"Sword?"

"No, it's not a sword, it's a dagger at best, you flamboyant little men, I won't pay such a high price for these toys."

Dust swamps, tribal black markets. The sky here is shrouded in smoke and dust all day long, and the air smells of rot and dampness. Deep in the swamp, where the sun doesn't shine all year round, is an easy trading stop. Like Garkison in the south, except that it is so desolate and deserted compared to the size of a desert city. Only a few guards stood at the gate of the town, yawning. It seems to turn a blind eye to passers-by of all races. The tribe's dominance here is so strong that no other species dares to challenge its authority.

A goblin merchant from afar trembled and sold his goods to several orc warriors, as if he were afraid that others would find out about his treasure. However, when his precious gear was brought to several orc warriors, the warriors from Orgrimmar scoffed at the goblin merchants' offerings.

To be precise, it's a human weapon. Goblin traders bought them from the desert city of Garkison and traveled to the swamp to try to sell them to the tribe's warriors. However, these weapons fit just right for humans, and they are too small for orcs.

Even, the orcs sat on wooden chairs in front of the bar, laughing at the rotten goods that the goblins had brought to their business this time.

"Toys? Oh, no, they're not toys, they're small, but they're so easy to use. It's definitely better than your stone axes. ”

However, the orc's taunt of the goblin apparently didn't stop the goblin peddler from giving up. He still sits in front of a few big guys, tirelessly promoting his products.

As he spoke, the goblin trader took the sword, which the orcs called the little dagger, in his hand, and then grabbed a piece of the fur of the old Kodo beast, and the small sword slashed through it, and with the slightest sound, the thick Kodo animal skin was cut in half.

"Look, that's how it works. Definitely better than your axes. ”

The goblin vendor excitedly introduced.

"That's also skinning and easy to use, dealing with wild beasts, it's too small, and it breaks when it breaks."

But the orcs were still not interested, and continued to laugh, they did not take anything seriously in the hands of the goblins. Continuing to talk about their own topic. From time to time, grab the crude drinks on the table and dry them to the end. The rice wine made by these trolls is like drinking water to them. It takes more than 10 cups in a row to have a hint of pleasure.

And at this time, the goblin peddler once again seized the opportunity. He was more cautious, and after looking around to make sure no one was following him, he pulled out a few clear glass jars from his pocket. It contains a pure and transparent liquid.

"Hey, boss, I still have a baby."

The little goblin thief head thief continued. But the orcs were clearly getting impatient. An orc soldier with a scar on his head grabbed the glass jar directly in the goblin's hand. He didn't want to listen to this little man grinding and chirping here to promote his own products, and if he had something, he just grabbed it and studied it himself.

He grabbed the glass bottle, turned it upside down, and found that the liquid inside had a miraculous reaction, and they began to bubble, white bubbles filling the remaining space in the glass jar. It looks wonderful. An orc soldier also pressed his eyes closer to the glass jar and measured it carefully. Try to find out the mystery hidden in these liquids. But without the introduction of the goblins, they couldn't guess at all.

"What is this?"

The orc soldier with the scar on his forehead roared. His face looked very vicious, as if the little goblin in front of him would be bitten off the head with just one mouth. But the goblin peddlers were not afraid, they had been trading with the orcs here for three years, and they were already familiar with these green-skinned big men. The most important thing is that no matter what race the goblin is, how big the other party is, or how vicious the appearance, they only value one thing, that is, whether the other party has gold coins in their money bags.

This is the key to driving the goblins to do all their work.

"Wine, a magical drink, it's called Lone Mountain Cold Beer. I'm sure it's better than all the drinks you've ever drunk. Oh, yes, wait, there's something even more exciting. ”

The goblin vendor said, dragging a few more bottles of liquid drinks from his backpack. These bottles and cans are tighter packed and look more classy. The orcs even began to wonder how these small, skinny goblins were dragging these heavy burdens.

The goblin vendor said, opening one of the clay pots. A strong aroma of wine suddenly overflowed.

The smell immediately attracted the attention of several orc GIs. Without asking the price, he grabbed the big wine jar and drank it in one go.

After a few seconds, the orc veteran who had been the first to drink the dwarven liquor had a smile of surprise and excitement on his face......

"The dwarf didn't lie to us, it was the most wonderful drink I've ever tasted!"

Curious, several orc warriors grabbed a can and drank it wildly.

However, the goblin traders were in a hurry.

"No, no, stop! The price of these drinks is very high! ”

"Five gold coins in a bottle, five gold coins!"

The goblin merchant hissed and cried out. At this moment, the orcs immediately put down the flask in their hands. Although they had been accustomed to plundering, this bloodthirsty and violent behavior had been forbidden since Thrall became the Grand Chief.

We are not beasts, we have our own noble souls, and we are to be humble and equal to all races. This is what the Great Chief taught them. Although some orcs did not like this, most of Orgrimmar's orcs accepted it and obeyed.

Obedience to this order meant that they could not rob the goblins of their property, but could only trade equally. However, no one had ever imagined that these drinks would be so expensive...... It's ridiculously expensive...... Indeed, something that is not available in the entire continent of Karimdo, of course, is expensive......

Several orc soldiers put down their bottles and looked at the cunning goblin trader with stinking faces.

"Two gold coins. That's it at most. ”

The old orc with a scar on his forehead approached, screwed the lid of the flask screw, and pushed it to the goblin vendor. Immediately afterward, several other orc warriors also surrounded him. They loved the shipment, especially the spirits. But the price is really high.

The goblin trader looked angry. However, two gold coins for a pot of wine, this price is also extremely good. The shouting just now was just to make the orc soldiers feel unjustified. In fact, the goblin vendor's original price was two gold coins and a pot of spirits. In this way, their profits still quadrupled.

After some haggling, the goblin trader "aggrieved" sold the liquor in his hand to several orc veterans stationed in the camp. He then continued north, to the farther tribal settlements, to sell his rare goods.

However, the most valuable goods from the Eastern Continent were not the swords, nor the dwarven spirits, gems, or crystals, but the firearms. The sale of guns is strictly forbidden here in Dalin, and the admiral has kept a hand for himself, these things, only the alliance can have......