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Only when you pick it up do you know how thin it is and how rigid it is.

This is not silver, much less iron, but...steel.For the Horde, steel is more rare than gold, silver and gems.

These tribal leaders held it and looked at the two leaders of the meeting on the main seat.

"'Steel coin'." Scar said, "It is equivalent to a standard gold coin, and silver coins and copper coins of the same value."

They lowered their heads, repeatedly looked at the medium of exchange in their hands, and exchanged glances with each other.

"Why take this extra step?" Someone finally asked.The trade in the Orc Empire was not booming. Lacerda even stopped minting currency for a long time, but various equivalents and their exchange ratios have been agreed upon. This move by Sasheer and humans is just an additional choice. They Not necessarily exclusion, but still need to express their opinions.

Scar didn't answer, but the Far East magician responded.

"I provide enough armor and weapons without any restrictions on purchases. The quantity is enough to arm a country, and the power is enough to destroy a country. It is difficult for anyone to resist such a temptation." The human with a pair of magical eyes raised his eyes, "but the strength of one's neighbor is the weakness of one's own. For this reason, different tribes and city-states will fight with each other, and the pursuit of great force will be at any cost. Gold, silver and precious stones come here like rainwater. With horses and livestock, there are still people. Therefore, plundering and conquest, the weak have no bones left, and the strong have scars... Then, Sacher only needs to attack easily."

There was a soft sucking sound, and the tribal leaders looked at him in disbelief. Some people were even about to burst into rage, but when they met those black eyes that seemed to come from the abyss of a nightmare, their violent emotions fell into an ice cave.

The Far Eastern magician's tone was indifferent, "If there is a new alliance..."

There was no glimmer of light in his black pupils, "The war will come again."

The war has just ended.

The Imperial Capital Expeditionary Army was wiped out.

The great shaman died here without a whole body.

A huge building sprang up in front of them.

Forbidden, stronger and more skilled minions than even their warriors, werewolves than Thasher.

There was an uneasy silence on the conference table, no one could look directly into the eyes of the Far East Warlock, and many people had to turn their eyes to Scar Nightmare.

Scar's face was expressionless, his gaze was slightly slanted, Boss lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, and the mood of the two of them was expressed in a milder vocabulary in the settlement, which should be this:

...Fuck!

Why didn't you (you) tell us at the beginning!

Only the steel in the settlement is produced like water, which is extremely difficult to damage and easy to identify. No one inside or outside the Orc Empire has been able to imitate it for a long time, which fully demonstrates their skills. Compared with thin paper money, These tribes are also more receptive to so...

"However—" the Far Eastern magician said lightly, "this kind of game is no longer interesting."

He intertwined his fingers, put them in front of him, leaned his shoulders against the back of the chair, his eyes fell, as if shrouded in the cold night, "I don't need this kind of order, and I don't need worthless death. Therefore, I will change the way—— I buy from you raw materials and labor for the same value as I buy."

Another period of silence passed, and then Patriarch Aquinas of Huckle asked softly: "Dear magician... the labor you need, please forgive me for understanding it this way, refers to slaves?"

"They can be used, but not only they can be used." The Far East Warlock said, "You are lucky. I just have a goal to achieve here, and I need a very large number of people to support it for five years. I work and don't need them to be a burden to me."

Five years is also the time during which they can trade at a stable price.This almost gave people an illusion that after completing his goal, this terrifying human magician might no longer be a threat to them.

"This...Master Sorcerer," Sahir's patriarch shook hands under the table before asking in a hoarse tone, "Excuse me, can I ask, what is your goal?"

The Far Eastern magician didn't answer his question immediately, and after he turned his breathless gaze out of the window, someone noticed that he seemed to be smiling.

"A city like no other."

The bell for dinner the next morning didn't ring on time, and most of the orcs who joined the bonfire carnival got up late, but only this place that has been deeply invaded by humans will be particular about the time, they just think that the time has not yet come , even if the sun has already crossed the hills.Only the high-level orcs who lived with the patriarchs knew how difficult it was for them to sleep after meeting with the Far East magician. After the orcs who did not receive the return order felt the familiar feeling of hunger, just like the past ten days, they were very conscious. Go down to the lobby to pick up the food.

On the stairs, they were again startled by the changes in the hall.

