In short, at Boromir's strong request, Rivendell, after consulting Anduin, sent a convoy to Gondor, mainly responsible for providing some necessary weapons and equipment to the allies under the banner of the united front against Sauron.

After all, Mordor is the real henchman, the orc legions have been assembled, the barbarians who drive the giant war elephants are ready to go, and the pirates who gallop in the turbulent seas have bowed their heads to the Demon Lord in submission.

Ahem, some of this information comes from the word of mouth of scouts and merchants, and some comes from Anduin's network of reconnaissance drones all over the continent - DJI Genie is just like this, long-lasting battery life, high-definition shooting, just ask if you are afraid.

Fully aware of the horrors of Mordor's war potential, the elves quickly came to an agreement with the Grey Mountain Dwarves and decided to do their best to build a new army worthy of war in the coming months.

As for the human allies, they can naturally help, after all, it is against Sauron, who was once a god, and it is impossible to be too cautious - even after mastering the new power, the elves and dwarves are still not very sure of winning the war.

So, under the leadership of Boromir, the eldest son of the regent and the head of the local land, the elven transport convoy did not encounter any harassment and prying eyes, and lived in the inn smoothly.

At dusk, Boromir had already gone to the palace to give his father, the regent of Gondor, Dinethor II, an eye drop, and a thousand instructions on how terrifying Mordor was, and the elves were no longer what they used to be, and a goblin merchant who had traveled across the ocean had given Rivendell the power to change the day.

In short, Gondor must lower his attitude and get more guns and ammunition at tomorrow's meeting......

Not to mention the father and son who were talking eagerly in the palace, Malfurion felt annoyed at the moment.

Like sharks in the depths of the ocean that smell blood, the merchants of the Kingdom of Gondor followed their profit-seeking instinct to the inn that the Lord Regent had divided for the elven convoy.

Malfurion, as the captain of the convoy and the person in charge of the deal with Gondor, thought about it for a moment and pinched his nose to meet these unofficial groups - after all, in this medieval world, the Guild of Merchants was a force that no one could ignore.

Malfurion rubbed the bridge of his nose and said in distress, "I say, if the merchants' union wants goods, it may as well negotiate with the regent's eldest son, Mr. Boromir." He is now in the palace. ”

"Hehe, you're joking, Lord Boromir represents the official power of Gondor, how can we compare with the Merchant Union..."

The representative of the Chamber of Commerce who came to negotiate rubbed his hands and said with a flattering face: "Rivendell is rich in products, and we have admired it for a long time, and we are willing to exchange our savings for some odd and endowed items. ”

"Odds and ends, I think you mean guns and ammunition, right?" Malfurion didn't bother to talk nonsense, and said directly, "I'm sorry, but we gave this thing to the Gondor army to fight against Mordor's assembled army. Not to sell to unofficial forces. ”

The representative of the Chamber of Commerce said with a smile: "The power of Mordor is just like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the nations, and our merchant union wants to purchase weapons in order to arm more innocent people and prepare for the upcoming war." ”

Believe you? Lao Tzu can meow his eyeballs off as urine bubbles.

It is estimated that he plans to buy a batch of weapons again, and when Mordor comes, if the righteous camp has the advantage, then he will take out weapons to show his loyalty, and if Mordor has the advantage, he can also take out guns and ammunition to kneel and lead the way for the evil forces.

Malfurion was convinced that if Sauron's army breached the gates of Minas Tirith, the merchants would do their best to bring out good wine and meat to kneel and lick the orc soldiers.

Tsk, if it weren't for the existence of wizards like Gandalf, who silently watched the changes in the winds of Middle-earth, I'm afraid that these greedy and unbridled merchants would really dare to risk the world's condemnation and sell weapons, armor, and the like to Mordor.

Moreover, the elven convoy was not bringing the sparse swords and spears (Malfurion ignored the fact that he had been a cold-weapon ranger two months earlier), but the more powerful semi-automatic rifles.

Seeing the disdain and disdain on Malfurion's face, the representative of the Merchant Guild smiled without changing his face, and said in a low voice, "My Excellency, I have heard that Rivendell has been lacking some rare and valuable treasures lately, and perhaps we can provide some ...... as well."

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"Lao Tzu is millions per minute, how can I discuss with you the question of whether to add eggs to the pancake fruit?"

This is a sentence that Anduin wants to complain about in this backward and ignorant medieval low-magic and low-martial world.

As a well-known goblin merchant in the multiverse, he used to sell high-end goods such as Star Destroyers, Retraction Cannons, and two-way foil generators, and even rare items such as the Wine of Eternal Life and the Holy Sword of Physics.

And now, in the face of this gang of old hats in Middle-earth, he still has to do some things to buy and sell low-grade arms.

Sitting in the office on the western outskirts of Rivendell, Anduin "Uh" spat out a hookah, and the whole goblin lay down lazily on the hanging chair,

He picked up the golden phone bug he had picked up from the world of One Piece, and said to Malfurion on the other end of the phone: "Don't call me for this kind of thing in the future, okay?

The aromatic tobacco from Shire has a rich aroma and for some reason has a mellow and sweet taste like red wine, which is refreshing to inhale in the lungs.

The goblin addicted to tobacco lazily added, "Business is business, and as a merchant, I don't care if what you bring me is a gold tooth pulled out of the mouth of a dead corpse or a shroud of a large dumpling in the grave, and if Gondor has those valuable goods, I will also exchange them for points at the set price." ”

“..... I understand. Malfurion nodded, hung up the phone, and looked at the representative of the trade union with a business-like smile, "Let's make a deal." ”