Horsens' original idea was simple, he came here for the purpose of exchanging iron ore for corpse residue, and iron ingots for corpse oil. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The blacksmith workshop in the Info quarry needed a lot of coke and wood, but more than half a month ago, Horsens discovered that his orc overseers had brought back a fuel called corpse residue from outside, which was extremely resistant to burning and could reach temperatures higher than coke. According to the orc overseers who had returned from the Raytu tribe, the materials extracted from the swamp zombies were thrown everywhere in the Laytu tribe, and were like poor iron ore in the quarries, which could only be discarded as garbage on the side of the road.

Horsens who got the news immediately couldn't be calm, with those new fuels, the logging teams that went to the depths of Yelian Mountain could be withdrawn, and this could be a very cost-effective business, Horsens knew that after the Laitu tribe returned to their homeland, they would definitely rebuild their homeland, and since everything was in ruins, then there must be business opportunities.

With these thoughts in his heart, he prepared to come and see the Raytu tribe, and then he came!

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

Unexpectedly, the deal between us and Horsens was negotiated by sitting at the door of the corpse oil warehouse, boiling boiling water on the lit oil stove, and his plan to exchange iron ingots for corpse oil did not come to fruition as he wished, but in the end he completed his original idea, that is, to find a market for his mountain of iron ore and iron ingots, obviously it was a win-win situation to cooperate with us.

After Horsens left, Kurtz said, "Jia, why do you think Horsens is so interested in such a small business? Why are you exchanging corpse residue for those poor iron ores that don't exist? Even if we want to make iron ourselves, shouldn't we also exchange it for some iron-rich ore? And aren't you still going to buy iron ingots?"

I crossed my fingers and calculated with him and said, "The business of the oil stove must be tied to the corpse fire oil before it can be sold." It's not a small business, and we now have nearly 800 barrels of corpse oil in stock. It can fill more than 2,000 sets of oil furnaces, how long will we be refining these corpse fire oils? If only these corpse fire oils? With the oil stove to sell, this month we have eighty gold coins in the account, this thing can definitely be done for a long time, although these corpse fire oil is not worth more than those magic cores, but these money is exchanged for black flour, enough for all of us in the tribe to eat for four months in a row, I am talking about which gray dwarf slaves are included. ”

"Besides, these corpse fire oils are not easy to transport, and they can't make you run back and forth between Drowning Park and Gurudin. In a little more than a month, it will be your coming-of-age ceremony, and then you will officially become the great lord of this generation on the edge of the Death Swamp, you can't always run these small businesses, in the future, you only need to take those well-equipped orc warriors, and regularly go to the Death Swamp every month to hunt those swamp zombies, drag them back to make corpse fire oil, and let Horsens do the rest, he is a shrewd businessman. knows how to make money, but in this catastrophe, his luck is not very good. I leaned over to Kuz's side and whispered to him.

"Let's go a little later, not to sell those vermicelli to Steward Le Pas. Az. You have to remember that you must keep the secret of the vermicelli, there are not many things we can sell to the Grimm Empire, and we orcs can't always trade rare magic ores and rare magic herbs for their goods. After a long time, the foundation of the orcs will be hollowed out little by little, and now there are vermicelli. There may be meat floss in the future, or maybe after the orcs and the Grimm Empire re-sign a peace agreement. We can sell them corpse oil!" I whispered to Kuz.

I dragged Kuzi up the dirt road, along the east dirt slope from the col to the top of the slope, in fact, it was not too far, standing on the top of the slope nearly 200 meters high and looking down, the col where the entire Laytu tribe is located, from a distance it looks like a bagel that has been bitten by someone, and the village of the Laitu tribe is in the center of the bagel. Think of it as a giant stretching out his hands and holding the baby-like Raitu tribe in his arms.

But the only fly in the ointment is that the terrain is not as steep as imagined, and the surrounding soil is very gentle. We stood stupidly on the top of the bare slope under the scorching sun, and we could see the bottom of the hillside in the distance, the maid Asakusa was still looking at us with some concern, and Geril had already chosen the path up the hill and was climbing up quickly.

