Chapter 105: Goblin Camp

Humming a ditty and in a cheerful mood, Zax, a goblin trader, made his way through the raucous bazaar of Gadar to his camp on the edge of the jungle in the south of town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

On the way back, the goblin, in a good mood, even threw a copper coin at a human boy begging on the side of the road.

Seeing the human boy bow in gratitude to Dade, the goblin snorted a few times and did not stop.

Zax can sit on the middle and lower class of traders in the goblin society, but it is not possible to trade at a loss, although the goblins show a loss-making look in front of Locke, in fact, it is all for Locke to see, in order to get the maximum benefit in the next business.

Just talking about the sale of 10 gold coins for a gnoll druid, is there really that much cost? Obviously not, Zax's purpose is just to increase the profits of this human trafficking, and everything else is an excuse.

As the negotiator and handler of this business, he will make a lot of money in it. Of course, compared to the income of the Prince of Trade, his own is just a drop in the bucket. All I earn is negotiation fees and handling fees, but even then there is a 10% profit, and if you think about it, that's a lot of income of a few hundred gold coins!

As for the goblins he said, he doesn't care about the life or death of those goblins, they don't have to take care of themselves, they don't have to take care of themselves, they just take their own money.

Trader Zax walked into the goblin trading camp, where they used the Goblin Reaper 1000 harvester to cut down the surrounding trees and build a wooden stationary camp. The camp was surrounded by wooden mountains to prevent those who were not eye-opening from breaking in, but even if they did, the muskets in the goblins would not be jealous.

"Hey, you're back! Head! A goblin came up and said, "How are you negotiating with those humans?" ā€

Zax put his hands behind his back and walked to a wooden house in the middle.

"Gather all of us, and in 5 minutes, I! Zax, the trader, or Zax, the future captain of the trade ship, is going to give you a lecture! Zax stood in the doorway of the house, and explained to the goblins who were following him.

"Okay, head." The goblin turned and began to convey Zax's orders.

The goblin walked to a nearby low tent and slipped in, followed by the sound of clanging baba, and when he came out, he held a trumpet-shaped engineering artifact with an electric arc from time to time.

The goblin fiddled with it for a moment, waiting for the arc to disappear from the horn, and then picked it up and snorted into its mouth.

"Uh-huh~! Uh-huh~! ā€

The goblin coughed from the trumpet-like engineering structure, and the sound was amplified throughout the camp.

The goblin snorted a few times, then began shouting into the horn.

"Hello? Feed? Feed? Voices echoed through the camp.

The goblin shouted a few more times before he continued his speech satisfied.

"This is Lauret, I have something to say. Our head, Zax, told us to gather outside his room in 5 minutes, and he was going to give us a lecture. Hear me clearly? ā€

"This is Lauret, I have something to say. Our head, Zax, told us to gather outside his room in 5 minutes, and he was going to give us a lecture. Do you hear clearly?"

"This is Law.."

"Boom!"

Before Lauret could finish speaking, a violent explosion sounded from Laurette's place in the middle of the camp, and a group of goblins quickly rushed out of various positions in the camp and gathered at the location where the explosion occurred.

"What's going on?" Zax hurried out of the room, shouting.

"Head! Loret was blown up by a microphone! Oh! Gold on top! This poor fellow. A goblin shouted from the crowd.

Zax secretly scolded himself for being unlucky, he had just negotiated a big business when this kind of thing happened.

"Kesta," Zax shouted into the goblins.

"Head, Kosta hasn't come yet."

"Kosta !!!" Zax pulled his neck and shouted, "If you don't come out again!" I'm going to let the toilet be brushed for the rest of my life!!! ā€

After a while, Kosta, the former goblin beside Zax, appeared, with a rag in his hand and a little white hat on his head.

"Yo, Zax, did you remember me?" Kosta smiled and said, "Say, what's the matter, I'll listen." ā€

Zax looked at him with a frown, pointed to Laurett on the ground and said, "Go and bury Lauret." ā€

"Not available! I'm going to go to the toilet again. Kosta refused without hesitation.

"Don't you want to share his money? When the time comes, he only needs to tell his family that he died at the hands of the undead of the natural calamity! Zax said, covering his nose.

Seeing that Kosta was a little hesitant, he spoke up again. "Hurry up, time is money! Kosta. ā€

Now the surrounding goblins turned their eyes to him.

"That's it! Bury him and you won't have to go to the toilet! Zax covered his nose in disgust and left the range of Kesta. By the way, take a shower, do you know that the smell on your body can smoke all the gold coins? ā€

Kosta smiled and raised the rag in his hand, and the goblins around him hurriedly avoided the range.

