"Blanton! When you come back this time, do you want to return to the tribe? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "A mare in the tribe is glamorous.

"This time I went back to the tribe to make a trade," Blanton shook his head and looked around the entire tribe, "It's just that the tribe is not in a good situation right now." ”

Blanton's words made the entire Sad Wind Tribe gloomy.

"Ahh

Seeing the dejected appearance of the group of half-men, Tigul coughed.

Blanton then remembered that he was just a hired guard, and hurriedly brushed aside his body and asked, "What about the old man?" ”

As the words fell, a majestic centaur with an unkind face and a curly mane with a scalded mane came out of the tribe: "Looking for me? ”

"It's him."

"Your Excellency Brandon Walden, I'm Tigul Klock of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, and I've come to your tribe to negotiate a deal!" A confident smile tugged at the corners of Tigul's mouth, and the centaur escort behind Tigul moved as they pulled away the cover from the carriage behind them, revealing a large number of fine iron weapons.

Brandon only noticed the outfit of Brandon's team this time—all in plate armor, armed with spears, and carrying bows and arrows.

Although greedy, Brandon finally sighed: "As you can see, there are only a few dozen cattle and sheep left in the tribe, and the rest have already been roasted. ”

"As you can see, our cargo is far beyond what you can afford to pay. Not even in the heyday of the Sad Wind Tribe. ”

Tigul's words made the Sorrowful Wind tribe excited, and they were about to rush up and kill Tigul almost the next moment.

"It doesn't seem impossible to kill Tigul and snatch the weapon?" Brandon's thoughts only flashed for a moment, and he was reminded of the shiny weapon in his son's hand.

"You have two options." Tigul lifted his finger.

"First, I will hire you on behalf of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce to protect me and we will go deep into the grassland to trade, and the Goblin Chamber of Commerce will pay you according to your contributions, and you can choose to withdraw the payment in advance to buy weapons from me, and enjoy the right of first refusal."

On the steppe, no weapons are waste. In Brandon's opinion, this choice is equivalent to hiring a centaur tribe with weapons, which sounds pretty good, and Brandon can't help but think, "Could it be that my son Brandon was fooled like this?" ”

"It's just that you won't have a chance to buy another commodity, because we'll sell it out on the grassland."

"Another commodity?" Brandon looked at his son suspiciously.

Seeing that Daddy didn't know what to do, Brandon cracked his mouth and smiled, and handed the water bladder in his hand to Brandon.

Brandon pulled the plug, and the whole tribe seemed to be pressed the pause button.

"It smells so good!"

The allure of high wine to the centaur tribe was amazing, and Brandon hissed excitedly after taking a big sip.

"Patriarch, let's have a taste!"

Brandon flushed, threw the wine bag to the clansmen behind him, and asked, "What's the second option?" ”

"Second, on credit." Tigul held up a second finger, "All the weapons are given to you on credit, and these Wine and Sorrow tribes also have the right of first refusal." As long as you can come up with enough goods to trade within a month, whether it is fur, cattle and sheep, high-level magical beasts, or even some valuable news. ”

Tigul's words were already very straightforward, and Brandon undoubtedly understood—

Give you weapons, go to the grassland to grab them, grab enough good things, come and trade!

As for whether the centaurs would tear up the agreement, Tigul, who had Zama nailed in his hands, was not at all worried.

Tigul's second, in the eyes of a group of centaurs with a straight face, is exactly what he wants!

Why was the entire Sorrowful Wind Tribe disgraced by a few Fire Lizard Beasts? With the strength of the Sorrowful Wind Tribe, the number of fifth-level warriors is definitely quite a lot, and the fire lizard beast herd is generally only eight or nine, even if it can breathe fire, in front of the fast and powerful centaur tribe, it is very likely to kneel.

The problem is weapons.

The wooden sticks and stones on the rough and thick skin of the flame lizard beast had no effect at all.

Sticks and stones, this is the status quo of the Sad Wind tribe, and it is also the status quo of the entire grassland.