Looking south, you can see the death swamp in the fog more than ten kilometers away, where there is constantly water mist flying into the sky with the wind, like a beautiful fairyland on earth, those thick fog in the south wind blowing, showing a variety of wonderful postures, sometimes like thousands of horses galloping, sometimes like hundreds of beautiful elves flying in the air, sometimes like a raging flame burning, these scenes are indescribably beautiful.

The further south you go, the more puddles you will see, those weedy swamps, buried a large number of sweet potatoes, a group of beast women of the Raitu tribe in a swamp pond, covered with black silt, like a flexible loach, constantly turning up and down in the mud pond, is trying to find out the sweet potatoes inside, to the shore.

Only orcs who live on the edge of the swamp all year round have the ability to swim in the mud, and I envy this, because I think they don't worry about stepping into the air when they walk in the swamp, and it's a big deal to get out of another exit.

I pointed to the whole huge col, which was five or six kilometers away in a straight line, and this bare dirt slope that looked like a bagel, and said to Kuz: " Drowning Pools is the eastern gateway to the edge of the entire Death Swamp, sandwiched between the Death Swamp and the Fault Zone, and at the same time blocked by the Yelian Mountain Branch, if the orcs of other tribes want to enter the Death Swamp, there are only two paths, one is to enter through the swamp in front of the Drowning Pool, and the other is through the pass of the Night Wolf Cliff, through the cursed desert into the Death Swamp. If ......"

"I mean, if you become lord on the edge of the Death Swamp in the future, as long as you guard this place and build a fortress at the pass of the Night Wolf Cliff, then the entire Cursed Desert, Qinghai Lake, and Death Swamp will be in your pocket, although these are now nominally yours. But you can't control them yet, only after you slowly build up your strength. Those powerful tribes of orcs will submit to you, otherwise. It will only be a violation of the law, your warrant is just a piece of paper, and if they do not listen to your instructions, it will damage your prestige!"

"So my idea is to build a mountain city here, a real castle, and nail it here like a wedge......!

I pointed to the col and drew a huge circle in the air. The pale blue mana condensed into blue light in the air, and the lines were quickly drawn by me into a huge castle made of boulders, and the whole castle was towering into the sky, and the walls of this ancient castle were built on a circular earth slope, and the gap was the huge gate of the wall.

This castle, under my planning, is even bigger than the town of Yemen. In particular, this huge stone wall in the shape of a ring on the dirt slope is more than 30 meters high, and the bottom foundation is more than 10 meters wide. And the whole wall was made of stones. It's a very ordinary trick to draw illusions with magic, but I've thought about this castle for a long time, and Kuz is stupid when he stands next to me.

If someone else saw my castle, they would think I'd gone crazy. For a young orc like Kuz, who has no family background and has not even been issued with a lord's codex, how can he be able to build such a century-old castle? How many gold coins would have to be used to build this castle. I've also roughly calculated that it's an astronomical amount. Even though Kuz had more than a hundred magic crystals in his pocket, he threw them into this castle. It will only be a drop in the ocean.

"Jia, you want me to build a city here, it's so big!" said Kutz, staring blankly at the castle I had drawn.

"So, Az, you still have to work hard to make money, one day you will build this castle, at the beginning, we can start with this huge ring wall, with such a wall, why not be afraid of the tide of corpses in the swamp! Don't be discouraged, don't forget that we have vermicelli, meat floss, fine salt, corpse fire oil, we have so many means to make money, I have already thought of it for you......"

"I think that in a few days, this side will settle down, let's return to Gurudin, the orc warriors in our tribe can now expand to about four hundred people, we have to buy some demon antelope horns, now the spring hunt is coming to an end, the materials in the depths of the wasteland are about to be transported back to Gurudin, we need to give the beast female warriors, as many magic antelope horn short spears as possible, only the short spears made of demon antelope horns can penetrate the skin of those swamp zombies. ”

"As long as we build the mountain city, the entire Death Swamp will be your family's back garden, and when the time comes, lead the orc warriors to hunt the swamp zombies in the Death Swamp, the swamp zombies have a lot of valuable things, magic cores, corpse fire oil can be exchanged for money......"

