Goblin Crane was washed like a rag by the orc warriors on guard, and then forcibly poured him some bloody porridge that smelled of beast blood, before throwing him back on the thatched bed of the dungeon, hoping that the orc warriors would be gentle with their captives, which was probably the limit.

The bitter goblins were sad, and life in the Blackwing's Lair was not very good, but it was better than being in the midst of a group of brown-skinned giants that they had never seen before, and they looked vicious, like the devil in a nightmare.

"They didn't come back because they were going to eat me, were they?"

Cliff looked at the huge, sharp teeth in the mouths of the orc guards, full of fear, but he had been afraid for a long time, and he felt physically and mentally exhausted, coupled with the comfort of the fur and grass beds under him, Cliff had already slept, but he felt like his head was filled with lead, and he fell asleep exhausted again.

Before falling asleep, he was still thinking: "No matter, while I am still alive, I can be comfortable, this fur is really good, I am afraid it can be sold for several"

It didn't take long for Cliff to wake up, and he was stunned as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?"

Cliff looked at the glittering mountains of gold around him, and couldn't believe that he had woken up from a dark dungeon to a place that was like Elysium to goblins.

"I must be dreaming. Cliff affirmed, then smiled again.

"Since it's a dream, let's be happy!" the little goblin rushed to the hill of precious gems and gold coins in ecstasy, and he laughed and picked up the gold coins and threw them into the air, bathed in the rain of dreamy gold coins.

Countless gold coins smashed on his face, and the feeling was slightly painful but extremely happy.

"Wait! it hurts?"

Cliff suddenly realized something, he opened his eyes, and the falling gold coins immediately hit his eyeballs, and he screamed in pain.

"What a selfless, doesn't it feel like a dream come true, Mr. Goblin. ”

At this moment, the young voice that Cliff had heard suddenly came into his ears, and Cliff immediately covered one of his eyes and looked vigilantly in the direction from which the voice came.

He saw a fellow like the brown-skinned giant who had grabbed him, sitting on a pile of stacked metal ingots, rubbing his chin with his palm, looking at him with interest.

When Cliff saw that there were other people here, the instinctive reaction in his mind was to protect his treasure, and Izzy on the other side couldn't help but laugh when he saw the goblin's gesture of sacrificing his life to protect his wealth.

"You think this treasure is yours?" said Izzy as he jumped off the stack of metal ingots and walked up.

"Don't come here!" the goblin looked around, but there was nothing around him that could be used as a weapon, so he grabbed a gold brick and threw it at Izzy.

Izzy easily took the thrown gold brick, stepped up quickly, and kicked the dwarf goblin in the chest, stepping him directly on the pile of gold coins.

"These treasures belong to our tribe. As he spoke, Izzy began to grind under his feet, crushing the goblin's chest like a hydraulic press, and the goblin's face suddenly became full of pain.

"I need to make that clear, understand? Mr. Goblin. Izzy didn't exert any more force, he was now testing the goblin to see if he was a smart man, and Izzy hoped that the goblin would not be completely lost of his mind because of the riches like they had met in the treasure trove of the Blackwing's Lair, and would only shout like a madman.

The next word of the goblin would decide his life and death, and if he shouted "My! my!" like the goblin in the vault, then Izzy would let the goblins beneath his feet die in the gold.

"I see, Your Majesty!" the goblin Crane struggled to breathe the words out of his mouth, and Izzy was stunned, lifted his foot, and lifted the goblin up with one hand.

"Why do you call me that?" asked Izzy.

Goblin Cliff gasped for breath and slowed down for a long time before he spoke, "Because you are the owner of these treasures, only a king can possess such wealth. ”

Izzy felt that the goblin's judgment was reasonable, and to be honest, his own chief and the king were about the same, but Izzy didn't like this kind of title, he was still used to being called a chieftain by others, after all, after so many years, it was natural for him to get used to it.

"I'm not a king, but I'm the leader of the orcs, the great chief of the tribe, Nagnosh Ichi, do you have a name?"

"Honorable Great Chief, the villain's name is Cliff Wallet. Goblin Cliff replied as Izzy tugged at his collar.

Izzy looked strange at first, then smiled and said, "Very well, Mr. Cliff, now let's get down to business, as you can see, I have a lot of money, but I want to spend it to provide a better and more fulfilling life for my people." ”

Izzy paused, let the goblins look at the treasures, and continued, "But unfortunately, we orcs have only been in this world for a short time, so we don't have such a way to trade, can you understand what I'm talking about?"

Izzy shook the goblin he was carrying, and he found that the goblin's attention was completely inattentive, and his eyes were full of glittering gold coins and gems, and he looked almost enchanted.

The goblin came back to his senses and gave a very snobbish smile to Izzy, but his eyes could not be taken back from the mountains of gold, so he said: "Dear Great Chief, I have heard your thoughts, you want to be able to slim down your wallet, and I am willing to serve you, villain." ”

Izzy laughed and said, "Just you, I do have such needs, but you are not my only choice, there are many of your former colleagues here, look over there." ”

Izzy said and pointed to the goblins on the other side of the Golden Mountain, who were not stunned, and continued: "Only those who have the ability can earn this endless wealth, what we orcs need most now is materials and intelligence, only those who can provide us with greater benefits can be qualified for this job, understand?"

When Goblin Reef heard Izzy's words, the goblin's eyes changed instantly.

Drink! That look looked like a beast in heat, seeing a rival competing for his mate.

When Izzy saw this, he was relieved, and thought that this batch of gold and silver treasures, which were of little use to the tribe, would be converted into the materials needed by the tribe to solve the urgent need of the tribe for lack of food.

Speaking of which, the tribe has been bartering for money is not the way to go, and it's almost time to create their own orcs currency.

(End of chapter)