Nine and a half out of ten of the wilderness tribes were poor proletarian ghosts who came out empty-handed with two rats running through the door, and could only come out empty-handed with a pool of tears.

Therefore, for the loot, after experiencing several disappointments, the lord chose to let it go out of sight and out of mind, and threw all his brains to the blacksmith for recycling.

But now that I know that there are valuable bronzes inside, my enthusiasm as a fan of wealth naturally starts to burn again. Personally took Buckland with him and walked to the territory of the Armament Workshop.

The blacksmiths around them are doing their jobs, this is their business and hobby, and of course they will not stop their work because of the arrival of two unrelated idlers. The dense clanging of the surrounding iron was deafening, and the lord had to shout at the top of his voice.

"Rooney, where are the bronzes?"

Rooney lifted his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and the intense burning coals made it very hot and stuffy. So the blacksmiths, whether centaurs or dwarves, were drenched in sweat as if they had just been fished out of the river.

"My lord, it's all piled up in the warehouse. ”

"How many?" Richard optimistically thought it would be nice if he had a dozen of them.

The blacksmiths apparently never counted the problem, and the two dwarves put down their hammers and patted the iron slag on their waists, and began to count as they moved out of the storeroom.

Swords, hammers, battle axes, helmets, ...... Every time a buckland is brought out, he draws a circle on the paper with a charcoal rod, regardless of the size and shape.

Richard picked up a helmet and buckled it on his head, and struck a classic pose of a rebuke to Fang Xuan, "Hey, do you look like Nero?" ”

"It's like a mallet. Buckland didn't lift his head, and continued to count in circles intently.

"You want to be rich," the smile on the lord's face grew more sincere as the number of circles increased, his eyes bent into a crescent moon, and he raised his arm and struck a fist into the air.

But the smile didn't last long, and soon began to fade away and even turn to frowning.

He didn't count them together just now, but it was conservatively estimated that the blacksmiths had brought out more than ten bronzes, and it seemed that the posture had not stopped for a while.

"Something is wrong. "Richard crossed his waist with one hand, this number is so exaggerated that a blind person can see that it is abnormal.

The occasional pie drop in the sky can be attributed to luck, but as long as you are not mentally retarded, the first reaction when you see the pie rain in a basket must be a problem.

It's not surprising that the wilderness natives occasionally dig up a few bronze weapons by going to shit, but this shit luck is too much. Ancient bronze weapons are not roadside wild vegetables, and a large handful can be pulled out by stinging twice - the high price itself is evidence of the scarcity.

"It's wrong. Buckland walked over to the bronze and crouched down, leaning on his tortoiseshell glasses to take a closer look, reaching out to touch the powdery patina, "and it's well preserved." ”

The two dwarven blacksmiths finally cleared the stock, and the number finally stayed at thirty-six. They didn't care much about whether there was a secret behind these backward old antiques, and they hurriedly went back to continue striking iron after moving, leaving Buckland and Richard to meditate on an ancient weapon.

"And if you look at these bumps, you can tell that they were just made recently. Richard took off his helmet and tapped his knuckles a few times on the edges, where there were two distinct cuts, and a very fresh bronze primary.

"Nine times out of ten, you have dug up ancient ruins by accident. Buckland licked his tongue and tasted the patina on his index finger, and quickly spat twice.

"A smell of earth, an ancient mausoleum or simply an armory, you can't go wrong. When I was young, I heard something similar, hehe, I didn't expect that it would be my turn after forty years. ”

Lord Lord and Old White Tiger glanced at each other, and each saw irrepressible excitement in each other's eyes.

It's just that one is due to the opportunity to explore the unknown, and the other is purely for the possibility of getting your hands on gold coins.

"Go and get Nehru to my lord, I'll call you. "When it comes to knowing the wilderness, no one in the entire Alpine Fort can surpass this native dog-headed shaman.

Nehru was dragged in with a worried face, and thought that he had been exposed for stealing the milk of the two generals. A pair of small eyes swirled in their sockets, and he didn't think of who would sue him.

"Look at these bronze weapons on the ground. Buckland patted him on the shoulder with a kind face, trying to calm his nerves.

"I really didn't steal this. As a result, Nehru opened his mouth, and the atmosphere of harmony suddenly disappeared.

"Forget it, it's better for you to come. The old white tiger held his forehead and sighed, and took the initiative to abdicate to make way for Xian.

"I asked, you answered. Richard clenched his fists and his knuckles rattled, and the undisguised fierceness in his eyes overflowed, like the sudden death of a knife in a dark room, which made Buckland, a bystander, feel terrified.

"Have you ever seen a bronze ancient weapon in the tribe before?"

"Yes. Nehru stood honestly and didn't dare to say a word of nonsense.

"Where did it come from, and when?" the lord immediately launched a series of fatal questions as soon as he saw that there was a play.

"About half a year ago, I bought it from my neighbor to the east. Nehru didn't have a bad memory, and it didn't take long for him to think about it, "At that time, many tribes bought it, because it was cheaper than iron weapons. ”

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" The lord didn't fight when he saw this anger, and he knew everything for a long time, so he kept it back.

"Master, why do you care about this kind of rag?" Nehru saw that he had only called himself here today to ask questions, and his mind relaxed a little and he talked more, "Our self-produced weapons must be much stronger." ”

He felt that he had been wronged to death, and the new equipment of the guards was not unseen, and it was more than enough to be a hundred times stronger than these old antiques on the ground.

The wilderness people use bronze purely out of choice, but this dilemma has no basis for the Alpine Fort.

"I ......" Richard looked at the dog face in front of him mixed with doubts and confusion, and he didn't know what to say, and finally all turned into a helpless sigh, "Hey." ”

In good conscience, it would be unfair to blame Nehru for this question.

This wild man has never lacked cleverness, what he lacks is insight, and the evaluation of value strictly follows the practical standards of the wilderness. Therefore, it is impossible to imagine that in some corners of this world, a bronze sword that has nothing to do with practicality will be worth more than a hundred high-grade steel swords.

"Nehru, the organization has decided to give you a daunting task. The lord patted him on the head, "I'll give you ten warriors, go, and find out where these things came from." ”

"Can't I refuse?" asked Nehru cautiously.

Lord Lord's eyes rolled, "That's a question you shouldn't have asked. ”