Yuan Zhan walked to the direction of the dwarves with Yan Mo.
“Da Ze and the others tried to get close to them twice already, but their language is different from ours, see if you can understand them.” Yuan Zhan saw the weapons in the hands of those dwarves were lowered, he raised his hand and gestured downwards.
Their vision is obscured in the rain. A warrior closely behind Yuan Zhan was responsible to relay his commands. When he saw Yuan Zhan’s gesture, he Immediately held the spear upright, it was pointed at the dwarves before. The people behind him saw his actions and copied, like that, one by one, all the spears were withdrawn.
Langlang said to Elder Zarza beside him, “what did I tell you, they’re not hostile, right.”
Elder Zarza rolled his eyes at him.
One of Langlang’s hand suddenly shot out and pointed at Yan Mo, “That person’s status must be special, the thing he sits on looks very interesting, I also want one.”
“You want the clan to carry you around? Dream on! ” Elder Zarza directly shot it down.
“It does give me a lot of inspiration. We can remake this thing and use it to carry food, lift our wounded and sick, or we can also use it to transport heavy things. Will they give me one of that, do you think?”
“Clan head! Now is not the time to think about this, They’re here! ”
The giants were stepping on the mud and walking up the soil mountain, Langlang turned his head and shouted something to his people.
The old, weak, sick and disabled of the Worwo clan heard his voice, and all retreated to the very edge of the team.
While all the dwarves that were sitting on the ground stood up. Some of them took positions around the clan head, while the others surrounded people with no combat power.
Yuan Zhan raised a hand.
The warrior team stopped moving forward. The A’wu warriors had gone through a long period of training and had learned how to convey and execute instructions as quickly as possible even in bad weathers. So, even if the order to stop came suddenly, they didn’t have the panicked scene where the person behind bumped into the person in front.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Yuan Zhan also walked out, but the guards and the warriors stayed in place. They had received the Chief’s order before they came: no matter what happened, their priority was to protect the Priest.
Langlang looked up to Yuan Zhan striding over toward him and yelled, “Hey, big guy. Stop there, don’t come over. I don’t want to talk to your thigh!”
It’s the first time Yuan Zhan had ever exchanged words with the dwarves. He could hear what the stocky dwarf in the front said, but he didn’t know what it meant. He spoke raised his voice and talked in Jiuyuan, “Little people, where did you come from? What are you doing here?”
At the back, the corners of Yan Mo’s mouth twitched when he heard these exact words. Maybe he should put teaching their Lord Chief how to use language on the top of his list of to-do when they get back. But the dwarf’s words were not that much civilized either.
Luckily, the little dwarves didn’t understand Yuan Zhan’s words.
Langlang experienced the agonizing language barrier. Dam/n this heavy rain, it’s rather hard even if he wanted to use pictures to communicate.
Yuan Zhan was waiting for someone like Yan Mo, someone with the role of witch or shaman in the other’s group, to come out.
Thinking that their people were the one asking for help, Langlang, could only keep talking while gesturing, “Big people, We wish to take shelter from rain on your mountain, We can give you some combs in return. Look at your messy hair, whoa… It’s even messier because of the heavy rain.”
As expected, races with rich vocabularies are not that… easy. Yan Mo muttered in his heart. Just a few combs to exchange for the accommodation fee of more than two hundred people. That’s not shrewd, it’s already to the ‘sly’ territory. That dwarf must be using this chance to test how low they can go, while also testing their intelligence.
The dwarves’ behaviour remind him of people from some so-called advanced countries in his original world when testing a primitive tribe. Such as that story of them using a plastic lighter worth one-dollar in exchange for a pile of precious gems.
In the eyes of primitive tribesmen, maybe the plastic lighter was of higher value compared to the gems that can’t be eaten and don’t have any use. If it was the him who had just arrived in this world — or even the him right now, he would also be willing to part with a pile of beautiful stones to get a plastic lighter that could be more of use.
However, he’s not a genuine primitive man who was ignorant of the world. He had a clear system of values already in place. When he heard someone wanting to exchange a few combs for long-term stay of two hundred people, he felt more angry than humoured. Is this native dwarf treating him like some naive country bumpkin?
Yuan Zhan heard something like a snort coming from his Lord Priest. But since Yan Mo didn’t say anything, he didn’t know if it was because Yan Mo couldn’t understand the dwarves, or because he had other plans. So Yuan Zhan chose to stay silent for now.
The group of giants in front of them remained silent, not even smiling at them, while the cold rain poured down from the sky. Langlang and the dwarves felt a lot of pressure at the moment.
