Seeing their suspicious look in surprise, the orcs of the Watson tribe smiled and smirked for a while: "Don't believe it, the cured meat of our tribe is only exchanged for the Monte tribe, because this cured meat is difficult to make."

Before the fair began, the witch doctor said, let's divide the three pickled humming beasts into small strips of meat like this, and those tribes who want them can come and exchange them to try it back and see if they can be put after the cold season. ”

As soon as the orc's voice fell, two orcs from the water tribe crowded to the front of the stall, and they salivated at the pickled meat strips on the stall: "We belong to the swordfish tribe, I don't know how many beads of this cured meat can be exchanged." ”

The orc of the Watson tribe stretched out a finger with a warm smile on his face: "As long as a bead can be exchanged, this is a preferential price, and it will not be so cheap to exchange it in the future." ”

The two orcs of the swordfish tribe hurriedly took out a handful of beads from the small bag of animal skin on their waists: "These beads are all exchanged for marinated meat strips." ”

"How can this work, you exchange so much for one tribe, what about these tribes behind us?"

"yes, leave some for each of us."

As soon as the words of the orcs of the two swordfish tribes fell, they attracted the attack of a large group of orcs behind.

The orcs of the Watson tribe raised their hands and pressed down: "Don't worry, don't worry.

Because the number of cured meat strips sold this time is limited, there is also a limit to the number of pieces that each tribe can buy. ”

After that, he looked at the two orcs of the Swordfish Tribe in front of him: "Brother of the Swordfish Tribe, the witch doctor said that each tribe can only buy a maximum of two pickled meat strips, and you have to keep some for the other tribes.

If we have any left, we'll let you know to buy it. ”

The two orcs of the swordfish tribe glanced at each other, although it was a pity, but Ji Nuan's words still had to be listened to, so he could only pick up two beads and hand them to the orcs behind the stall.

The orcs of the Watson tribe took two cured jerky and handed them them, and the corners of their mouths grinned at the two beasts holding the cured jerky with their mouths turned to the back of their heads.

I'm about to drool.

It turns out that there is such a herd mentality everywhere, and orcs are no exception.

After the orcs of the two swordfish tribes were exchanged, the orcs of the other tribes in front of the stall rushed up and squeezed over, and took out the beads in their bags to exchange for cured meat.

Even Hu Shuo, who had just returned from hunting and had eaten food in the canteen with beads, took his clansmen to the front row and exchanged two for two.

Then he took the two cured meats, pulled the animal skins that had been squeezed into a mess on his body, and exhaled.

"These orcs are simply terrifying."

The other orcs of the Hu tribe all looked at him with admiration and nodded, being able to squeeze in and buy cured meat from that group of terrible beasts, and squeeze it out intact, Hu Shuo is really amazing.

Taking advantage of the fact that the surrounding orcs were scrambling to buy cured meat, Hu Shuo tore off a piece of cured meat in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

At first, it was a very pungent taste, but as he chewed, an unusual aroma spread in his mouth, and the cured meat was very chewy, which was not too much to his liking.

Hu Shuo, who was chewing the cured meat, had sparkling eyes, looked at the two cured meats in his hand and swallowed his saliva wildly, and finally suppressed the desire to tear a few more to taste.