Just as humans are familiar with and in control of their territory, orcs know their territory well. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It didn't take for the caravan to go to the door of the tribe and knock on the door, it had already been detected by the tribe's tribesmen who were out hunting, so when Ronald was blasted out of the tribe gate by the Minotaur of the Iron Horn tribe, the caravan was still far from here.

While the Minotaur was busy moving out the hides, bones, and other strange things stored in the warehouse, Ronald could only stand outside and watch.

The goods brought out by the minotaur were not small, at least they could fit two large carts, some strange rhizomes and flowers did not take up space, and most of them were all kinds of peeled off intact animal skins.

Wolf skins, bear skins, and deer skins are the most, and some other animal skins are unrecognizable. There was enough to hold a cart and a half of hides, and the pile there looked like a small mountain.

About two hours later, a caravan finally emerged from the end of the horizon.

A caravan of a dozen cars is not a large caravan strictly speaking, but for the orcs on the Northern Wilderness Plain, every human caravan means that it can bring them a lot of necessities of life.

Those luxury orcs don't need it, and even clothing decoration is meaningless, but some weapons, some armor, some fine salt spices and other things are very precious in the orc territory.

Salt is also available in the Northern Wilderness Plain, and it is even very simple to take, but it is all coarse salt, yellowish in color, and the taste is very unpleasant. In the past, orcs could survive even if they ate that coarse salt, but one day a human caravan arrived on the plains with refined fine salt, and quickly set off a new trend among the orc tribes.

Orcs are honest, orcs are honest, but orcs also have pursuits.

As the convoy got closer, the Iron Horn tribe sent more than a hundred minotaurs to surround the goods, waiting for the human caravan to come.

Ronald stood far away, watching the caravan slowly approach, fourteen two-horse carts, horses were just pack horses for ordinary cargo transportation, not fast, but with strong loads and endurance, suitable for long-distance transportation.

Fourteen wagons, laden with goods, sat a coachman in front of them, flanked by nearly a hundred guards in leather armor, armed with spears, and swords at their waists. Although these guards looked tired, they still looked cautious and vigilant, and looked at the minotaur in front of the tribe without the slightest intention of relaxing and resting, but as if they were facing a great enemy.

The same is true for the Minotaur side, more than a hundred Minotaurs surrounded the goods piled up in front of the tribe, each holding weapons, although most of the weapons are relatively inferior goods, but they rely on their innate physique to crush humans, and they also look amazing.

In particular, there are many minotaurs in the tribe gathered together, as if they are watching the excitement, but their eyes are not good, and they seem to rush out to kill if they don't agree with each other.

However, Ronald saw that the soldiers guarding the caravan were not simple, at least some of them were carrying crossbows on their backs, these crossbows were military supplies, and they could be half a body length on their backs, although they could only fire one crossbow arrow at a time, and the winding speed was not fast, but the victory was strong, as long as they hit the opponent, even ordinary crossbow arrows could penetrate ordinary armor.

The convoy stopped, and a middle-aged fat man dressed in a businessman's costume got off the convoy and ran over with his fat belly and buttocks, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he ran, looking out of breath.

The minotaur also sent a man out, this minotaur was burly, standing with the fat man, and it was estimated that the fat man's head could only reach the waist of the minotaur.

Ronald watched this scene with interest, the private transaction between the human caravan and the orcs?

Although Ronald is not yet fully aware of the situation in this world, it is still clear that orcs are the common enemies of mankind, and this has nothing to do with the country, because it is an old enemy formed by thousands of years of fighting.

It is said that when the orcs attacked the human territory most violently and madly, dozens of countries of the entire human race even united to form a coalition army, and even invited the dwarves and elves to join together, and the army was like a bamboo, not only defeating and scattering the army attacked by the orcs, but even counterattacking more than a thousand miles of the Northern Wilderness Plain.

But after the war, the number of dead soldiers in the human coalition army reached more than two million, and seven or eight principalities were destroyed!

Since that war, there has been an unwritten rule in various human countries, that is, the orcs are tightly sealed, and no weapon, any grain, or any cloth is allowed to spread into the Northern Wilderness Plain, and once caught, the death penalty will be carried out on the spot.

Obviously, this caravan belongs to the smuggling team!

And not mercenary mercenaries, but smuggling squads guarded by the army!

Ronald took a look and saw that the fat man who had come out of the team of the minotaur and the merchant seemed to be arguing fiercely, but the minotaur seemed to be very anxious and dissatisfied, and the fat merchant was always smiling and at ease.

Ronald smiled slightly, plucked a grass root in his mouth, and walked towards them.

Whether it was the caravan or the minotaurs, they all stood far away according to some tacit understanding, and Ronald's walk directly attracted the attention of both sides.

Both the Minotaur and the merchant stopped arguing and looked at it.

The fat man was stunned for a moment when he saw that it was a human, and then his expression returned to calm.