Think about Huang Taiji outside the gate back then, you know that thirteen pairs of armor can run rampant in the northeast, and the effect of the equipment can be seen.

Although there are all kinds of unscientific powerful warriors in this world, the difference between the power of iron equipment and stone equipment is real.

In the cheers of the centaur tribe, all the tribal warriors were armed, regardless of the darkening sky, and rushed out to find the goods as soon as they relied on their dark vision.

Soon, a firelight erupted somewhere a few miles away, and when the flames were extinguished, the eight flame lizards were covered in sticks of all kinds, shamefully dedicating themselves to the Centaur trade.

After the centaur cavalry was equipped with iron spears, a litter of flame lizards turned from cunning hunters into poor prey.

The strategy of the centaur cavalry was extremely simple, they scattered in the face of the fire lizard, and the rest was to charge, insert the gun, charge, draw the gun, and rely on the advantage of four feet faster than two, repeatedly torturing the fire lizard beast until the fire lizard completely fell.

"It's that easy for centaurs to deal with firelizards?" A month later, when a few skinned and deboned flame lizard beasts were sent to the kobold tribe, Bugs Zhong, who was playing with "Xiaohong", regretted a little that he had not done it at the beginning, knowing that this was the case, leaving a centaur was enough.

Not to mention that the Sad Wind Tribe is wreaking havoc on the grassland, the Kobold Tribe also has a new mission.

There is no scale, no compass, no legend, and the science dog Zhong Bugling, who chose geography in his previous life, sighed, took the "map" drawn with charcoal in his hand and asked in a tangled manner: "What is this circle?" ”

"Wang! It's a lake! The Soul Painter - Mapmaker McCormick replied.

"What about this box?"

"Wang! It's a swamp! ”

"Swamps? Could it be that there is a kobold hanging? "What Bugs Zhong is most worried about is attrition.

"Wang! No, it was pulled out by loggers with rattan. ”

"Well done, go back to the accountant and get two more steel hammers." Although McCormick's drawing level is touching, Bugs Zhong basically understands the content.

Bugs Zhong is already thinking about the next development direction of the kobold tribe, the small space in the canyon is not conducive to the development of farming, and the kobold tribe will gradually move out of the Grand Canyon to the plain for development.

Hobbies are valuable, and the price of reproduction is higher. Although kobolds love to make holes more than farming, the sacred status of the cause of racial reproduction in the hearts of kobolds is unshakable, and the project can still be moved if it is really pushed.

According to McCormick's information, there are really a lot of good places in the canyon, and the orc tribe is a grassland race, and its agricultural skills are basically zero, and all the good fertile land is wasteland.

In the eyes of the farming god, the swamps and tidal flats at the edge of the Axon Forest or the lakes are all good areas for filling in and farming. As for the destruction of ecology? The god of farming didn't think about it at all.

These days, the tribe of the gods of farming has tightened their belts and worked hard for a month, almost cutting down the thicker trees in the canyon, and finally grinding out a pile of logs that are thick enough and long enough.

Zhong Tian originally wanted to let the big head ride in the car, but the weight of the brain exceeded the limit that the wooden board car could bear, so he could only roll the log under the big head, and then a bunch of kobolds dragged in front, just like a new ship being launched, but the big head was going down the pit.

In the following days, the kobold made persistent efforts to thicken and strengthen the passage in the mine.

Finally, the big head lying on the log came to the entrance of the passage.

When it came to the last moment, Zhong Tian hesitated a little.

"It's easy to go downhill and hard to go uphill, such a steep slope, if you don't have enough energy to go all at once, it's difficult to let the kobold drag himself out."

"And once it is transferred underground, it is impossible for Bugs Zhong to come down every day, and it is not as good as before, and it is not convenient to operate."

"Mala, according to the current efficiency, it will take decades to produce a generator at the earliest, and the current power will be up to a year.

After completing the psychological construction, Zhong Tian controlled Zhong Bugs to give an order, and during the season when the first wave of wheat was ripe in the farming god, the big head was transferred to the deep underground.