"First meeting, Lord Whiteskin, I am the craftsman of the Cold Moon Goblin Clan, this is my disciple Xirui, and we are happy to serve you. Goblin Smith Rig spoke.

Rig takes the simple gnoll language to the extreme, and with the beautiful sentences he says, the tone is respectful, and it is easy to make people feel good.

Being able to become a craftsman recognized by a family, Rigger's wisdom is obviously also superb.

"Master Ropes & Gray will sit down and talk. The Whitefish Man held out his hand and gestured.

"Thank you, lord. ”

Watching Rig sit down cautiously, the Whitefish Man also sat down.

"First of all, Chief Hogg, let's talk about our deal. The Whitefishmen turned their gaze to Hogg, the leader of the gnolls of the Ice Lake.

"I agreed to your offer to hand over your territory to our gnolls, but I have a request that I hope you will grant. Hogg took a deep breath.

"You say. "The white fish man looked very good at discussing and listening.

On the other side, the goblin craftsman Rig heard the conversation between the two, but he was a little stunned.

Leaving his territory in the hands of greedy gnolls?Rig almost wondered if the white-skinned lord in front of him was stupid.

"We'll provide you with plenty of meat, but when our own territory of the Gnolls of the Ice Lake is under attack, we hope to be rescued by you, Lord of the Whiteskins. ”

With this, Hogg stared at the Whitefish Man with some nervousness.

Hogg could say this, worthy of being the leader of the gnolls.

The Whitefish Man thought carefully and nodded in agreement.

Hogg was overjoyed for a moment, being able to have such a powerful lord-level intelligent creature as the white-skinned lord as his backing, the confidence of the Ice Lake Gnoll would be greatly increased.

All the Gnoll Race has to do is spend time and get more meat to feed the Whitefishmen.

This is not difficult for a large group of warriors with strong and powerful creatures.

"Then it's agreed, Chief Hogg. ”

"It's kind of an offensive and defensive alliance. ”

The white fishman laughed.

"Offensive and defensive alliances?" is a good word. Hogg also smiled, and Seg behind him also looked excited.

"For the time being, my pet and I need 150 pounds of meat a day, which is about the meat of two and a half to three black-skinned wild boars. ”

"I have observed that in my territory, without affecting the balance of the territory, I can produce 500 catties of meat per day. ”

Hogg nodded, some smacked the amount of food for the two of them, 150 catties of meat was enough for 15 gnolls to eat more than a day.

On the other side, Rig was also secretly surprised, 150 catties of meat was enough for each goblin tribe to eat a mouthful, and it turned out to be a day's consumption of the white-skinned lord here.

Even so, handing over the territory to someone else seemed inappropriate to Rig, but it wasn't as surprising as it had been.

Hogg thought for a while, and then asked with some confusion, "What is the name of Jin?"

The white fish man had already prepared, and took out two obviously polished stones, one large and one small.

"This one is a pound smaller. ”

"The bigger ones are ten pounds. ”

"In the future, we will use this as the standard for our previous weight measurements. ”

"You can feel it, forget it, these two stones will be given to you. The Whitefishman skimmed his hands.

The unification of the unit of weight is of great significance for communication between ethnic groups.

The goblin craftsman on the other side, Rigg, turned his flexible mind and nodded secretly, a clear unit of weight can indeed make many things easier,

Hogg took the stone and handed it to Seg beside him.

"Lord Whiteskin, I want Saige to lead a team of jackal warriors to manage your territory and set up a camp near you, you see?"

"No problem. The Whitefish Man thought for a moment and nodded.

In the vicinity, it is also a good choice to form a multi-ethnic village.

With sensitive beards, the Whitefish People are not afraid of what the Jackals will do.

"Saige, you take a team of warriors to the territory of the White Skin Lord, and today's 150 catties of meat have not been handed in. Hogg turned to Seg.

The deal was officially concluded, and the offensive and defensive alliance with the Whitefish Man was formed. Hogg was overjoyed and quickly assumed his identity.

Saige excitedly led a team of warriors to explore the new territory.

Ignoring Hogg's presence, the Whitefishman turned to look at the goblin master.

"Master Rigger, I've heard that your goblin clan is skilled in making iron, and I need your help to make some iron. ”

Finally it was his turn, and Rig breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from Hogg's conversation with the Whitefish Man just now, this white-skinned lord is still extremely intelligent and has a rather rational and reasonable personality than he seems.

