Chapter 35: Arslen's Caravan

Winter has finally passed, the snow and ice have melted on the earth, the grass that has been buried in the ground has sprouted, and the barren wasteland seems to have been draped in a green carpet overnight. The air is fresh, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The animals that had been hiding for a winter came back to life. Everywhere you look, otters, hares, foxes, wolves, and flocks of yellow sheep roam the wasteland, grazing on the grass on the ground.

The reason why the wasteland is called the wasteland is only relative to the savannah to the south. The savannah is the territory of the orcs, and I have heard that the grass there is so rich that the grass grows waist-high, and even in winter, there is no cold and snow like in the wasteland. Orcs hardly had to hunt grass for the winter, and in winter they could still take their livestock with them for grazing.

Every barbarian coveted that fertile land, and every barbarian king would always attack the south in the hope of seizing a meadow steppe.

It's a pity that although the number of orcs is about the same as that of the barbarians, their combat power is much stronger, and the barbarians always return again and againβ€”β€”β€”β€” not that the orcs are stronger than the barbarians, but because of the geographical advantages, the orcs can trade a large number of iron spears, swords, giant axes, maces, and even steel armor from the human race. Therefore, in the face of most of the barbarians armed with wooden sticks and animal bones, they naturally have the upper hand everywhere.

Another point is the advantage of the orcs. That is, they can make excellent bows and arrows, and shoot them as hundreds or thousands of orcs, and the barbarians with no protection on their bodies are like a group of targets. Even madness doesn't have much effect to hide. In previous years, there were many defeats, but most of the reason was that in the process of charging, he was shot countless times by the orc's bow and arrow, and finally failed.

For this reason, the orcs strictly controlled the trade with the barbarians, especially all kinds of iron tools. Because of the scarcity, the iron was fried at a sky-high price, and an iron pot could be exchanged for five long-haired cows. You must know that the bride price given by Solang Dunzhu to Jinba Rinchen was only five long-haired cows, which was already very rich. It can be said that an iron pot can be exchanged for a beautiful barbarian girl.

But where there are people, there are people who disregard the safety of the race for the sake of profit, such people secretly hoard iron weapons, and then secretly take caravans to trade with barbarians. Wherever you go, you will be treated as a guest, and even if the goods are sold at sky-high prices, there are still people who flock to them.

One of them was Arslen, whose business was originally not large, mainly selling pottery, clothes, ornaments, ale and other groceries. But last time, he made an unexpected deal with Zhangxiong Gyatso, and after obtaining a few hundred catties of refined salt, he returned to the tribe and directly snapped up it for the orcs at five times the price. β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€” the grassland of the Orcs does not produce salt, and it has always been purchased from the Terrans, and it has been slaughtered by the Terrans again and again, and there is no way to resist. After all, everyone has to eat salt.

This time around, he is ten times the profit, and he can't help but be blushing.

Zhangzhung Gyatso needed weapons, although it was very difficult to get them, and it was risky. If he is caught by the people of the orc chief, he will be beheaded.

But for the sake of tenfold profits, he also gave up. Secretly went to the border town of the Terran once, and reached an agreement with the smuggler there to exchange the price of an ox for an iron spear, in exchange for a hundred iron spears, as well as a dozen double-sided axes, and a dozen maces. He specially ordered a lot of iron pots,

Even in order to curry favor with Zhangxiong Gyatso, he even got a set of chain armor and prepared to give it to Zhangxiong Gyatso as a gift to strengthen their relationship.

Although he spent most of his fortune, as long as this transaction was successful, he would have received ten times the profit, and he would immediately become the richest man in the tribe.

After choosing a dark night, through the border patrolled by the bribed warriors, Arslen led his men and drove pack horses into the ...... of the wasteland!

Zhangxiong Gyatso was also waiting for Arsleng's arrival, and he was a little anxious. After all, it's already spring, and the army of the Duolang tribe will kill at any time. Even though he had sent out a lot of scouts and kept an eye on the movement in the north, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

To put it bluntly, the people under him are still in the category of the rabble, and they have not really experienced major battles. In order to guarantee minimal losses, he needed a large number of iron weapons to support him. As long as he has killed this battle and seen the bloodshed of the battlefield, his soldiers can be regarded as truly tempered into real steel.

On this day, a scout finally came to report: "Big head, the orc merchant is here with a caravan, and he is already seven or eight miles away." ”

Zang Gyatso was overjoyed when he heard this, and personally greeted him out.

Riding a wildebeest and running out of seven or eight miles, seeing Arslen and a large number of weapons on the back of his horse team, Zhangxiong Gyatso smiled and closed his mouth: "Hahaha, Arslen, my old friend, you are finally here." How are you going this winter?"

"Oh, Zhangxiong Gyatso, I want to congratulate you on hearing from your men that you have conquered many tribes and become a powerful man. It just so happens that I have brought you a suitable gift, I hope you will like it. ”

After Arsleng and Zhangxiong Gyatso embraced, they smiled kindly, and at the same time asked his subordinates to take the chain mail.

It's a good thing that only a Terran blacksmith can craft. Zhangxiong Gyatso thanked them and hurriedly welcomed them into the Wild Wolf Valley.

Seeing the appearance of Wolf Valley, Arslen was a little surprised. In the past winter, there was an extra stone wall three meters high and nearly dozens of meters long, which happened to block the entrance to the Wild Wolf Valley. Only a rough wooden fence is left with an entrance, and it looks like a small castle.

It seems that Zhangxiong Gyatso is not idle this winter, he is very ambitious!

Of course, Zhangxiong Gyatso is ambitious, and it has nothing to do with him, and even he is very happy. Because only Zhangxiong Gyatso is ambitious and wants to wage war against other barbarians, then his business will get better and better.

Slaughtered cattle and sheep, took out mare's milk wine, and personally entertained Arslen. The two were like real old friends, and they had a great conversation.

Wait until you are full of wine and food before you get down to business.

"Brother Arslen, have you brought the weapons I need?" asked Zhangxiong Gyatso urgently.

"Haha, of course, I will never break my promise to do so. I just don't know if you have enough salt to exchange, haha......!"

Zhangxiong Gyatso didn't explain, just waved his hand to Solang Dunzhu.

Although Solang Dunzhu was timid and could not go to the battlefield, he was a good hand at governing the tribe, and shared most of the tribal affairs for him, and he presided over the matter of boiling refined salt. Seeing Zhangxiong Gyatso's signal, he asked people to bring all the prepared salt over, and there were eight animal skin bags, all of which were filled. There are at least 800 catties of refined salt in it.

Alslen's eyes lit up, and he personally untied each pocket to check it, and even licked it with his tongue, and finally nodded with satisfaction. It was also a wave of his hand to let his subordinates unload the iron.

See the piles of iron spears, swords, double-sided axes, maces, and a few iron pots. The eyes of the warriors of the Maoniu tribe were red, if it weren't for the big head of Zhangxiong Gyatso in front of them, they would probably go up and rob it.