After a week of building the city by the base mountain tribes, the news finally fermented, causing an uproar in the surrounding area of thousands of miles.

On this day, Zhang Quan was in his tribe when he suddenly received news that the minotaurs of the Iron Furnace Fort, a large orc tribe located in the north, had sent an envoy.

As soon as Zhang Quan heard the news, he hurriedly greeted him personally. This Minotaur tribe has always been the target of Zhang Quan's plan. In his mind, this tribe is the tribe that he can come into contact with in the near future that can best represent the scientific and technological level of the native orc civilization, and as the race that has mastered the only few local high-tech brewed by the orc civilization - iron-striking, city building and other technologies, Zhang Quan's status in his heart is very high. Zhang Quan had even sent people to this tribe to contact him earlier, wanting to start trade, but the people didn't know the name of the mountain tribe he was based on, so they didn't pay attention to him. Now that people are coming, it is natural for him to be overjoyed.

After meeting, he was not disappointed. The Minotaur envoys consisted of a small group of fifty men, and in addition to the forty-nine Minotaurs, there was also a vassal race of their tribe - an elderly fox (fox). The minotaurs were all dressed in thick rhinoceros skin armor, a felt robe on the outside, and a huge battle axe on their backs, with burly bodies, much more majestic than the wandering minotaurs in the base mountain tribes, each like an iron tower.

And the old Fawkes is also wearing a fur coat, with a pair of tortoiseshell glasses from the southern humans on his face, and he looks very learned, and the wealth of this Minotaur tribe is indeed worthy of its reputation. Among them, what made Zhang Quan's heart flutter the most was the thick and heavy nose ring hanging on the nose of every bullaur, and the color of the goods was pure gold at a glance.

It's full of oil and water! Zhang Quan thought in his heart, he would be sorry for himself if he didn't take a hard hit on these guys. It's been a long time, and I've finally met a rich master.

The first to speak was Fawkes among the messengers:

"Upon Helmas, the god of war, allow me to speak on behalf of the Minotaur Hammer Tribe to you, the esteemed human patriarch! The leader of the base mountain tribe with outstanding military achievements! Say hello to your people! ”

This opening remark was very slippery, which made Zhang Quan listen very comfortably, and directly admitted Zhang Quan's identity as the patriarch of the human race, as an orc tribe, this statement was very friendly.

"Welcome, my guest, I don't know what kind of news you have brought me from afar." Zhang Quan also replied with a pinched tone, it is said that this is the flower cavity that only the orc nobles in the wasteland are used to.

Next to Zhang Quan, Kate, who is now the big butler in the tribe, whispered to him. "Patriarch, this Fawkes clan is a well-known intelligence in our wasteland, and has produced countless great sages who have influenced the history of my orc race, and is a well-known sage clan in our wasteland, so the smart ones in its clan will be hired by the major powerhouses in the wasteland to do all kinds of special things, and the one in front of you is very good at talking, I'm afraid it was specially invited by the Iron Hammer tribe."

Zhang Quan nodded lightly, indicating that he understood that the survival in this orc wasteland is really natural selection, each with its own way of living, some races rely on strong bodies to fight and rob, some races rely on grazing to produce, and some races rely on the craftsmanship that big guys can't live without, just like the Minotaurs, but some races rely on their own minds and tongues, just like this Fox in front of them.

This is the form of civilization, the social division of labor, fully shows that even if the orcs are still in the backward primitive stage, but they are no different from the mature social form, the appropriate social division of labor, so that the characters in the society perform their duties, wield the potential of the division of labor, and finally converge to promote the progress of the overall productive forces of the whole society.

Such a civilization naturally has its own vigorous vitality.

Then, Fawkes introduced the other members of the mission, and as expected, the young minotaur Herbert Hammer standing beside him was the main head of the mission, the young patriarch of the Hammer tribe in Ironforge.

"Don't hide from the respected patriarch, my Iron Hammer tribe came to the nobles this time, and I really have something to ask for." Fox said sincerely.

"Oh? Then please make it clear that your two races are in this remote place in the northwest, living next to each other, and we should share each other, and if the nobles need our help, just say hello. Zhang Quan was also very polite.

Zhang Quan's attitude made the people of the Iron Hammer tribe overjoyed, and they hurriedly said: "Thank you for your friendship, we really need your help urgently." I heard that the base mountain tribe has a lot of food, and the Iron Hammer tribe doesn't want anything else, the only hope is that you can sell us the excess food generously. ”

Hehe! Sure enough, it's food! Zhang Quan was proud in his heart, and couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart, I knew that it must be so.

"It's okay to sell food! However, you know, this is a long winter in the wasteland, and food reserves are extremely important, and if you can have an extra bite of food in the clan, you can save a mouthful of people! ”

Zhang Quan's words, the people of the Iron Hammer tribe, all nodded again and again, being in the wasteland, this is almost common sense, who can not understand it?

"Well, in this way, I don't need to say more about the preciousness of food, but I don't know what the nobles plan to exchange for my people's food?"

"This," Herbert, the young leader of the Hammer Tribe's mission, muttered for a moment, and finally the old Fawkes replied, "I heard that the nobles are building a city, and I think that our Hammer Tribe, as a Minotaur tribe, must be able to help the nobles in this regard." ”

"In this way, thank you for the generosity of the Minotaur brothers! But you must have seen it before when you came, our plan to build the city has already begun, and everyone is working quickly, I'm afraid it will be built in a few days! This ......"

Zhang Quan put on an embarrassed look, as if he didn't really need the help of the Iron Hammer Tribe.

In fact, there was no need for help, and the castle plan drawn up by Garon was very grandiose, and the amount of work was exaggerated, and even with the help of cement, it was impossible to complete it in a short time. If the Iron Hammer Tribe really wants to help, in fact, the Base Mountain Tribe also needs it, but Zhang Quan is unwilling to admit it.

That cunning old Fox meant that most of the time was the idea of exchanging food for the base mountain tribe in the name of helping to build the city, where is it so easy! How could Zhang Quan make the Hammer Tribe so proud.

"Well, I don't know what the nobles want to trade." Herbert Hammer was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly asked.

"Huh! It's simple, you can see, I'm actually a human merchant, and I'm doing everything possible to get the goods to this wasteland, isn't that simple? What I need is the cutest gold? Hehe, this sentence has been held in Zhang Quan's mouth for a long time, and now he finally can't help but say it.

Ever since Kate told him that the Minotaur tribe, as one of the wealthiest races in the wasteland, often kept a large amount of gold coins left over from the time of the Minotaur Empire, so as to trade with the Terrans, he had been thinking about the gold of the Minotaur tribe all the time.

These things, when they get the modern earth world, are real hard currency, with high value, and they are convenient to sell, which can speed up the accumulation of capital in Zhang Quan's hands, how could he let it go. Even if the Iron Hammer Tribe didn't ask for it, Zhang Quan would have to find a way to find it.

So the next thing is simple, the Iron Hammer tribe is relieved when they hear that Zhang Quan is willing to trade with gold, now in the wasteland, grain is hard currency, since they can ask for it, it is natural to ask for people, and the grain in the wasteland is only the base mountain tribe is willing to sell out, and then in a few words, the two tribes reached a contract to exchange gold for food. The gold that Zhang Quan had coveted for a long time was finally in hand.

A large amount of food from the earth world, but the most important strategic weapon in Zhang Quan's hands this winter can be said to be invincible to the orcs in the wasteland, with this, he wants to get far more than gold.

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