The only blacksmith shop in Crow Town, the owner is a middle-aged human cripple with a short temper, and takes a few apprentices to build tools overnight, and scolds from time to time. Everyone knew that his blacksmithing skills were terrible enough, but no one here needed sophisticated weapons, and like all treacherous merchants, the customers were lowly orcs at best. A most ordinary iron pickaxe can be sold for ten times or dozens of times the price elsewhere. What else could he be dissatisfied with? Even if he was scolding his apprentice, the thought of selling so many iron brazing and pickaxes and dozens of times the profit still made him unable to close his mouth.

Bata brought with him the only two hundred copper coins in his clan, and only bought five pickaxes and one iron hammer. You must know that it is the price of hundreds of catties of fire copper ore, and only such a few tools have been changed, seeing that Bata looked like he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, Baur couldn't help but shout: "We orcs know that fire copper is more than ten times more expensive than ordinary iron, and your human hearts are too dark." ”

"Bastard orc cub, what are you talking about?" The lame blacksmith immediately turned his face, completely no longer smiling just now: "You dare to insult humans and seek death, it seems that I want to teach you what respect is!" He picked up a freshly built iron sword and stabbed it at Baur, without any intention of scaring him, he really wanted to kill him.

Baroque pushed away the stunned Baur, and the iron sword stabbed him in the air against his arm, but a cut was made in his arm, and blood gushed out instantly!

"Lord of mankind, my companion is a fool, don't be like him. Your sword is so sharp, look, my arm is bleeding so much with just a slight stroke. I think the deal was completely fair, and you are a human being of integrity. Baroque said respectfully, blocking Baur, who was flushed and didn't know whether to be angry or frightened, "I have a small request, and it is clear that your sword has just been made, and the first time you see blood is still mine, so can you reward him to me?"

Maybe it was Baroque's respectful attitude, or maybe it was the black-hearted transaction just now that made him rare and generous, the lame blacksmith casually threw the long sword to Baroque: "The little cub is not bad, this sword will be given to you, take a good look at your idiot companion, but not so people are as merciful as me." ”

Baroque took the long sword, pulled Baur, thanked the blacksmith repeatedly, and hurriedly walked out of the blacksmith shop with a relieved Bata and the others. As soon as he went out, Bata slapped Baur to the ground and scolded: "That blacksmith is right, you are an idiot, you almost caused us trouble just now." If it weren't for Baroque, you'd be dead now, and no one would be able to save you. ”

"It's because humans are too cruel and black-hearted to blame Baur, and Patriarch Bata shouldn't scold him. Let's get out of here, it's not bad this time, at least there's an extra sword, it's not bad. Baroque resisted Bata's urge to continue beating Baur, his expression was very indifferent, and he casually tore off a piece of animal skin to wrap his arm wound, and said urgingly. He finally saw the human mind, and sure enough, he didn't treat orcs as human at all.

Bata nodded, he didn't want to stay here for a long time, and took them to the ** overnight, Baur was silent a lot, he was really frightened............

The tavern in Crowtown was smoky, and when Misa and his companions entered, a farce was going on. A drunk drunkard is full of **, is hugging**crazy to do that, the people around him are screaming wildly, accompanied by that**contrived**, the air is filled with the smell of wine, stewed meatballs, tobacco, the smell of copulation, disgusting!

As if accustomed to it, Misa cursed, and sat at a wooden table with his companion at a distance, waiting for the farce to end.

Soon, with a roar, the drunkard shuddered and stopped moving.

"Damn one-eyed Kassim, are you still a man? I can't even hold on for half an hour, and I lose money!"

"It's not that Kasim can't do it, it's that our Marty is better, and I praise you, Marty. It's like complimenting your fat ass ......!"

There was a boo around, some people shouted, took out copper coins and threw them on the table. Someone cheered, picked up the copper coins of those people, and stuffed them all under the butt of the ** who was lying on the wine table gasping, or on the huge chest. Marty didn't forget to flatter those people, and she didn't care about her body's exposure. Gather all the copper coins on the table and wrap them in the short, terrible skirt that she picked up from the ground. This kind of show will be staged every once in a while, and this time Marty was lucky that it was her turn, and the money she made today was more than her income in half a year. The eyes of the other ** who were standing aside were all red.

"Alright, the show is over, if Marty still has the strength, give us some ale and food, of course, you have to wash your hands first, I don't want you to touch my food with the hand that grabbed Kassym's dirty thing. Mesa cried out at this time.

