The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 134 You guys are really talented

Attilan wanted to slap them all to death for such dwarves who were missing a bone in their heads, but when he thought about the fact that the kingdom really lacked blacksmiths.

Even two swords like theirs are still scarce.

"Fischer, please send someone to report quickly. There is no need to gather soldiers. This is all a misunderstanding."

Then he glanced at the group of dwarves lightly, waved his hand and released a ball of water of life to treat their injuries.

"You untie them and then test their blacksmithing skills. If they are useful, they can be kept. Dwarves who are not good at blacksmithing and can do prospecting and mining can also be kept."

The cold dragon eyes stared at the dwarves, making them afraid to breathe.

"If you dare to talk nonsense and lie about your strength, I will let you know what real fear is. Don't think about running away."

"The healing technique just now is not just a healing technique!"

"understand!"

The dwarf leader nodded repeatedly and answered loudly.

The dwarf followed Fisher, and the whipped men and horses were called over again.

"Do you know why you were beaten?"

The leading dwarf looked angry and dissatisfied.

"Isn't it just beating a few dwarves? Why does the Dragon Lord punish the brothers for the dwarves?"

Attilan said coldly:

"I'm not beating you because you beat the dwarves, but because you were making fires to cook while on patrol! Also, which patrol team still carries an iron pot when patrolling!"

"Are you patrolling or having a picnic! If you encounter a jackal, are you going to use that pot of broth to kill the jackal!?"

At this time, a fish man came over carrying five kilograms of dried meat and gave each of the five men a kilogram of dried pork.

"This is?"

The men and horses looked at each other.

"This is a reward for you. You defeated the dwarf without killing the dwarf. You did a good job and have brains."

The Centaur team leader held his head high and said:

"Report to the Dragon Lord, it was Governor Fisher who stopped us, otherwise we might have killed the leading dwarf, so I think these dried meats should be rewarded to the Governor."

Attilan snorted coldly.

"Are you still in the mood to care about Fisher? How can he lose a few kilograms of dried meat as a warlord? You still listen to honesty, so what? You still want me to reward you with another kilogram of dried meat for your honesty?"

"Or reward with a whip?"

The men and horses were photographed by the dragon's power coming towards them, and they immediately closed their mouths.

"Remember them all. Whoever lights the fire during patrols in the future will not be as simple as ten lashes. I have memorized all the wartime regulations!"

"Get off!"

Attilan waved his hand impatiently, and then the team leader took his four men down to rest.

Their Ten-lash Attilan didn't treat them. There were blood marks all over their bodies after being hit by the Ten-lash. Now they all went back to the barracks with weak legs to take medicine and rest.

There are many men and horses in Water Cellar Town. Attilan once selected some men and horses to go to the forest man and horse tribe for further training. He wanted to see if he could produce a few rangers who were good at archery and natural magic.

As for the centaur warriors, even the barbarians are more valuable than them. Of course, they are totem warriors with animal spirits. Barbarians are just like the warriors, but they can't resist the animal spirits that can use magic.

In terms of group value, the warrior is definitely the highest, but the individual value of the warrior is undoubtedly the lowest among all professions.

To rule the kingdom depends on warriors, and to develop the kingdom depends on mages.

Soon, Fisher came over with a strange expression.

"Dragon Lord, I can't comment on what these dwarves have mastered. You should go and see for yourself."

"Aren't they uneducated and useless dwarves who are rejected by their fellow citizens?"

Attilan walked to the blacksmith shop in Water Cellar Town out of curiosity.

In the basket in front of the dwarf, there were more than a dozen shining dwarf gold coins.

Fisher said with a strange expression:

"They said they could turn brass into gold, so I asked them to try it, and to my surprise, they actually turned brass into gold coins."

"Lord Dragon, what level of blacksmiths are they? What level of treatment should we give them?"

The corners of Attilan's mouth also twitched.

"I finally understand why these guys are rejected by other dwarves."

It turns out that they don't have talents and abilities, it's just that their talents are not used in the right place.

Compared with normal honest and honest dwarves, these guys are more like gray dwarves who have been twisted by the illithid. They have even mastered the art of pretending to be gold to make gold coins.

The dwarf leader smiled confidently and came to Attilan holding the copper and gold coins.

"Dragon Lord, the gold coins we forge can definitely be fake. Even the dwarf blacksmith, only the casting master can tell the authenticity of the gold coins without destroying them."

"If you use these gold coins made of brass to buy supplies in the human kingdom in the north, I believe you will make a lot of money."

Attilan looked at the dwarf leader with a smile.

"If it's really so profitable, why don't you do it yourself instead of coming to me?"

The smile on the dwarf leader's face froze.