Forest-like tall wooden frames were erected everywhere overnight, leaving only a circular open space around the pool, and a wide walkway leading directly to the flat open space outside the hall, where wooden boxes were piled up like a mountain, and Sacher's werewolves and humans were just walking Ants are busy moving them into the hall.

The window of the cafeteria is still in place, but there is an extra line of text above the window. Some orcs noticed this line of text, but most of them just glanced over it and didn’t care what it contained. , Their eyes have been stopped on the boxes that were brought in.With the orc's keen sense of smell, the surrounding wood smell could not cover up the familiar oily smell.

That's not the taste of food.

They walked back between bites of hash browns, watching the werewolves and humans lift the wooden lids and take out the things wrapped in oil-soaked straw paper, peeling back the outer layers to reveal the luminous inner parts underneath.

Many orcs stopped chewing and watched dully as they simply wiped them with animal skins, and then put them on the wooden racks one by one, from one end to the other.

Weapons...are weapons.

All kinds of knives and swords are sharp and flawless; all kinds of ingenious bows, crossbows, bow arms are tough, and arrows are dense; Reflecting human faces, the lines are as smooth as metal muscles.

After a brief moment of sluggishness, they rushed over.

The werewolf yelled at them not to cut things down, which didn't mean not to move, it would only arouse the enthusiasm of these orcs even more.The distance between the wooden frames is enough for three tall orcs to walk side by side. The structure of the short crossbow is unfamiliar, and the long bow has not been stringed yet. Most of them stretched out their hands to the largest number of swords first.Before that, they only briefly touched the few rewards that Sacher prepared for the victors of the Musa Conference. Others take a second look...but now they are close at hand!

When the hall was full of noise again, Luza carried Mel and walked between the wooden frames. Mel held the hash browns with both hands and ate slowly, his clear eyes reflected the flash of weapons. Apra stopped in front of a wooden frame. He got down, stretched out his hands, and held up a sword.

During this period of time, he has been with the father and son, and followed the human being to the prisoner-of-war camp for "classes" on time every day, so he missed many exciting and intense competitions, and he also never experienced these weapons made by humans, except that the patriarch took them with him after he obtained them. He carried two short swords that he never left. He had never seen such a high-level weapon.Holding it in his hands, he stared at the rigid and dense appearance and the straight and sharp lines.

This is a long sword that can be called beautiful in appearance, even without any carvings.Its beauty lies in itself.

The slender hilt is densely wrapped with shiny hemp thread. The blade is longer, but only three fingers wide, and maybe one finger thick, which makes it seem less weighty. It is almost unheard of among the orc tribes. This kind of weapon, iron can only be hardened by quenching, but then it will become very brittle. When fighting, they would rather step on the bent sword with their feet than fight with a broken sword.

Apra pinched the tip of Ruifeng's sword, exerted strength with both hands, and was a little surprised to find that the spine of the sword was not moving at all.

His strength is not particularly outstanding among the clansmen, but it is far from being so insignificant.

Luza turned around and walked over.

"It's a sword of all steel," he said.

"All steel?" Apra's eyes widened.

Luza turned his head and looked around, bent down and put Mel on the ground, took the long sword from Apra, put one end of the sword on the bottom of the wooden frame, and stepped on it.

The blade finally showed an insignificant arc, and it rebounded quickly after he moved it away. Apra quickly picked up the sword, and wiped it nervously with his hands while peeping around. Then he hissed, raised his hand, It took a while for the thin wound to bleed.He turned his head. In the aisle they were in, there were countless long swords of the same standard on display on a whole row of wooden shelves. respectively.

Mel stood in front of the wooden frame and turned his head to look to the other side. Two humans in gray clothes came over, one of them was holding the wooden box, and the other took out a palm length from it, two thin wooden boards of different colors, folded into a short triangle In the shape of a cylinder, it is placed flat in front of each long sword, and black words and numbers are written on the outward side.They kept repeating this process like this. When they passed the three big and small orcs, they just signaled them to give way, put down the triangle and continued to move forward.

Luza and Apra leaned over to identify the numbers on it.

"Nine……?"

"Nine general-purpose gold coins? I have many! I must have many nines!" An orc's face was flushed, his eyes were flaming, and he had a sword between each thick knuckle, and his belt was full of battle axes. With one longbow after another under his arm, he said in a voice that was almost growling, "Buy them all! They are ours! These weapons should be ours! No matter what the cost... How many gold and silver coins do we have now? No matter who it is, now! Immediately! Bring them all! Let Kirke bring the troops back to the tribe immediately! It’s too late! Patriarch! Patriarch? Patriarch!!”