Misa is the only vindictive warrior in Crow Town other than Mayor Huda, and his strength is respected by everyone. It's nature to surrender to the strong, not to mention that Martie and Misa also have a leg, and it's a free service that never charges money. With a wink, he took a pile of copper coins to the back room of the tavern, and after a while he changed his clothes and came out, holding two large glasses of ale wine and a pot of stewed meatballs. Reinstate the status of the tavern maid again!

There is no owner in this tavern, because such a lucrative place should naturally belong to Mayor Huda. The drunkards greeted Misa one after another, and the one-eyed Kassim seemed to be a relatively strong adventurer, and knew Misa very well, and he didn't care at all that he was still naked**, walked over and sat down, swallowed the shoddy tobacco, and asked, "Misa, what are you having fun withy?" Damn crow is horribly depressed, you should find something to do, or I'll go crazy." ”

"Kassim, warn you not to fight the idea of the orcs in the wasteland, we in Crow Town still need more than half of our taxes to exchange for fire copper ore. And I have recently heard that they have discovered a vein that has not been mined, and are buying tools to make a fortune! Misa took a sip of the ale wine, cursed, and seemed to dislike the taste of the wine, and said.

"Oh, the orcs you're crushing are in luck. But they certainly wouldn't have thought that the price of Pyroptic Copper Ore had been degraded by you, and if they knew that other places could sell for a hundred times the price of Crowtown, I think they would have thought otherwise. I feel sorry for them, the terrible wasteland is not a good place to live, it is better for me to capture them and sell them, and it is much better to be a slave than to struggle here. What's more, the orcs in the southwest region of the Gravel Wasteland are very famous, and there are many rich ladies who like these beautiful guys with silver-gray beast hair on their bodies, they will treat these orcs well, damn, I'm a little envious!" Qasim said, reaching out directly to take the meatballs from the basin and eat them, causing Misa to frown and look disgusted.

"You can't touch the orc tribe in the wasteland, as for whether you catch a few lone orcs, Lord Huda doesn't care, this is our bottom line. Misa replied, behind Qasim was another mercenary group, although Huda and he were not afraid, but it was better not to provoke it or settle it peacefully, for the sake of a few orcs, it was really not worth it.

"Oh, Misa, I find you so cute today, and I'll tell my boss about your kindness. Please say hello to Captain Huda on my behalf, oh, it should be Mayor Huda. Kasim blinked and smiled happily, "I'll please, hey, dear Marty, bring us a bottle of rum, and Mistress Misa and I should have a little better drink." ”....................................

The orcs in the southwest region of the gravel wasteland have all been mobilized, and almost all the adult orcs have come to the pit area, and the pit where the new vein was found has been cleared, and a vein dozens of meters long, I don't know how deep it is, is exposed, and the dense reddish-brown ore makes people's hearts beat faster.

More than a dozen tribes, male and female, totaling more than 800 adult orcs, were assigned tasks by Norman shamans. The pit had been dug very deep, dozens of meters underground, with a steep slope, so the strongest mined mined below, while the others were responsible for carrying it outward from the bottom of the pit, and then the infirm and orcs were responsible for picking out the pyrocaureous ore from the rubble. Everyone is busy, even the kids.

The orcs are a group of hard-working creatures, and their enthusiasm has greatly accelerated the progress of the work, and there is already a large pile of ore outside. This vein is seriously underestimated, in just a few days, tens of thousands of catties of ore have been mined, and the pit is only three or four meters deep, who knows how deep it is? Perhaps the humans who mined here a long time ago would not have thought that such a large deposit would have been missed. After all, they weren't dwarves, and they didn't have an innate talent for prospecting that was almost rooted in their blood.

These days, Baroque was not idle, but he did not mine, but followed Norman and began to learn the art of shamanism. It's a pity that he doesn't know words, Norman used to stay in human towns when he was young (he used to be a slave, and that sad experience was casually taken, Baroque was very clever not to uncover the scars in Norman's heart), he learned the continental lingua franca, and he had some animal skin scrolls of shamanism written in lingua franca around him, and Baroque could only stare at those words that he didn't understand at all.

Fortunately, it was not too late to learn now, Norman taught him writing first, and by the way, he told Baroque about his barren knowledge of the world. For the first time, the Baroque learned the basic face of the world!