Before I finished speaking, Kuz's originally excited face slowly collapsed, and he looked down at his leather boots in frustration, and whispered: "Jia, you can't stay and help me? Without your scrolls, I can't deal with those swamp corpse kings at all! If you don't tell me the location of those death scythes, I and those orc warriors can't find those death scythes in the dark." ”

I exhaled a long breath and looked out into the sky against the scorching midday sun, where the clouds on the Pai Plateau were so low that I could reach out my hand, and in the clear blue sky an eagle was flying with its wings outstretched, searching for wild mice in the wasteland. I pointed to the eagle and said to Kuz, "Look, Az, everybody has a sky of his own." As big as the heart, the heavens and the earth are as big as they are, just like the eagle flying freely in the sky, I really want to see the outside world, I want to see the Grimm Empire, I want to see the magic academy there!"

I patted him on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Maybe one day, I don't think there's what I want, I'll come back to you, hunt with you in the wilderness, well!" and explore." ”

Kutz smiled reluctantly.

I wanted to change the subject to a lighter subject, so I took out the wolf's tooth dagger from my bosom and bent down to draw two long, long parallel lines on the top of the slope, then stood up straight and said to Kuz: "Look, this is the wall that our mountain city is going to build, it must be high and thick, and it must be made of stone, only such a strong wall can resist a large tide of corpses." Well, then again, these walls really require a lot of stone, and stone is a real problem. ”

Kuzi's thoughts immediately followed my train of thought, he scratched his head and frowned and pondered for a long time before he said: "Then I will take the tribesmen to Yelian Mountain to collect stones, and then use argali to camel all the stones back!"

"If you do that, even if you build it in a hundred years, you won't be able to finish the wall under my feet!" I said with a dark face.

"What are you going to do then?" Kutz looked a little embarrassed, looking very silly.

I winked at him, patted the money bag on his belt, and said to him, "Use this!"

Kuz glanced down and asked me dumbly, "Crystal Crystal?"

"Let's learn to use our strengths!" I felt that I didn't mean what I was trying to say, so I continued to explain to Kuz: "This year is a year of great calamity, and there is no food in the whole western wilderness, and there are no poor orcs who are starving! If this were in normal times, maybe a spring hunt, the cataclysm would have been hit by the mountains of demon antelope jerky without a trace, but this year is different, because last year there was a war between gray dwarves and orcs, not only killed a lot of gray dwarf robbers, but also young orc warriors died a lot, there must be many tribes and the Raitu tribe in the same predicament, even if there are countless raw jerky injected into the entire orc tribe, they can't afford it at all. ”

I felt the need to break things apart and carefully said to Kuz: "It's like they can't afford to buy black bread, and the spring hunt has passed, and those tribes who can't hunt still can't afford to buy black bread! Rice bran is fine, just bring it back to the drowning berth, the more the better!"

"Then, just gather the wandering tribes that wander around the wilderness and don't have enough to eat all day long. Let them carry the stones, and we'll exchange the black bread for the stones, and maybe have the owners of a large mine like Horsens, and we'll be in a dilemma, and we'll hire dwarven slaves with them, and those gray dwarf slaves are natural craftsmen, and they should be very good at building walls!"

I stared into Kuz's eyes and asked him, "But then again, Azi, old Kuru has always been holding your ears and letting you learn math, so I'll ask you now, do you know how much black flour you can exchange for this bag of magic crystals on your belt?"

Kutz looked a little embarrassed and said, "I should be able to ...... I can buy a lot of them!"

I pressed my forehead with some distress, and now I can finally understand why old Kuru always frowned so deeply when he talked about Kuz's reluctance to learn, as a lord, without some knowledge of arithmetic, it would definitely not work. I asked him tentatively, "How many gold coins can I exchange for a magic crystal?"

Kutz glared at me dissatisfied, lowered his voice and said hatefully, "Jia, I'm just not very good at math, but I'm not stupid!"

I was speechless for a moment and smiled awkwardly at him. The two of us didn't speak, sitting back to back on the grass at the top of the slope, facing the moist wind blowing from the south, looking at the whole village, and we already had our own thoughts in our hearts, maybe we had grown up. (To be continued.) )