While urging the orcs in front of him with his fellow clansmen, he looked at other orcs who were as crazy as him with jealousy and bitterness, as if they were all his enemies, but in fact they would soon become his enemies.However, his patriarch's expression did not show his joy. The middle-aged werewolf lowered his head and stroked the long sword on his knee, and then raised it in front of his centurion.

"Put it back first."

The patriarch of Kanlar said, "Put back the one in your hand, too."

The commander was stunned, and the other werewolves in Kanlar also looked incredible. "What crazy talk are you talking about?" He stepped in front of him, "Look! This is steel! It's not iron, it doesn't have any iron at all! Only human kings and nobles can keep it as a heirloom, but Here, so, so many, it's the arsenal of the beast god! It's only nine gold coins, it's a free gift! We see what we can get, if we don't hold them in our hands, our good Neighbors are not polite at all! Don't you see?"

"But can you take it?" said the chief of Kanlar.

"what……?"

The patriarch of Kanral rose to his feet.He glanced over those orcs who were panting heavily to collect as many weapons as possible, and didn't care even if they were cut by unsheathed sharp blades. A team of werewolves and humans, dressed in black, with a strong figure, looked indifferently at the violent and ugly appearance of many orcs in the hall.These foreign orcs, who were dazed by their blood, didn't even realize when they came.

"No one can take them away from Sacher. For the Far East magician..." He said slowly, the faces of his warriors were still dissatisfied as soon as the name was uttered, but their ears were all pricked up, "The one who doesn't Allow us to do so."

"Why?!" His commander called out.

"With his strength and Sacher's covenant." Kanlar's patriarch said, "There is no free good thing in this world, especially when facing a strong man. That one only accepts us with minerals and labor for these weapons, and they must still be here until we pay the price."

Such conditions are somewhat special, but they are not harsh. The words of the patriarch Kanlar conveyed the other party's tough attitude. If it was what Scar Nightmare said, these werewolves would still shout a few words, but from the "Far East Magician" , not even the loudest guy has any opinion on it.No one asked why, and no one questioned whether Sachel's werewolves agreed with him. "Minerals?" they said. "We don't have Sacher's iron! But we have slaves, how will they exchange them, how will they be calculated?"

This is not something that can be explained in one or two sentences.

Until most of the foreign orcs finally calmed down, because of some trivial incidents such as confrontation and fighting, many new weapons saw blood in advance, and after being severely stopped by some strong hands in black, it was the turn of the hall door. The long table on the side began to be lively.Although at last night's meeting, Boss had repeatedly explained the specific method of the transaction on behalf of the two leaders, but it is hard to say whether it was because the Far East magicians put too much pressure on them. After the second day, many tribes When the patriarch faced the questioning of the warriors in the clan, he was uncertain about his own understanding.They didn't see the white wolf this morning, but at the long table next to the door with those men in black, there were a few faces familiar to these foreign orcs. Represented by humans and stinky-faced werewolves, they have become very accustomed to looking for credible answers from each other during this period of time.

Thanks to the deterrence of those werewolves and humans in black, the question-and-answer scene was able to maintain the most basic order, and even unrelated people with children could listen in from a distance.

Apra's expression changed with the content, and Lusa was also concentrating on it. Mel stood in front of them, looking forward and looking up, he could only see countless crowded hairy legs and things that were not suitable for children. He lowered his head and stretched out his little hands Going into the pocket of his coat, he wanted to take out the Nine Links he had just obtained yesterday—like this suit, it was a gift from human beings, and then a small object fell out following his movements.

To be precise, it jumped out.

The bone bead bounced all the way, until it rolled to a tall orc's short boots before slowly rolling to a stop. He stopped and looked down at his feet.The orc was still wearing the black clothes from last night, with black hair and sharp golden-green eyes.

In the noisy surroundings, an old voice rose from the ground, crawling out of the abyss like a ghost: "...I will definitely die. That human being can kill me, and he will definitely kill me. He will be shrouded in a nightmare, and he I will not be spared, who in our tribe will be spared?" The voice gradually rose and rumbled, filling the entire hall, "But before mankind puts the empire under its feet, there is still a glimmer of life... Si Ka Nightmare! You will return to glory, you will become the Emperor! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!"