects and the insects from his hometown in Diablo, was also shocked. The speed of the thick slurry spurting was so fast that people couldn't react.
A streak of yellow-white thick liquid splashed onto Mishan's proud beard, causing him to tighten his grip on the Storm Spire in his hand, apparently wanting to spar with Davian.
Imrik, who was supposed to stop his men from igniting a fight, was standing there with his arms crossed, pretending not to notice the worms being spit out next to him, and Davian, who was explaining to Mishan, had been looking at the equipment in Thoros' hands.
After all, watching a good show requires watching more. I don’t know how long this peaceful and comfortable life can last.
In just two years, Caledor has participated in two very large-scale battles, and Sotek's prophecy will not be as simple as meeting Tehenhoin. The war against the rats may become a reality.
Thoros, who was coming and going, entered the cafeteria under the leadership of Veteran Scar. Under the instructions of Master Ma, Veteran Scar knew that the group of elves in front of him were not enemies of the big plan. They only obtained food from the skinks and stood there eating. , looking at the two hot-blooded people who were about to take action.
Davian, who noticed this situation, coughed a few times. Although he was not afraid of the eyes of these cold-blooded people, Mishan's eyes that were about to spit out fire would not deceive others.
"How about we solve it later, with so many lizardmen watching?" As he spoke, Davian took out a towel from his arms and motioned for Mishan to wipe it quickly.
Imric was very pleased with Davian's cowardly look. The Dragon Prince was much better than before, he was calm and flexible in his work.
So he stopped Mi Shan from preparing to beat him, and quickly advised him, "Don't be impatient. We are on someone else's territory, so it's not easy to do anything. We can do whatever we want when we get back." The Skink Priest on the side looked at him curiously
. The few people who were trying to break up the fight couldn't help but feel something strange.
It observed some specific situations. The human was grabbing the elf's armor and seemed to want to beat him.
The elf who was favored by the Lord God was holding two hot-blooded species. The friends didn't understand why. Shouldn't Imric help that elf?
The Skink Priest silently recorded this scene and planned to record it on the golden plate, which would be called the Caledor Hot-Blooded Observation Notes.
(End of chapter)