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Arrows clanked and pierced the wood of the carriage.

Windlo just took a look and thought, isn’t this short crossbow a special craft of the dwarves?

Although such a short crossbow arrow has a weak impact, it has a very strong armor-piercing ability.

Mousse even reached out and pulled out a crossbow arrow and placed it in front of Wendlow.

"Take a good look at who our enemy is!"

Once again, it was confirmed that only dwarves could use such a sophisticated crossbow, which completely confirmed the other party's identity.

"Hey, dwarves, we are not greenskins, we are human traders from the Empire."

"Confirmed! It's really a human caravan. You guys stay behind while the others scout the surroundings. We'll go over and take a look."

Windlo took out a mirror and used the reflection of the mirror to see the bushes from which the crossbow arrows were shot. Several dwarf rangers slowly walked out of it.

While on guard, he moved towards the carriage.

"Don't move, those dwarves' crossbows are loaded!"

Mousse's warning directly pierced through Windlo's laxity, and he immediately noticed that the three dwarves were maintaining their battle formation and moving towards this side.

If it jumps out suddenly, they might be frightened and aim and shoot reflexively.

Windlow first raised his palms to indicate that they were human hands, not green hands.

Then he slowly raised his hands, and when he was sure that the dwarf's crossbow was completely facing the ground, he slowly stood up.

Of course, he wasn't carrying any weapons and there was nothing threatening about raising his hands.

"By the grace of Valaya's beer, this is truly a human merchant. Be alert all around!"

The leading dwarf ranger strode towards Windlow and patted him hard on the waist.

"You, are you not hurt? In the Red Eye Mountain where the greenskins are rampant, every dwarf ranger is very alert."

This is the dwarves' special way of apologizing. It is indeed difficult to get them to admit their mistakes.

Mousse rolled his eyes and expressed his dissatisfaction directly.

"Are you guys blind? You can't even tell the difference between greenskins and humans?"

It only took this one sentence for Windlo to realize that the conflict between dwarves and elves was not a coincidence, and that different conflicts would definitely break out between the two sides on various occasions.

That's it, Windlow can understand both sides.

The dwarves were in a constant state of combat and their nerves were tense because they had been fighting the greenskins here for a long time.

Mousse was angry. After all, there was a huge gap between humans and greenskins. Besides, could greenskins drive a carriage to do business?

The elves and dwarves must not be allowed to communicate with each other. Windlo has to do the communication himself.

"What's going on here at Red Eye Mountain?"

There is no point in cursing and shirking responsibility. The most urgent thing now is to understand the situation here to avoid any accidents in the future.

Karak Redeye Mountain is a medium-sized dwarf kingdom. Theoretically, it is impossible for greenskins to survive here.

But after seeing the dejected look on the face of this dwarf ranger team, Windlow guessed what was happening here.

Karak Redeye Mountain is definitely no longer in the hands of the dwarves, perhaps it has been taken away by the greenskins, and this group of dwarf rangers are the remnants of the Redeye Mountain Kingdom.

Knowing how to calm others down, Wendlow did not directly expose the truth but immediately changed the subject.

"What is your mission?"

"Of course, we have to clear out the greenskins near Red Eye Mountain, and then we have to protect the last land of our Red Eye Mountain Kingdom - Karak Kadrin."

Wow, Windlow really guessed it right. The dwarves of the Red Eye Mountain Kingdom were destroyed by the greenskins, leaving only the last city.

If you want to do business well, you really can't go to the north.

"Well, I am an Imperial merchant, and I have come to the Dwarven land to exchange trade, sell human products, and purchase Dwarven crafts."

"Do you have any wine for sale?"

As for the dwarves, they prefer to drink the fine wine they brew themselves.

However, due to insufficient land resources and manpower, they cannot use large amounts of grain to make wine like humans do.

Therefore, when they have no other choice or when resources are tight, they will buy human-brewed wine to rinse their mouths.

Bretonnian wine was too sissy, and Imperial wine wasn't good, but the beer was delicious, especially the iced beer, which even dwarves were willing to praise.

"Of course, I have a lot of cargo, mainly furs and wine."

"Let's go. I'll take you to Kaderin, but I have a question. Who is that woman? I have an uncomfortable feeling when I look at her."

The dwarf ranger pointed directly at Mousse, which is a very impolite gesture in the culture of the dark elves.

"She?"

Wendlow quickly stood between Mousse and the dwarf.

"She is... a caravan guard I hired, so she is very murderous. It's best not to talk to her."

"Oh, I see."

The dwarf ranger directly believed what Windlo said. It seemed that the woman was really a caravan guard. This unpleasant feeling might be murderous intent.

Without doubting Mousse's true identity, the entire team then divided two rangers out to continue patrolling, while the others led Windlo's caravan all the way to Kadlin and completed the rotation mission.

Under the guidance of the dwarf, the road in the mountains seemed to become much easier to walk on.

In just one morning, the two drove the carriage successfully to Kadrin Fortress, which is also the last city of the Red Eye Mountain Dwarf Kingdom.

In a land full of dwarves, Mousse knew to keep a low profile, wearing a merchant's hat to cover his ears and trying not to say a word.

Windlo drove his carriage to the dwarf-only market area and spent a long time finding a public stall in a not-so-good location.

The biggest difference between dwarves and humans is rules.

Completely different from human cities, dwarf cities pay more attention to regularity.

The commercial area is the commercial area, the artisan area is the artisan area, and the military area is the military area. Each area can only do things specified in that area.

The stalls had to be set up in locations that were well designated for commercial purposes, so there was no way for Windlow to make use of his keen ability in selecting commercial locations.

But dwarves do not forbid advertising when doing business. Unlike traditional dwarven merchants and vendors who promote their products in a rigid manner, a human like Windlo has ten thousand ways to brag about his products.

"Come and have a look. This is high-quality Kislev leather. It has been strictly processed after being peeled off. It is warm and cut-resistant."

"Kvass brewed in Kislev is sweet and fragrant. It doesn't have the bitterness of beer, but it has the bubbles of beer. It's just as refreshing as burping."

"We have some heavy-duty goods, the hottest throat-burning vodka in Kislev! Come and have a look! You won't be cheated if you buy it."

Looking at the dwarf walking towards them, Mousse just made a hissing sound, stepped back on his own, found a quiet corner, and leaned against the wall to rest.

"I'll take a nap and put your business expertise to good use."