Chapter 3334 Can Lick Again

"You, who are you?"

For the indigenous dwarves on the planet, it is difficult to imagine the identity of this dwarf.

Among the group of indigenous dwarves, the eldest old dwarf unconsciously used honorifics after seeing John Sal.

Compared with the younger dwarves, this old dwarf was obviously more knowledgeable.

In his impression, when their dwarf empire was not destroyed, most of those generals and high officials wore this kind of attire.

This dwarf native speaks Europa, and John Thrall naturally does not have the possibility of not understanding it.

However, the other party's words still made him feel a little surprised.

Although according to the information provided by the captain of the previous detection spacecraft, there should have been a civilization that developed to a certain extent on this planet, but they always thought that this civilization had perished long ago.

And now it seems that the extinction of this civilization should not be too long, and it will last for hundreds of years.

Don't think this number is very large, the dwarves are a long-lived race.

For the dwarves, hundreds of years are like decades for humans.

A civilization that perished only a few decades ago, a long time?

And it is precisely because they perished not long ago that some older dwarves still retain some of the etiquette and habits left over from the existence of civilization.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for John Sal.

This will make their communication easier, and at the same time, they may be able to learn some things about this planet from the older old dwarves.

Although the history of this planet is not particularly important to them, knowing it is better than not knowing it at all.

Thinking of this, John Salton said...

"I come from the civilization of the world, the king of the dwarves, John Thrall, it is a pleasure to meet you, my fellow aliens."

I haven't used Europa for too many years, and now John Sal is really turning his tongue when he speaks.

This also made the native dwarves on the opposite side listen to him and feel that his accent was a little strange, almost like a fake Europa.

However, the other party obviously does not have the concept of Europa, and he can basically understand it, but there is no communication barrier.

"Myriad civilizations? Alien?"

The old dwarf was obviously very puzzled by the unfamiliar words that came out of John Sal's mouth one after another.

This situation is also within the expectations of John Sal.

Their Myriad Realms have been fighting for so many years, and they have collected more natives.

Therefore, for this piece, they naturally have a set of rhetoric.

Under this premise, the other party is not a pure aboriginal, and the former civilization still allows them to bring some culture.

Especially the old dwarf, the other party has a concept of 'planet'.

This made John Sall unable to help update the information in his mind. From this point of view, the previous speculation of the captain of the spacecraft has almost been confirmed, that is, the indigenous dwarves on this planet have at least developed to gold level.

And a planet that once had a golden civilization has turned into what it is now?

For a moment, John Sal's mind was full of thoughts.

"Can you tell me what happened on this planet? My fellow aliens? Of course, before that..."

While speaking, John Sal waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers under his command to release the electromagnetic shackles on the native dwarves and let them out.

I copied this to them before, just in case.

Now that we have determined that we can communicate peacefully, it will save a lot of trouble.

At the same time, the guards around John Sal were his ace troop, the soldiers of the Thunder Troop. Are you still afraid of these obviously malnourished, yellow-faced and thin-faced indigenous dwarves?

The release of the electromagnetic shackles made the native dwarves heave a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, looking at the well-dressed John Sal, a little hope rose in their hearts.

"Get some food for our fellow aliens, they look starving."

After receiving the order from John Sal, the people below moved quickly.

Before it was officially approached, the wafting fragrance made the stomachs of the native dwarves let out bursts of mourning, and the whole movement was like turning a river overturned.

Although it's just some self-heating military rations and brewed instant soup, for these native dwarves who often don't have enough to eat, the meals on the plate are simply unprecedented luxury.

The scent that came out was even more deadly.

But surprisingly, no one acted rashly.

Obviously, with John Thrall, these native dwarves aren't defenseless either, they're back to earth, but they're not stupid...

After you looked at me and I looked at you for a while, the eyes of a group of native dwarves finally focused on the old dwarf.

It seems that the old dwarf, among this group of dwarves, still belongs to the more respected.

In response, the old dwarf thanked John Thrall before turning his head and saying to the dwarves behind him...

"Eat."

Before he finished speaking, the native dwarves, like hungry wolves with red eyes, grabbed the food from the plate and stuffed it into their mouths frantically.

That look made the old dwarf look embarrassed for a while.

Although they are dwarves, most of them have bold and unrestrained personalities, but they were civilized after all.

Of course, after thinking about it, the old dwarf was holding the spoon and stuffed the first bite of food into his mouth, the speed at which he eliminated the food was increasing, and the eating pattern was inevitably getting worse and worse.

These dozens of dwarves almost looked like reincarnations of starving ghosts, but according to the materials in their spaceships, it was naturally easy to feed them.

But John Sall didn't do that.

It's not that he has any ideas, but because these dwarves look like they have been malnourished for a long time, and it's not good to let them eat too much all of a sudden.

After they had eaten all the food in front of them, John Sal ordered all the plates to be removed.

Most of the dwarf soldiers who were responsible for removing the dinner plate had expressions on their faces that seemed to want to laugh but couldn't.

Even in the army, they all pay attention to economy and cannot waste any grain of food.

However, there is not even a drop of soup left in this plate, is this too exaggerated?

The plates that the group of native dwarves had eaten were really cleaner than their faces.

Looking at the removed dinner plates, the native dwarves all looked like they didn't know what to do.

They felt that the plate could be licked again, not bright enough.

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