Although such a white fish man made Rig's fear gradually disappear, thinking of the patriarch Rees's request, it seemed very difficult and basically impossible to provoke a sane lord-level creature to attack the gnolls for no reason.

In this way, it seems that you can only try to brush up on the favor of this white-skinned lord, at least not let him oppress his own people like a gnoll.

The White-skinned Lord's gaze was still staring at him, and Rig came back to his senses: "White-skinned Lord, just mention it, I, Rig, will try my best to create a satisfactory iron weapon for you." ”

"Thank you very much. The white fishman said with a smile.

"The first thing was to build a set of equipment for me. ”

"And then there are some gadgets. ”

"Weapons, armor, open-toed boots...... Hammers, chisels, scissors...... "Whitefish Man gave Rig what he conceived from big to novel.

Rigger listened carefully and asked some questions.

Rig is worthy of being the craftsman of the goblin clan, and the whimsical ideas from the minds of the Whitefish People are digested and understood by Rig little by little.

In this process, Rig also admired the wisdom of the white fish man from the bottom of his heart.

On the other side, Hogg, who was listening with a worried face, heard it in a fog and wanted to doze off, Hogg was also guarding against some kind of conspiracy secretly carried out by the goblins.

It was Rig's disciple Ciri who listened thoughtfully.

After a long time, the conversation between the Whitefish Man and Rig ended.

"Lord Whiteskin, these things you mentioned, I should be able to build them in some time. ”

"But it won't take a short time.

"I don't know what kind of iron you're going to use first, but I can craft these first. ”

Considering that his body continued to grow every day, the Whitefishmen gave up armor and open-toed boots, which needed to match their bodies.

Three-edged spears, ring-headed knives, and a number of gadgets were established as the first things to be crafted.

The Three-Edged Spear and the Ringhead Knife are two types of weapons that the Whitefish People have designed for themselves.

When facing the enemy, in addition to the long-range blow of the bone spurs, the white fishman who has a weapon does not have to risk using his claws to hurt the enemy when he is close, and he can also deal enough damage with a sharp iron weapon.

"Do you goblins have any needs?" the Whitefish Man asked, seeing that he had talked about the same as Rig.

Glancing at Hogg, whose gaze became clear when he heard the words, Rig replied lightly: "Lord Whiteskin, it is an honor for the goblin clan to serve you. ”

"Didn't think about it? The Whitefishman waved his hand, and as long as the goblins' requests were not excessive, he would agree.

"Thank you, Lord Whiteskin. Rig saluted.

The conversation was quite pleasant, and the white fish man got up and prepared to see off the guests.

"Hmm? It smells of blood. The beard under the white fishman's jaw throbbed actively.

"What?" Hogg sniffed, he didn't smell anything with his sense of smell, but he didn't doubt the Whitefishman's words.

The goblins' perception is worse than that of the gnolls, and Hogg mockingly glanced at the bewildered goblin master Rig.

"Probably Saige came back from hunting. Hogg guessed.

"No, the smell is coming from the direction of the glacial lake. The white fishman shook his head slightly, and the whitefishman's gaze looked at the end of the south side of the iceberg lake.

Hogg and Rig followed the Whitefishman's gaze.

"It's coming. The Whitefishman whispered.

"It's ......," Hogg and Rig looked surprised.

At the end of the glacial lake, a group of fleeing green creatures gradually appeared.

Behind them seemed to be chasing terrifying creatures, desperately trying to escape.

The distance quickly pulls in.

The dozen or so creatures on the sand could see the appearance of the green creatures, they were very similar to the white-skinned lords, with a face full of horror, it was a group of green-skinned fishmen!

Suddenly, a black line behind the green-skinned fish crowd quickly broke through the air and attacked!

The black thread easily pierced a green-skinned man, passing through his chest and abdomen, pinning it to the stiff ice.

The black object turned out to be a two-meter-long weapon, which was thrown by someone with great force and shot out at high speed.

A strong, tall figure appeared in sight, pulling the weapon out of the ice and raising it, the green fishman skewered on the weapon and struggled in vain.

The tall figure suddenly raised his weapon and slammed it towards the ice, and with a few quick and violent smashes, the entire body of the seriously injured green fish man oozed blood, and soon disappeared.