The Traders are not a very respectable character in Eladia, especially the human Traders, some of whom are even confused with crooks and thieves.

The merchants of the northern kingdoms, who wandered for a long time, dealing with many races such as gnomes and gnolls, were quite cunning and treacherous, and the orcs even called them "humans with two mouths and three hands".

Two mouths are because they can speak well and are good at deception, and three hands are because their hands and feet are not clean, and they often do things that are easy to lead sheep and steal chickens and dogs, which is almost intolerable for orcs who keep their oaths and keep their promises.

So how could they allow merchants to come to their territory?

Caesar couldn't understand it, and he didn't know much about the internal affairs of the Crow Clan, so he could only hide in the dense forest on the top of the mountain and continue to watch.

"Oh, my dear Gal, you know, it wasn't my fault that I had the last accident, and I thought you would never need me again."

The leader of the caravan looked no more than thirty years old, with a necklace engraved with the family crest engraved on his neck, and his demeanor was elegant and handsome, but his long narrow gray eyes gave him a sense of gloom, and he was as thin as a sharp knife.

He rode on the sturdy black pack horse, even though the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and he wore a black woolen sweater and hard leather armor, which contrasted sharply with the bare-chested orcs: "I didn't expect you and I to meet again one day, I'm really honored, my friend, if you need anything, just ask." ”

"Grain."

The leader of the orc urn said angrily, his name is Garr, the captain of the hunting party, one of the clan leaders, of course the old leader will not show up in person, he is fully responsible.

Gal looked at the humans laughing and talking to each other behind the caravan leader, and resisted the urge to twist the heads off one by one, he hadn't wanted to see these guys since the last time he was put in a position by these merchants.

"There are miles of food."

The merchant clamped his horse's belly between his legs, moved the two positions, and motioned to Gal to look at the burdened pack horses behind him: "But Gal, what do you want to exchange it for?" ”

"As before, fur."

The Stone Crow Clan only has furs, Gal turned his head to the right, and immediately dozens of female orcs walked out with a large number of dried animal skins.

"Ha, it's leather again."

The leader of the caravan clapped his hands, the oil on the side of his nose was shining, and he said very cheerfully: "Okay Gal, I'm a kind person, how could I refuse a friend's request, let me think about it, how can I give you a friendship price." ”

"In this way, I will suffer a loss, ten catties of grain for one catty of fur." The merchant's words immediately caused a whisper among the orcs.

"Ten pounds."

Gal muttered, "Roy, that's too little......"

Beast fur may be insignificant in the jungle, but the orcs know its value to some extent, and it is a veritable luxury in the human world, sought after by countless nobles, and can easily be sold out of stock.

"Not a few, my friend."

Roy looked at him seriously: "It's not as good as before, your stuff is no longer popular, the dry season is coming, even the nobles don't need them anymore, I have to spend a lot of effort to transport this thing to the south to sell." ”

"And—"

As he spoke, Roy's face became serious, and he took two steps forward and looked down at Gal: "Orc, do you know how expensive food is now?" The northern kingdoms are at war with the green capital, and there are 30,000 mouths waiting to eat in the south, and food is in short supply. ”

"Friend, I am a serious businessman, I will not force you to buy and sell, if you don't want me to be reluctant, maybe you can go to the northern countries to have a look, take a look, maybe you can find a better buyer there."

Roy sneered inwardly, besides him Roy Brando, the son of the Earl, who else had the ability to travel the wilderness and trade with these stupid humanoid races.

And it is even more of a joke to let these orcs go to the northern countries on their own, compared to the northern countries, the stone crow clan is like a worm hiding in the grass, which will be crushed at every turn.

Roy laughed in his heart, motioned to the knight behind him to step forward, and raised his chin: "Go and see how the goods are." ”

The knight dismounted, strode up to the female orc, unceremoniously picked up a piece of beast fur from the ground, and rubbed it with his hands.

"It's very rough, and after peeling it off, it didn't handle it and dried it directly, and it was a little prickly."

The knight said loudly, then raised the fur to his nose and sniffed it, his expression showing obvious disgust: "Hmm...... The peel is not clean, and the smell of blood is very strong. ”

"Look."

Roy spread his hands towards Gal: "Take your batch of goods, I still have to send them to the mill to process a few dishes, and the weight of this thing is not light, one horse can weigh seven ....."

"That's enough."

Gal interrupted him, afraid that if he listened to it any more, he couldn't help but tear the man in front of him alive, and his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth when he thought of the dwindling food in the tribe and the black dragon they promised to ensure supplies: "We have changed! ”

……

"Oops, I'm so angry."

On the top of the mountain, Luna lay in Caesar's ear, her little fists clenched tightly: "You say they're not orcs?" Why didn't you just rob this group of humans. ”

"Rob?"

Caesar's gaze lingered on the high-ranking knights in the steel armor, and he smiled: "Can you grab it?" The other party is not a helpless guy. ”

Not to mention the presence of a priest in this team, just by looking at the smell of blood and blood on this group of people, you know that these people may be businessmen today, and become murderous robbers and mercenaries tomorrow - in the unregulated Eladia, people are probably like that.

"You can't do it?" Luna asked.

"Maybe."

Caesar nodded and shook his head: "But the leader of the caravan may be a nobleman of great importance, even if the robbery and murder are successful, the Stone Crow Clan will face endless crusades from humans next." ”

He stared at the necklace that hung around Roy's neck, and although he couldn't figure out the meaning of the carved pattern on the necklace, he could clearly tell that the necklace was worth a lot of money and that the material was quite expensive.

Even if an ordinary merchant has such a treasure, he will never swagger around his neck.

"If you don't have the power to ignore the rules, you will inevitably have scruples in all aspects."

Caesar sighed, the reason why the Stone Crow Clan was threatened by him to the extent that they didn't dare to make a move was precisely for this reason.

Just looking at the orc's actions, he still felt a little surprised: "What I don't understand is that they have been oppressed to such an extent, why do they still insist on exchanging food from humans?" ”

"Don't you know?"

Luna looked at him in amazement, with a look of "I don't believe it": "Because of you! ”