"Because of large-scale material transactions, human lords generally ask a mage to test the transaction currency. At that time, our gold coins may be exposed."

"Actually, we are already improving this flaw, but we cannot get follow-up funding in the dwarf kingdom, and the research has been suspended."

Attilan smiled and lowered his head, and the strong pressure made the dwarf kneel to the ground.

<divclass="contentadv"> "I think it's because you used fake gold coins to purchase materials for experiments. As a result, the gold coins were circulated into the hands of the forging master, and then you were quickly exposed, right?"

The dwarf leader immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

"I dare not hide it from the Dragon Lord. This is indeed the case. That incident also caused our reputation in the dwarf city to be completely bad. Otherwise, we would not want to rely on this skill to defect to the Dragon Lord."

Attilan said coldly:

"Get up. Since you can make fake gold coins, making ordinary weapons, armor, and farm tools should be easy for you, right?"

The dwarf leader said with some disgust:

"This kind of low-end work should be left to those brainless dwarves. Dwarves like us who have lofty goals should do more creative work!"

Attilan was so angry that he laughed back. He didn't expect such a sneaky person to actually have his own creed in life.

"Then what else can you do? I don't care for idlers here."

"This……"

For a while, the dwarf leaders were really stumped. If they were the kind of dwarves who were willing to do repetitive and bulky labor, they would not study how to quickly obtain wealth.

Finally embarked on the road of gold coin counterfeiting.

One of the dwarves nudged the leader.

"Boss, didn't we also develop a magic metal? How about dedicating it to the Dragon Lord together?"

Attilan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile:

"Magic metal? It seems that I really underestimated you. Tell me, what kind of magic metal is it?"

Seeing the anticipation in Attilan's eyes, the dwarf leader really wanted to pull out the speaking dwarf's tongue, but now he could only bite the bullet and take out a piece of wood from the dimensional bag.

"wood?"

The dwarf leader said with a mournful face:

"That's a magic metal formula we got from an ancient tomb. In order to replicate the metal in the formula, I used a lot of precious materials. I don't know if there's something wrong with the formula."

"It was still because of my improper operation that the magic metal I finally created turned into a piece of wood, even though the energy utilization rate reached 60% as mentioned in the formula."

"But this kind of wood is very fragile. Even an iron sword made by a stupid dwarf can cut it off. It's a waste of the gold coins we worked hard to build."

Co-authors, you not only forged fake gold coins, but also fought backwards. You also used fake gold coins to purchase materials and experiment with magic metal formulas obtained from ancient tombs.

"You guys are really fucking talented!"

The mage's hand grabbed the wood, and Attilan's dragon claws held the wood. After checking it, he input the natural magic power of the druid.

"It is indeed a plant, but it still retains some metallic qualities, hiss!"

Such a strange thing, Attilan felt it necessary to take it back to the bear people to see.

Does using this magical metal, which is the same as wood, violate the restriction that druids cannot use metal weapons?

"Fisher, prepare bean flour broth for them and let them eat. As for their specific use, I will arrange it when I come back."

Attilan turned his head again and asked:

"Where's the formula for magic metal?"

The dwarf leader hesitated.

"This……"

"Am I still short of your magic metal formula? Give the formula to me. If it's valuable, you can have as much bean powder and dried meat as you want every day."

"And I'll let you guys continue to run this magic metal project."

After several dwarves made eye contact, the dwarf opened the dimensional bag and handed the metal piece with the formula written on it to Attilan.

Attilan took the wood, magic metal and formula and returned to Amethyst Mountain as quickly as possible.

The old naughty boy said with a smile:

"I've only been out for less than half a day, and you came back to pick me up. You have a conscience."

Attilan looked around, but didn't see the bear-man.

"Where is my master?"

"It's strange that you would actually take the initiative to find Kyogei. Tell me, what kind of trouble have you encountered?"

"I got a recipe for a magical metal, and the metal turned out to look like wood."

The old naughty boy sneered.

"Why didn't you say you made metal out of wood?"

"I didn't lie to you, look."

Attilan took out the wood and showed it to the old naughty boy. The old naughty boy's face suddenly became serious.

"Where did you get this kind of thing?"

"A group of dwarves said they dug out the recipe from an ancient tomb and then tried to make it themselves, but failed and came up with something like this."

The old naughty boy said very excitedly:

"What a failure? This is a success! What the madmen in the dungeon have been trying for hundreds of years without success was actually made by a group of dwarves inadvertently."

"Let them know, don't make those guys angry to death."

Attilan asked in confusion:

"So, you know what this is?"

"I know very well what this is. I was just a low-level Druid back then. At that time..."

Suddenly, the bearman's voice sounded from behind Attilan.

"Robert, not everything can let him know, you should keep your mouth shut."