"Arcane crystals, enchanted thorium, mythril, rubies, emeralds... ”

Scott mentally counted the various materials needed to establish a passage to the Mithril Fortress and the fortress on the inner side of the plane, and thought about how to obtain them.

Once in the Roland Continent, these materials were only a small part of his forging treasure trove, but now, it will take a lot of effort and time for him to gather these materials.

After all, he didn't have any roots in Azeroth, and he had only been there once as if he had been on a tour.

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Day and night turned, and when Scott came out of the room where he was resting, and returned to the upper part of the dwarven hut, which resembled a living room, he saw Modimus sitting by the fireplace, his eyes red.

Apparently, he didn't sleep all night.

"Master Swift, I have discussed it with the old men and warriors of the village. ”

"We can't afford to be so passive anymore. ”

"If it doesn't change, then the next Frostmane Troll attack will be the day the village will perish. ”

"We will send warriors to ask for assistance from our compatriots in Karanos through the Coldridge Trail, and at the same time, we will make a confirmation of the location of the troll tribe in the Coldridge Valley, in the fir forest, which requires your help. ”

Modimus looked at Scott with anticipation in his eyes, much to Scott's embarrassment. For him, it was imperative to gather enough materials to establish a communication channel with Mithril Fortress, report his mistakes to his division commander, and ask about the plan for the next mission.

After all, Ragnaros could appear somewhere in the long river of time and space at any time, causing a huge catastrophe that would destabilize and even destroy the entire crystal wall system, and compared to such a catastrophe, the safety and survival of a small dwarven village was almost a speck of dust.

So, with some unbearable side heads, Scott didn't look directly into Moimus's eyes, and said softly.

"Modimus, I would love to help you too, but I have something more important ... ”

"As a thank you, you can choose from the minerals and gems in the village warehouse!"

Without waiting for Scott to finish, Modimus had already interrupted Scott and said his terms.

Discussions with the village elders and others made Modimus more convinced of the importance of a strong man like Scott to his village, even if he couldn't get Scott to volunteer to help, he should exchange the village's resources for it.

And yesterday, Scott saw the hardened adamantite ore and the forged hardened adamantite warhammer, that is, the Hammer of Anvimar in Modimus's hand at this moment, and his look made him think that he had a bargaining chip in his hand that could help Scott.

After all, there is no better miner on Azeroth than the Dwarves!

Hearing Modimus's words, Scott was silent for a moment, and then opened his mouth to spit out a word, since the dwarves will have such a superb and rare ore as hardened pure gold in their hands, will there be the materials that Scott needs to establish a communication channel in the entire village? This needs to be selected by Scott.

"Good!"

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"Is this the tribe of the Frostmane Trolls?"

Looking at the shacks in front of him, made of fir foliage and heavy fur, Modimus felt a biting chill even though he was wearing a heavy fur coat that was strong enough to keep out the cold.

The previous days of troll invasion were already a huge war compared to the previous ones, but at this moment, compared to the number of frostmane trolls sitting around the campfire, it was a drop in the bucket.

"It's strong, much stronger than your village!"

Scott crouched beside Moimus, draped in white fur, which helped them hide themselves in the snow.

In the village deposit of Modimus, Scotter found several pieces of Mithril ore, although the content is not high, but it is already in the category of refinement, which is why Scott is here at this moment.

Compared to Modimus's village, this group of frostmane trolls is not only several times more numerous, but also has no inferior weapons. They even built a fortress in the middle of the fir, hundreds of fir trees were cut off the top half to form the foundation of the fortress, and the cut fir trees were simply processed and tied to these stakes to build several huge interconnected shacks. From time to time, frostmane trolls can be seen patrolling and guarding the top of these shacks with spears in hand.

However, after a closer look, Scott noticed a strange phenomenon, from time to time some frostmane trolls rose from the campfire, walked under one of the firs, and dug out a small basket from the snowdrift, and in this basket was some small glowing grass.

The trolls would return to the campfire with their baskets, and every then all the Frostmane Trolls around the campfire would let out a cheer, apparently a very popular item.

Pushing Modimus slightly, Scott's body quietly got up from the snow and moved under a certain fir, and when he returned to Modimus, there was already a small basket in his hand.

"Modemous, what is this?"

Opening the basket, Modimus held the broad-leaved grass in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, then threw it into his mouth and chewed it slightly, only then did he confirm it.

"It's Shimmer Grass!"

"An herb that shimmers faintly on cold, snowy nights, and we dwarves often add it to wine and drink it. ”

"Shimmer grass?"

Scott rubbed his fingers against his chin and looked at the campfire in the Frostmane Troll tribe.

Perhaps, for Modimus, this is just an herb to drink with wine, but from the frostmane trolls around the campfire, Scott feels that it is not so simple.

He saw the frostmane trolls put the shimmer grass under their noses, showing an intoxicated expression, while the trolls who ate the shimmer grass appeared as if they were drunk, and even some trolls fell to the snow after eating the shimmer grass and fell asleep.

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After scouting around the entire troll village, both Mordimus and Scott's hearts became heavy, Modimus was uneasy to see the number and equipment of the frostmane trolls, and Scott sensed the aura of the strong from the frostmane troll tribe.

Although he did not advance to the extreme heart like the strong Azeroth who fought side by side with Scott, it is certain that above the legendary level, there is more than one such aura, and although Scott is in good health at the moment, most of the runes and Mithril tentacles in his body have broken and failed, so his combat power is only at the legendary level. (To be continued.) )