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Rodis held his forehead and had a headache: "Tell me, is the news that Booker brought back true?"

"Great Chief, I am willing to take someone to test it out." Suli Lun made up his mind and suggested to Rodis.

"You have to think clearly, that is the base camp of mankind. If the other party is not sincere, you will die." Rodis stared at Su Lilun and said in a deep voice.

"Warchief, if we don't have weapons, even if one of our warriors is equal to ten, we will eventually fail and be eaten up by the gray-skinned goblins, so I am willing to use my life to test it."

"Even if the human price is twice as high as the dwarf price, I am willing to buy it."

Rodis stepped forward, put his head against Su Lilun's head, and said seriously: "I will wait for you for a month at most. If you don't come back after one month, I can only lead the people to migrate south."

"May my God protect you."

"Take care, War Chief."

Su Lilun took the token from Rodis' hand, took three steps back, crossed his hands on his chest, bowed his head in salute, and then exited the camp.

He came to his tribe, selected three hundred centaur archers, and headed northeast.

The day after Su Lilun left, Rodis began to mobilize the troops remaining in Heiyao Mountain and personally led them to defeat the gray-skinned goblins in the west and crush the conspiracy of this group of worms.

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One hundred kilometers away from the camp, Suli Lun and his men were surrounded. If they had not presented the token in time, they would have been dead by now.

"You will come back to camp with me for the time being, and I will decide your whereabouts after I communicate with the 135th Legion." A middle-aged nobleman checked the token in his hand and said to Su Lilun.

"Thank you, sir." Su Lilun breathed a sigh of relief. The human in front of him was still reasonable, otherwise he might be dead.

Back at the station, the middle-aged noble reported the situation to Russell, commander of the 134th Legion.

"Immediately send someone to notify the commander of the Verin Army and inquire about the situation. If these centaurs dare to deceive us, then let them die without their bodies intact."

"Yes, legion commander."

Eight hours later, when Verin received the news, he couldn't wait to tell the messenger and asked him to go back and tell their legion commander to send the group of centaurs to the camp, and also asked him to tell Russell that after the mission was over, , he wanted to host a banquet to entertain the other party.

After receiving the news, Russell looked at the herald and asked again: "The other party really said that they would hold a banquet for me after this mission is over."

"Yes, sir, the commander of the Weilin Army personally told his subordinates." The herald confirmed again.

"Very good, for your hard work." With a smile on Russell's face, he patted the herald's shoulder, turned to his guardian knight and said, "Reward him with ten gold coins."

"Thank you, Commander."

The herald was immediately overjoyed and said respectfully.

Unexpectedly, he was rewarded with ten gold coins just for delivering a message. It was a piece of cake in the sky. For him, an intermediate bronze warrior, it was equivalent to three months of his own military pay.

Two days later, Surilun and his group of centaurs were sent to the camp.

Weilin stood at the gate of the camp, looking at the centaurs that appeared in his sight. The leading centaur was a gold-level centaur, and he felt very satisfied.

This shows that the Centaur attaches great importance to this transaction, otherwise they would send a mainstay here.

"Centaur Sulilun has met your Excellency." Sulilun came to Verin, crossed his hands, and leaned down to salute.

Weilin introduced himself and invited Surilun to his camp.

"Lord Weilin, we need a batch of weapons, and the price is negotiable." Su Lilun directly stated the purpose of this trip without saying any polite words.

When Weilin saw this, he did not go around in circles and replied: "I have a batch of dwarf weapons in my hand, more than 50,000 pieces. I don't know if you can eat them."

"Can your weapons be used?"

Compared with the weapons of the dwarves, the weapons prepared by the human army are more suitable for centaurs.

"No."

Weilin refused without hesitation and sold military weapons. Although his cousin could also suppress the offer, there was no need for him to do it.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Su Lilun felt a little bitter in his heart. The other party was not low-status, nor did he look like a greedy person. He had reached this position at a young age and was stronger than himself. There was really no need to do such a thing.

"Your Excellency, I don't know how many magic crystals you have in the dwarf weapons in your hands." Su Lilun also risked his life. Something is better than nothing. The war between them and the gray-skinned goblins cannot be delayed. As long as it is a weapon, it can Turn it into their fighting power.

"One weapon can be used for three young gray-skinned Goblin slaves, or nine old and weak gray-skinned Goblins." Kyle saw the hint from his master and made an offer to the other party.

After hearing this, Su Lilun turned to look at Weilin, unable to read any information from the other person's face.

"Did this group of humans discover the dwarves' material collection point in the Gray Mansions Wasteland?"

It's no wonder he thought in this direction. Before humans arrived, those dwarves haunted the Gray Mansions Wasteland every day. Sometimes they would come up with custom-made weapons and armor in exchange for the right to use part of the land.

However, Su Lilun didn't say anything. He had to pretend not to know about this kind of thing, otherwise he might not be able to get out of here.

Due to their size, these centaurs are not naturally suitable for mining. It is understandable that these humans would focus on the gray-skinned goblins.

"Sir, what do you think of this, two young gray-skinned goblin slaves with one weapon, or seven old and weak gray-skinned goblins?"

"No, the price is a bit low. My master will suffer a little loss. Two weapons, five young gray-skinned goblin slaves, or fifteen old and weak gray-skinned goblins." Kyle shook his head and raised himself appropriately. s price.

After repeated negotiations, this batch of dwarf weapons was finally traded at the cost of two weapons, three young gray-skinned Goblin slaves, or fourteen old and weak gray-skinned Goblins.

"In half a month, we agreed to trade a hundred kilometers away from here. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"Don't worry, those worm-like gray-skinned goblins are no match for our centaurs. Don't worry, within half a month, we will prepare enough slaves to trade with you."

After seeing off the centaur Surilun, Verin took the map redrawn by Kyle and headed to the headquarters of the 27th Corps.

"I've seen Captain Bulborn, Deputy Commander Medmonkey, and Chief of Staff Balmond." Welin entered the camp and saluted the three of them in turn.

Seeing this, Balmond waved his hand and asked everyone else in the camp to go out. With a smile on his face, he said to his nephew: "Come, sit down and talk."

When Weilin saw the other two nodding, without any courtesy, he came to sit down at the low table, took out the map drawn by Kyle, and spread it out on the low table.