Different World Online

This is an experienced mercenary group;

It was not evident from the slightly damaged weapons of these people, but from the fact that they did a pretty good job of reconnaissance;

The 15-man reconnaissance team, three people in a team, moved forward in alternating patterns;

Every mile or so, a reconnaissance team would wait on the roadside, on guard, waiting for the team to return, and a new team of three would set out again to scout forward;

This method was very tiring for the mercenaries, who often traveled more than three times as far in a day as the main force.

But for them, this is also the safest way to move forward, no doubt about it;

They were very professional, unlike the novels Steve had read in his previous life, where a huge team would just set out with their heads covered, regardless of any dangers ahead.

Walking on the muddy road in the forest, Steve shook off the thick black mud on the soles of his feet and scratched his head helplessly.

Now is the short autumn in the North. The sea breeze rushing in from the raging sea in the east brings a lot of rain, soaking most of the North and making the climate here both humid and cold.

"Go sit in the carriage!"

On the side, the mercenary leader Joseph spoke calmly.

He has always been more caring towards generous old men like Steve.

"No!" Steve politely shook his head and refused.

The environment here is completely different from the Zerg battlefield. He needs to adapt to the terrain here as quickly as possible, while also changing his combat habits.

To put it simply, he had to adjust all his habits of walking and fighting in the desert when he got here.

As a guy with rich experience in theoretical adventures, he didn't want to lose his life because of slipping.

Soon, a day passed. After having dinner with the mercenaries, they lay down inside the defensive wall formed by the carriages and prepared to sleep.

Tonight is the day of the party. Unlike last month, this month, Steve has come to the world of Toril.

This also means that he can gradually join the interaction with party members and gain more ways to become stronger.

......

In the endless wilderness of the western North, Eugene returned to his tent after a busy day;

Today he led the warriors of his tribe and had a fierce battle with the Gnoll tribe in the west;

It’s called fighting, but it’s actually bullying;

In terms of individual combat power, the orcs' strong physique is not inferior to that of the gnolls who are about six feet tall;

In terms of high-end combat power, the fourth-level Storm Lord Eugene even beat the opposing gnoll leader;

It can be said that, except for the purebred orcs of the big tribe, the half-orc tribe that Eugene belongs to is not inferior to any surrounding forces;

But even so, when the long winter came, nearly half of the tribe would starve to death;

Taking off his patched fur coat, Eugene, covered in scars, sat tiredly by the campfire, sighing as he looked at the broth with only a little oil in the pot.

“Winter is coming, and these damned bandits have little money left;

The Dream Master was obviously of no help in the Zerg battlefield;

Apparently, the only person he asked for help was the woman who was obviously a drow elf...

Alas, I really don't want to deal with these women who have more tricks than dried cow dung!"

If his ancestors were not buried here, he really wanted to lead his tribe to migrate eastward, leaving the barren and endless wilderness and heading east to where humans and elves lived.

He wanted nothing else but a piece of fertile, arable land.

......

Underground in the eastern part of the North, the Underdark.

Like most lords, Margaret's pioneering career was difficult and embarrassing.

Lack of food, weapons, soldiers, and craftsmen...

The most important thing is that she lacks slaves!

In the Underdark, slaves were the hard currency. In Menzoberranzan where her mother lived, the number of slaves was five times the permanent population. This was despite the fact that many slaves were constantly rebelling and dying.

The only slaves Margaret currently possessed were a group of underground kobolds numbering no more than forty;

These little dog-headed fellows are neither loyal nor able to fight;

Apart from barking all day and making her head ache, these damn dogs could do nothing more than dig holes.

However, to the north of her simple dungeon, there was a group of gray dwarves;

She sent her warriors to investigate, and found that they were a group of over a thousand gray dwarves, with a complete ruling class and social structure;

They live in a labyrinthine underground kingdom, digging for ores like termites, forging them into weapons, and selling them to passing merchants.

It was fat and rich, and Margaret loved it.

As one of the most suitable races for slavery in the underground world, the evil and cunning gray dwarves are not as kind as their surface relatives, but their stubborn minds and forging skills are not much different;

As slaves, they are tough and durable. With their dark vision, they are fully adapted to underground life and can do all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

And most of the gray dwarves also master more than one craft, including but not limited to forging, mining, planting, hunting, tracking...

Some gray dwarves even have a good grasp of dark cuisine.

......

Under the deep blue starry sky, two purple lights appeared again.

"Good evening, Mr. Steve, good evening, Mr. Chief." Margaret's slightly hoarse and seductive voice sounded.

"Hello." Steve nodded at the two of them with a calm expression.

After a simple greeting, Eugene looked at the Lady of the City first and said simply and directly:

"Madam City Lord, winter is approaching and my tribe needs a lot of food. Do you have any connections?"

Eugene knew that asking this question would expose his bottom line, which was considered a taboo in negotiations by cunning humans, but he thought about it for a long time before coming here;

He was a half-orc, and playing with minds was not his strong suit;

And there is a high chance that the opponent is a drow elf who is more cunning than humans;

Eugene, who had traveled to the world of Toril, knew that it was extremely stupid to fight against an opponent in a field that he was not good at.

Moreover, in his opinion, as long as 70% of the tribesmen could survive the winter, it would be considered a victory;

Hearing Eugene's words, Margaret affirmed without hesitation:

"I don't need any connections, I have food!"

She didn't actually have much food, but her [Bluff] skill was over 140 points;

As long as he could trick Eugene into capturing slaves for him, he could use the slaves to exchange for large quantities of cheap food from the city of Menzoberranzan.

It is well known that the drow have long since mastered the art of torture, infliction, and slavery.