This row of big iron pots next to the heat is too hot, it doesn't take long to roast us to sweat, we don't dare to stay here for too long, if we don't replenish the salt water in time to drink, it is easy to cause dehydration, and the group sat down to rest next to the wooden table and wooden chair on the edge of the oil depot a hundred meters away from the oil pot. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Nearly 800 barrels of corpse oil were placed in a temporary warehouse made of wooden planks, and dozens of empty barrels were scattered outside the warehouse.

Dozens of gray dwarf slaves sat in the open space in front of the warehouse, each holding a sharp file in their hands, and little by little, they were breaking the sternum left by the Corpse King from the ribs to make a bone shield, as long as a layer of Corpse King's skin was covered on this bone shield, such a bone shield was light and strong.

"What does the owner want to make with our brother?" asked Kuz, who sat down and asked straight to the point, and when he saw Horsens keeping his eyes on the oil drums in the warehouse, he asked, "You want to exchange iron ingots for corpse oil? Isn't this something that only magic apothecaries can use to make fire bullets?" Or, as Jia thought, do you think the orcs of Gruuddin would want to buy this kind of stove?"

At this time, Kuz's maid Asakusa carried a set of cups and a beast girl, and brought the oil stove outside my tent, which was a vertical oil stove 60 centimeters high and about 30 centimeters in diameter, and it seemed that the beast girl carried it easily, she put the oil stove in front of my feet, skillfully lifted the iron shell lid, unscrewed the regulating valve, lit the fire with a flint, and finally placed the kettle on the stove polished like a lotus flower, and waited quietly for the water in the pot to boil.

"Why not? This thing looks very convenient, and not all Wasteland Hunters like it. Waste a lot of time behind the herd of unicorn bison. Pick up dried cow dung and cook rice. It's just that I'm curious to know the price of corpse oil. If this oil stove is as expensive as the luxury goods brought from the Grimm Empire, not many orcs can afford it!" Horsens looked carefully at the flames burning on the stove, his eyes eager.

I looked at the oil stove in front of me and said slowly: "Such a poorly made oil stove is worth about three silver coins, if you do it carefully, the cost will never be higher than five silver, the inner tank of this oil stove is full of corpse fire oil, I have tried to use this kettle to boil water, it can be boiled almost 150 times, which means ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, Horsens was amazed and said, "That's it." If you only cook two meals a day in the wasteland, then an oil stove can last for two months after being filled with grease, enough for hunters to complete a hunt, but the first thing I know is, how many silver hammers are you going to sell for this thing?"

"Ten silver!" I said to Kutz as I looked at each other and spoke to Horsens.

"So cheap?" said Horsens, with a solemn face.

No one knows what kind of chain reaction it will bring about when so much corpse oil enters the market of the orc tribe, but Kuz and I were ready to develop the convenient cooking utensils made from corpse fire oil in the direction of impoverishment from the beginning. This is also where we have been arguing the most recently, whether to maximize profits, or to let this convenient and fast oil stove into the lives of ordinary orcs in order to win reputation. In the end, we set the price for 10 silver bells.

Ten silver bells are equivalent to half a month's salary for an adult orc, which is also a lot of expenses. But for the orc hunters who walked into the wasteland alone, as long as they can try their luck to hunt a demon antelope or a wind wolf, the capital and everything will be recovered. Even if you don't hunt these low-level magical beasts, you can encounter a few rare magical herbs in the wasteland.

Speaking of which. Our corpse fire oil is almost unprofitable, hunting these swamp zombies. It's just what the Laytu tribe has to do in order to survive.

The main reason is that there is a very high risk of hunting swamp zombies, many orc hunters are reluctant to set foot in the death swamp, but also because this is a very dangerous area, and the undead creatures in it are very troublesome to hunt, even if some hunters know the method of refining corpse fire oil, they finally give up because there is no way to carry the corpse fire oil, just take the magic core inside the swamp zombie skull.

Not to mention the orc tribes on the edge of the swamp, ordinary orc warriors have no way to resist those ghost killer death sickles, if these tribal chiefs have the formula for corpse fire oil, if they are crazy and insist on driving the orcs in the tribe to hunt swamp zombies in the swamp for the sake of those corpse fire oil, then it will bring disaster to this tribe.

This recipe was given to Kig by Elder Mayana, the orc wise man who walked on the wasteland and guided the displaced orcs on how to survive, after discovering that Kig was a magician, he decisively gave the formula of corpse fire oil to Kige, I think Meyana must have thought that Kig had the ability to hunt those swamp zombies, maybe even if Kig had no way to deal with those swamp zombies, but as a magician, she must have a group of powerful people behind her who could deal with these swamp zombies.

Hunting swamp zombies, even if Kuz and I were very well prepared at the beginning, it actually paid a considerable price, and it was with the help of Viru and Jonbach that the Raitu beast female warriors in the tribe gradually built up their confidence and gradually figured out some ways to kill swamp zombies. The most important thing is that we have the means to restrain the Death Scythe, and now that the orc warriors encounter the Death Scythe, they will not have much fear.

