"It's the Firefiend's curse."

The voices of the orcs were rough and hoarse, like the sound of tree bark grinding against each other, and as they spoke, they approached several fallen humans.

Roy's eyes seemed to be closed, but when he looked closely, he could see that there was still a faint gap, and he sat down against the wall, watching the orc's every move.

The pendant he wears around his neck is actually a magical artifact, forged by the dwarves and enchanted by the hands of the archmages of the northern kingdoms, to protect him from curses.

In fact, Roy is in good shape, in such a hot temperature, his body still maintains normal, and he doesn't even sweat much.

However, this bad embryo still pretended to be bad, first, to hide the magic items in his hand, and second, his intuition told Roy that the fire curse was too coincidental, a bit strange.

He wanted to see what the orcs were going to do next, to find out what the problem was.

"What to do? We don't have a pastor to save them. ”

He heard a few orcs discussing with each other, and the green-skinned guys' voices suddenly became loud for some reason, and every word seemed to be roared.

"Little men are treacherous and cunning, I hate them, but I can't let them die in front of us."

The voice of the orc leader Garr rumbled, like a thunderbolt passing through the border, and it shook people's ears: "...... Give them that to drink. ”

"However, the patriarch said that it was best not to reveal that thing to outsiders." Another orc named Orkash said, seemingly reluctant, and his words seemed stiff,

"Never mind it, these people will remember anything when they wake up."

……

Roy squinted at the Commander rudely interrupting the opponents, and at the sound of the grinding of Soso's fur, the orcs took out a jug from under the cover of the fur, crouched down beside the fallen humans, and fed them a drink.

What is it?

Roy wasn't sure, so he kept an eye on it, and instead of swallowing it when the orc fed him water, he held it in his mouth.

Although I know that these guys are unlikely to play tricks like poisoning, there is no big mistake in being careful.

Fortunately, the orcs seem to cherish the wine in the kettle, and they are very economical, and only feed each person two small sips, otherwise his cheeks will bulge and cannot be hidden.

After feeding all the people who had fallen to the ground, he saw Orkash put away the kettle, wrapped it back in the fur he was wearing, and patted it with his hand, before he stepped aside again and waited quietly.

The water was sweet, fruity and cool, and Roy couldn't help but want to swallow it, but he still held on, and he couldn't take it lightly.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard a few soft groans, and the few drops of fruit pulp fed by the orcs seemed to be full of magical power, reinvigorating the failing heart of the fallen squire and making his limbs no longer stiff.

They squeezed a hard cry out of their throats, then slowly sat up and resumed their movements, still weak and terrible, but finally out of their coma.

The curse is lifted?

Roy's nerves jumped.

He wasn't a narrow-minded orc, and he knew that there were many ways to lift the fire curse in Eladya without relying on the priest's dispel spells, but those were expensive and magical items or potions, and they were definitely not something that these orcs could get their hands on.

What did the orcs give them to drink?

Thinking of this, Roy finally swallowed the fruit puree in his mouth.

It pours down its throat and into its whole body as if it has life, with an evocative sweetness, and the cool breath glides through the limbs, soothing the tiredness of the body, and making people can't help but cheer up.

"My lord, forgive me for my incompetence......"

At this time, his attendants, holding their weak bodies, knelt down in front of Roy, bowed their heads in shame, and pleaded guilty to him.

For the servants of the Brando family, failing to protect their master is the greatest sin, and it is just a trip to the Dulu Basin, and they can't hold on, and they faint one by one.

If those orcs had evil intentions, wouldn't Young Master Roy be like a sheep into the tiger herd?

Normally, Roy would have scolded them severely, but now he has no such thoughts, and his mind is racing, thinking about other things.

Trading was not his main business, but after so many years of dealing with many races, as well as his own well-informed mind, Roy quickly realized that the fruit pulp that the orcs gave them to drink contained huge benefits.

You know, in the northern countries, aside from potions and magical items, which are difficult for him to access, ordinary people and some minor nobles have no other way than to turn to the priest when they are cursed by the fire demon.

As a result, during the dry season, the church in Kajiling was overcrowded every day, and countless farmers and stonemasons died due to the curse of the fire.

But now, he has found a strange liquor in the Stone Crow Clan, which can directly drive away the curse.

Moreover, even if you don't mention its value in lifting the curse, its unique taste alone can be sought after in the northern countries and sold well.

Investing in the green dragon is a long-term benefit, before the green capital defeated the northern countries, the Brando family's efforts are difficult to get a return, and at present, the Kaki Leader has been in a state of loss, and as a last resort, their family has used the method of entrapping foreign merchants, but this is by no means a long-term solution.

Roy must find a way to fill the funding gap.

Sight.

This is a treasure that can be mined, and Roy did not expect that although the orcs did not lead him to find the real gold mine, they sent him another surprise.

"Let's go, fragile human, this place seems dangerous to you." By this time, the orcs had already pulled them to leave.

Roy was lost in thought, the matter of the gold mine had long been forgotten, and he tried to remember every word that the orcs had said at the time, not missing a single detail.

Judging from the information that the orcs inadvertently revealed during their conversations, this fruity drink should have been brewed by the Stone Crow Clan for a long time, but it was only limited by the order of their sorcerer patriarch that it was not to be revealed to outsiders.

"Patriarch?"

It's an unimaginable resource, and Roy's ambitions don't allow him to miss such an opportunity: "Perhaps...... I should talk to the old guy. ”

Sifu, the leader of the Stone Crow Clan, was not so much reluctant to associate with the human caravan as Roy deliberately avoiding the wizard.

To be honest, he was quite jealous of this old guy, and when he first entered the Stone Crow Clan, he asked An Ryan how strong the other party was.

It's just that An Ryan's eyes were uncertain and flickering at that time, saying that he couldn't judge accurately, but looking at this look, Roy knew that the other party was definitely stronger than An Ryan.

There is an old wizard in the Stone Crow Clan who doesn't know the depths.

This is the real reason why Roy didn't dare to do anything to this small tribe, if it weren't for this old guy, he would have subdued this group of stupid orcs by force.

If he wants to negotiate with the old guy, Roy has to think about it in his heart.