“Fine. I thought you people are smart, but I see now that you’re a bunch of big idiots, can’t understand me and also can’t talk.” Langlang sighed. He picked out his favourite comb from his hair and took a few steps forward, raising his hand and handed it to Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan took the comb and perfunctorily checked it out. Yan Mo had called this thing a ‘comb’. The comb he’s holding looked finer than the one they picked last time. The teeth were very smooth and uniform, and the back of the comb had beautiful carving of vines.
“Hey, seen it now? Like it? Say something, already! Do you want more of those?” Langlang tried to get a response, while wiping away the rain on his face.
Yuan Zhan tucked the comb into his belt. He’ll be able to use it once Mo’s hair grows longer. Then continued to look at Langlang in silence.
“HEY! Big guy, you just took my comb, you have to say something at least!” Langlang jumped up and down and waved his hand, “Hey, talk to me, didn’t you talk before? Ough, oh my god. Maybe you’re not hostile, but your heads are obviously harder than stone! ”
Langlang looked back to Elder Zarza and his clan members, he was very upset, “The big idiot took my comb, it looks like he wouldn’t give it back. Do we declare war now?”
Elder Zarza had strong urge to cover his face and act like he doesn’t know Langlang at all. He really wanted a leader who’s more like a leader than this one now, but the clan and other elders disagreed with changing Langlang.
Just as the dwarves were at a lost for how to express their request, another elder came out of the crowd.
When Elder Zarza looked at that elder, he heaved a little sigh of relief. At least there’s still this person, who had the clan’s acknowledgement and is more reliable than the leader.
“Ancestral Shaman.” Langlang and Elder Zarza both saluted the Elder, their shaman. The Ancestral Shaman was the only unique role that was different from all the rest of them. Though they are called elder like the others, the clan head and other elders are all respectful towards them.
The Ancestral Shaman was a very beautiful female dwarf with long braids. She nodded to Yuan Zhan and handed over the wooden board that had just been carved to him. Then, she looked up at Yan Mo, who was sitting on the chair.
The Ancestral Shaman knocked her two fists together, her left hand above the right hand, and kept them like that in front of her torso. At the same time, she nodded her head. This was the salute of dwarves.
“Venerable shaman, even the tears of Water God cannot hide your divinity. I am Kathi, the ancestral shaman of Worwo clan.”
See? See? This is how two countries are supposed to open their conversation! Yan Mo straightened up, pressing his right fist to the left of his chest, and nodded back to her. At the same time, he stared fixedly at the dwarf, who was less than one meter tall.
She said that she could feel his divine power… what does that mean? Why would Kathi skip past Yuan Zhan and speak directly to him? Is it because they’re both shamans?
Kathi was a little disappointed seeing Yan Mo remaining silent and only greeting her back. She didn’t expect the giant people’s shaman to understand her but she had hoped the other party would do something.
“Before the snowfall, I heard the whispers of our ancestors that the blood of god had appeared on the Mountain God’s territory, and that danger is coming. At first, I thought that the spirits of our ancestors were telling us that the danger came from the Godblooded one. But after the monsters raided us, I knew then that the ‘danger’ was about them. My clan ask for your help, if you could help us through this difficult time, my people will repay you.”
Kathi was telling the truth, since she thought the other party couldn’t understand her words. That way she could also appear more sincere.
Ancestor’s Spirits? Does that mean the Dwarves’ Ancestral Shamans can communicate with the ghosts of their ancestors? Are there actually ghosts in this world? Or was it some kind of astral body with consciousness?
Yan Mo carefully analysed Kathi’s recount, wanting to pick up more intel on this Ancestral Shaman and the dwarf clan.
What he gathered from Kathi’s words were: This whisper of the ancestor’s spirit doesn’t sound like a prophecy, but like they picked out the highlights related to the safety of the clan out of the things they saw and conveyed it to the ancestral shamans, letting the Ancestral Shaman interpret it herself.
Yuan Zhan over there had seen what’s carved on the wooden board clearly, it was a simple stick figure drawing, but the meaning is easy to figure out.
On the board, a group of dwarves is walking into the city. One dwarf is giving something to a giant while the giant is holding fruits and strange items in their hands.
Thanks for the chapter.
I think these dwarves are really interesting. Especially the leader. He is so funny…
(灬º‿º灬)♡
I finally caught up just when it’s getting interesting too 😭
Thank you for the chapter!
Usually dwarves are labelled as master artisans so with them around Yan Mo’s drawings would soon be realized if they can make a consensus…?🤔
Yeah, I think they will skip the gate to directing build suspended gate 😂. I felt pity because this dwarves will definitely be swindled by Yan Mo lol.