After Kosta had cleaned up the shredded body of Loret that had been blown up on the ground, the goblins surrounded him again.

"Now that we're all here, we won't have to wait another five minutes." Zax said, looking at the large group of goblins below. "Our trade operation has come to a successful conclusion, and under the leadership of me, the future great merchant, a great patron of humanity has decided to buy all our grain, but only if we deliver it to the designated location."

"So, boys, pack up all our rations and get us ready to go." Standing on a small wooden box, Zax condescendingly said to the other goblins, "Fill our guns with bullets, and our Reaper Reaper with crude oil!" Protect our animals, or they will be eaten by wild beasts or the undead of God, so take the place of the eaten animal and pull the food in front. ā€

"Bix, you and your men, you stay in this camp and use this as a base of communication with the Crusaders." Zax commanded.

"Head, what about all these bombs in the camp? Do you want to stay at this camp, or do you bring it with you? Bickers pointed to a spot in the corner of the camp.

There are also goblins guarding there with guns.

"No, let's take it. This camp is within the range of the Crusader guards, and it is very safe that we will not use these bombs, and we will take not only these things, but also all the muskets, crude sights, copper regulators, and all the inferior explosives, in short, all the raw materials that can be used in the war. Zax stepped off the box and walked around the camp.

"There are no people in our group who are proficient in engineering, and when we have money in the future, we still need some people in our caravan who understand engineering. These raw materials, which can be used in the war service, can be sold to the crusaders to make a lot of money! ā€

"Take it away! Take all of them! Not even the wrench and screws were left. ā€

Because of Zax's words, the goblins in the entire camp began to get busy.

Zax walked to the corner on the edge of the camp.

In the far corner, there were several behemoths, 8 feet tall, welded out of metal skeletons. Their hands can be removed with a wrench and replaced with different blades, and now they have two round lumberjack blades on their hands.

A goblin nimbly climbed to the top of the behemoth, he sat in the cockpit on the top, operated the machine, and got the big guy to his feet, and a goblin began to add black crude oil to the machine underneath.

This is the Grim Reaper 1000 harvester in the goblin's mouth, which can be used to harvest food and cut down trees. In the deep forests of the silver pines, the goblins were besieged by the undead of the natural disaster, and it was this thing that escaped from the danger.

Now there are five or six of them in their camp.

"Hey! Adida, what happened to our Grim Reapers? Can you continue to work? Zax asked one of the goblins who was maintaining the harvester.

The goblin, Adida, was wearing white black greasy short sleeves and a pair of pure black pants, and he looked up with a pair of red goggles on his eyes.

"Oh?" Goblin Adida, after seeing who it was, said, "Head, the situation is okay, you can hold on a little longer, I'm afraid it won't work next time, the core reactor of this thing is getting more and more unstable." The next time you use it, there is a possibility of explosion at any time. ā€

Zax thought as he touched his chin.

It's a waste to lose it like this, but there's nothing to be sorry for, this thing has already overfulfilled its mission, it has created a wealth far beyond its cost, and when the time comes, find a way to sell it to those humans? As a harvester?

Zax thought about the feasibility of this thing, I'm afraid it's difficult, this thing can't be operated by humans! Goblins are still needed to operate, but what goblin is willing to risk being blown up and control a bomb that could explode at any moment to cut down trees?

"Well, take care of them, they're our lifesavers. Let them survive this mission, and let them be scrapped in the hot sand port next time! Zax said to Adida, "When the time comes, maybe we won't need these low-level reapers, maybe we will have a more advanced Type 2000, or Type 3000!" ā€

"I hope so, head." Adida picked up the wrench and plunged headlong into the harvester, maintaining the machine.

Zax walked around the camp, looking at the busy goblins, "Hurry, hurry, move fast!" Time is money! ā€

In less than two hours, everything was packed up, all the grain was put on horse-drawn carts, and the 10 tons of grain were divided into dozens of carts, and in front of each cart there were two goblins driving the horses, and they left their camp and set off for the position designated by Locke.

Around the caravan, the Reaper 1000 Reaper roamed the caravan, and hundreds of goblin caravan guards scanned the dark surroundings of the jungle on both sides of the road.

Zax walked in the middle of the caravan, happily touching the gold coins in his hand.

Soon! I, Zax, am the future baron of the goblin world!

No! It's a giant!

I'm going to make lots and lots of money!

Lots of money!