Those fears were born of ignorance, and by the time we killed sixty or seventy Death Scythes in a row, our mystery had been revealed.

Therefore, for us, corpse fire oil is not such a rare thing, even if it is difficult to buy in the market now, but we do not plan to do a unique business of strange goods, my idea and Kuz are to try to spread the market, which is also a measure to improve the quality of life of the orcs, just like the orcs already have their own ability to make salt, these are all things that promote the progress of the orc tribe, and speaking of which, corpse fire oil is also a low-level strategic material, it is the main ingredient of fire burn bombs.

I smiled and said to Horsens, "Horsens is interested in corpse oil?"

At this time. The kettle boiling on the oil stove "zizzle" kept sounding, and a cloud of white water vapor sprayed out from the spout. The lid of the kettle was beating happily, and Horsens lifted the kettle from the stove behind him. He filled the wooden cups on the wooden table one by one, and said with a sigh: "No one dared to think that one day everyone would sit together and boil water and make tea with the fat from the bodies of these fierce beasts in the swamp, but now all this seems to have become a reality!"

Horsens said with emotion: "This is a good thing, not all orcs like those raw jerky, this business is not difficult to do, to be honest, according to the price customized by your brothers." This kind of oil stove is definitely not going to sell, is it a little late for me to say that I want to join in?"

I glanced up at Kuz and motioned for him to come forward.

Kuzi was not hypocritical, and said directly: "If the owner wants to buy and sell this corpse oil, there is no problem." Jia's plan and I are that we will simply sell corpse fire oil, and as for Jia Ta, all we have to make such an oil stove is just to find a new market for so many corpse fire oil!"

Kuz pointed to the mountain of oil drums in the warehouse and explained, "After all, even if you make fire bombs, there is a limit. We can't expect to be hanged from this tree. Now we can be regarded as cooperating, the owner of the Horsens field, you produce the oil furnace, and we produce the corpse fire oil, I don't think it is as good as this. Let's add two to five. The first plan is to hold seven liters of corpse oil, and our Laytu tribe is responsible for the corpse oil. You're in charge of the oil stove, an oil stove filled with seven liters of corpse oil. We sell it for 10 silver bells, and we take care of the final filling and sales. ”

When Kutz said this, he was just going in a big circle. The cost of a set of finely crafted oil stoves is close to five silver rings, and after such an oil furnace is sold, we and Horsens will pay half a penny, which is exactly a five-silver family, which is almost no different from Horsens directly selling the oil stove to us.

Horsens' face was a little ugly, in fact, it doesn't matter whether the business is done well or not, and the business is not benevolent, but if someone is treated as a fool, no one will feel comfortable. Now that Kutz has a big circle in front of Horsens, it makes Horsens very unhappy.

Horsens was a very cultivated orc, if it was an ordinary quick-tempered orc, he would have turned around and left at this time, but he was still waiting for Kuz's words.

"The second plan is that you provide the oil stove and we will produce the corpse fire oil, but you also need to be responsible for the sales and transportation in the orc tribe of the Pai Plateau at the same time, in this case, in addition to the cost of making the oil stove, the profits from our oil furnace will be split in half between the two of us. ”

After listening to the first half of what Kutz said, Horsens' eyes were about to darken, but when he heard the final distribution of profits, Horsens stared at Kurtz with wide eyes and asked busily, "Really?"

"Would you like to hear the third plan?" Even if Kuz spoke orc, the speed of his speech was unhurried, and his voice was very thick, but on this occasion, it seemed a little annoying.

"Let's talk about it!" In fact, Horsens has basically decided to adopt a second way of cooperation with us, but he still wants to hear the third plan.

Kuzi pursed his lips and smiled: "We will directly sell you corpse fire oil, one silver and two liters!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"I did it!" said Horsens, holding his hand in the air, and said with a pride in his eyes.

Kutz quickly stood up and reached out and slapped Horsens' palm, and the deal was settled.

Horsens had been tired of driving and riding for several days, and at this time he had been wandering around the village with us for a long time, and when he sat at the door of the corpse oil storehouse, he was already physically exhausted, and now after saying the deal, although Horsens looked very tired, he was in a good mood, and after sitting for a while, he went back to the tent to rest.

I sat in my chair and was filled with emotion for a while.

At this time, Kuzi was still a little dizzy and couldn't wake up, and he asked me a little incomprehensibly: "Jia, you said that we told him directly from the beginning how simple and good it is to sell him corpse oil directly for one silver or two liters! Why do you have to go around such a big circle, and finally sell him corpse fire oil!"

I pursed my lips and smiled and said, "If we say at the beginning that we want to sell him corpse fire oil directly, it is estimated that this old orc will have to fight with us, and our corpse fire oil may not be able to sell it for one silver or two liters, you go around with him like this, tell him that we know the profit here, and then say our price, this guy doesn't even pay back the price, just agree!" (To be continued.) )