"Dear team leader, my name is Ronald, I am a mercenary who accidentally got lost here, I wonder if you can let me leave with the convoy?" Ronald walked up to the fat man, bowed slightly, and said with a smile.

"Mercenary?" the fat man looked at Ronald with scrutinizing eyes.

The minotaur next to him glanced at Ronald and said directly: "This human was picked up by the warriors of our tribe in Stormwind Valley, and he was originally going to be sold as a slave to you in exchange for a few weapons, but he won the battle against the tower, according to our customs, we can't sell a victor as a slave." ”

"Stormwind Valley?" the fat man looked at Ronald with a strange smile on his lips narrowed slightly.

Ronald nodded at him slightly.

"It's a shame that our caravan doesn't have a way to get weapons, so we only sell fine salt and medicine. The fat man turned his head to look at the minotaur, and said with a very regretful expression.

The fat man didn't pay attention to Ronald, but continued to talk about business with the minotaur, and Ronald also stood aside honestly and didn't continue to interject.

"Then change the fine salt ......"

"But I'm free now, you can't trade me!" Ronald interjected at the right time.

The minotaur was stunned for a moment, and after a full two seconds, he said, "Then we will exchange the animal skin and other things for ......."

The fat man shook his head, and squeezed out a look of regret on his face: "Of course you can, but the goods you give are not enough...... If it's a little worse, I could give the Iron Horn Tribe a little bit of a discount, but you're too bad. ”

The fat man said as he nodded slightly at Ronald, and then made a look.

Ronald stood there smiling, not saying a word, he also wanted to see how the human smuggling caravans and the orcs of the Northern Wilderness did business.

"Four hundred and eighty catties of animal skins, can't you even exchange one hundred catties of fine salt and one hundred catties of wound medicine?" the minotaur snorted and gasped, and a pair of bull's eyes had begun to turn red.

Ronald looked slightly surprised, four hundred and eighty pounds of animal skin...... Change 100 catties of fine salt and 100 catties of wound medicine...... In human society, the price of a complete animal skin, after careful tanning, is made into leather armor, leather jackets, or shawls popular among the nobility, many times over.

And how much is a pound of fine salt? Even if it is a hundred catties, how much can it have? As for the wound medicine, the price is also not expensive, and a hundred catties of wound medicine is estimated to be only the money of one or two high-quality skins.

The fat man shook his head, and said with a probing breath: "It's not the first time that our caravan has dealt with the Iron Horn Tribe, and we have always regarded the Iron Horn Tribe as a stable customer, but I didn't expect you to increase the price so much this time......

The fat man put his hands behind his back, raised his head to look at the minotaur, and said, "Fifty catties of fine salt, thirty catties of wound medicine...... I can only give the Iron Horn Tribe such a good price. ”

"Dear warriors of the Iron Horn Tribe, although we have obtained four hundred and eighty catties of animal skins, we still have to go through many processes before we can use them normally after we go back, after all, the weak body of human beings is not comparable to that of the orc race. ”

"And each process will cost us a lot of time and money, think about it, today we took four hundred and eighty catties of animal skins from the Iron Horn Tribe, but can we get the original profit of four hundred and eighty catties of animal skins?"

"No, it's impossible!"

"So...... Fifty catties of fine salt, thirty catties of wound medicine, this is the most sincere and preferential price I can give!"

Ronald stood aside, his mouth tightly strained, and he watched with a forced smile.

Yes, they returned to the human territory with 480 catties of animal skins, and after one process after another, could they get the original profits of 480 catties of animal skins? Of course it is impossible...... Because they can get a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold profit!

"Sure enough, it's not the robbers who are the most able to rob money, it's these merchants! The robbers rob with weapons, but the merchants rob with courage and mouth!" Ronald sighed to himself.

Who are the real robbers?

However, Ronald will not say these words, although he is a time-traveler and has no sense of belonging to the native inhabitants of this world, but after all, they are all humans, and Ronald has no reason to debunk his tricks for the benefit of orcs.

What's more, even if Ronald debunks his tricks, what good will it do for Ronald?

No, so he wouldn't do it.

The minotaur's mouth was open, but he couldn't say a word.

I saw that the minotaur glanced back at the clansmen behind the tribe's fence, took a deep breath, and said in a consultative tone: "Give a little more...... A little bit is fine! We can ask for a little less fine salt, can we have more wound medicine? Next time our warriors of the Iron Horn tribe can prepare more animal skins to sell to you, but those warriors will also be injured when they hunt outside...... They're going to need more medicine!"

When the fat man heard this, he lowered his head and clenched his teeth tightly.

After a few seconds, the fat man sighed helplessly and said, "Well, for the sake of the Iron Horn Tribe as our loyal business partner...... Twenty-five pounds of fine salt, thirty-two pounds of wound medicine, this is the biggest discount I can give!"

"More than ...... is beyond my authority"

"I swear to the God of Light with my soul, I really ......"