Persie entertained Wolf Blade and Hale with good food and wine, and the moment Wolf Blade took off his cloak, the shock on Bossie's face never dissipated.

From time to time, he stared at the wolf blade left and right, and probably saw that in the end, Percy also felt a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said:

"I've also seen orcs from books, but I've never seen them alive, forgive me Brother Wolf Feng~"

Wolf Feng didn't want to discuss this topic, but just made a gesture at Bethy who didn't care, and asked the question he cared about:

"Brother Percy, I heard that there are merchants from the dragon camp who have come to buy precious materials, is this true?"

Percy suddenly became nervous, and made a silent gesture at Wolf Feng:

"Brother Wolfblade, I, Bethsy, treat you as a friend, so I'm telling you the truth, but you can't spread it around, and it won't be good if you hear it in the ears of the Titans. ”

Wolf Feng repeatedly promised that he would not say anything, and then Bethie closed the door and window and said:

"Recently, a lot of people from the dragon camp have come to buy precious materials from us, and it is said that they are repairing some teleportation array, as for the specific situation, I don't know. ”

Persie drank some wine and chattered a lot, and Wolf Feng finally had a thorough understanding of the Giant Spirit Continent.

In the Djinn Continent, dragons and Titans are mortal enemies, and the hearts of the Titans have an unparalleled allure for dragons, and in turn, the flesh of the Titans wetting dragons will continue to evolve.

As a result, the Djinn Continent is divided into two parts: the Titan camp is composed of goblins, gnomes, ogres, and treants, while on the dragon camp are banshees, zombies, and undead.

Titans and dragons are constantly at loggerheads, but it often takes decades for a large-scale war involving other races to break out, so the two races often come into contact with each other.

The Titans and Dragons also turned a blind eye to this, as long as war did not break out, the trade between the two sides would also have a lot of benefits for their respective camps.

The Herbivorous Jungle is arguably the most remote place in the Titan faction, but remoteness also has the benefit of being remote, and it is also the place where the two factions trade most frequently. If it is changed to the conflict area on the border of the faction, it is estimated that you will be killed immediately if you see the races of banshee zombies in the Titan camp.

And what worries Wolf Feng the most is that the teleportation array is actually in the dragon's nest in the belly of the dragon camp, and it is guarded by the dragon guardian sent by the dragon lord in person.

It seems that there is still a long way to go home......

Wolf Feng sighed, and couldn't help but drink sullen wine alone.

At this time, the mire tribal patriarch was entertaining Malopansi.

"Patriarch Feile, how are my goods ready?"

Fele smiled slightly:

"It's almost, and I guess Mr. Malopansy will get the goods tomorrow night. ”

Phil suddenly stood up with his wine glass in his hand, and kept shaking his huge head:

"No, no, no, Patriarch Fil, my cargo is not ready......"

Feile was also stunned, the goods were all out of my quagmire tribe, isn't my patriarch as clear as an outsider to you?

"I don't know why Mr. Malopansey said that, all the white mud and sand are in place, and it's almost time to count and load the truck. ”

Malopansi suddenly looked sad, and rose to the point of pretending to pull out a silk scarf from his bosom and said sadly:

"Just last night, a large sum of my Burning Water was stolen from the hotel in the Mire Bazaar, and the guy didn't know the Black Stone made of the Burning Water, and sold him to the Cannibals, who are now in your Mire Tribe......"

Fele naturally understands what kind of person Marlow Pansy is, not to mention whether the precious scorching water is yours, even if it is yours, it was stolen because of your improper storage, what does it have to do with our mire tribe, and said slightly:

"That's really unfortunate, although I don't like ogres either, but he also bought the Flame Water through legal means, and our mire tribe has no right to meddle in this matter......"

Malopansy sat down in his seat with confidence, shaking the wine in his glass and muttered:

"Maybe a hundred gold coins can be used as a reward for helping me get back the hot water...... ”

In the next second, all the goblins present were short of breath, and Fele also looked a little cramped. Although the value of the scorching water is much higher than that of a hundred gold coins, in the Djinn Continent, where all the gold coins and gold mines are occupied by the dragon titans, the golden gold coins are the deadliest poison of the goblins.

"How can I believe you really have gold?"

Fele retained the last shred of sanity and asked the most concerned question, but all sanity had vanished by the time Marlowpansy pulled out a jingling purse.

The strange and kind voice of Phil was the sound of gold coins!

Feiler's eyes were full of fire, and he quickly grabbed the liquor on the table and poured it down, saying:

"Okay! The deal is done, but you'll have to pay half of the gold as a deposit!"

Fifty gold coins printed with dragon patterns were thrown on the table, and the snorts of all the goblins in the hall suddenly became a little hot, and Feile hurriedly put the gold coins into his clothes, and even had tears in his eyes, this is a gold coin, and there are not as many gold coins he has seen in his life.

Phil couldn't wait to get the other half of the gold coins in his pocket, and despite the darkness of the night, he led a large group of goblin warriors and Malophansy towards Bercy's house.

"Knock knock!"

A grumpy knock on the door interrupted Wolf Feng, who was drinking to himself, and Bercy and Hall, who had already drunk and were lying down, also came to their senses instantly.

With the knock on the door and the noise of many people, Bercy rubbed his eyes and opened the door, looking at the ugly patriarch a little confused:

"Patriarch, is there anything wrong with this late hour?"

Feile pretended to be very angry and shouted and scolded:

"Percy, the dwarf merchant Malopansi said that an ogre and goblin stole his treasure, and these two are in your house right now!"

Looking at the sneering Malo Pancy Bossie, he didn't know that it was his high ghost, and he said to the patriarch unceremoniously with the strength of the wine:

"It's obvious that this dwarf is blushing at what others are selling here, and that thing was obtained by my friend using normal trade rules!"

Seeing that a small warrior leader dared to shout at himself, Feile was also a little annoyed, and shouted:

"Bircy, you're from the Swamp Tribe! And I have enough evidence to prove that those two stole Mr. Malopansey's things! Get out of the way!"

"I don't, patriarch, you're aiding and abetting!"

Bercy blushed with anger on his neck, he knew that the patriarch must have accepted the benefits of Maropansey, but he couldn't betray his friends, even if it was to offend the patriarch for this!