"Bump!"

Musa Karim slapped the stone fence hard and said angrily: "These elves are too deceitful. ”

"I gave them all the treasure trove of extraordinary weapons, and they didn't even let go of the wine storehouse."

Moussa Karim's eyes were red with anger, and anger rushed to his mind.

Extraordinary minerals can be abandoned, extraordinary arsenals can also be abandoned, and even those golden gold coins can be endured and parted with pain, but they must not be without wine.

That's his life.

"Come with me, the wine in the cellar must not be dragged away by them."

Moussa Karim flew down from the top of the castle and sped towards the cellar.

The twelve dwarven nobles also hurried to follow one by one.

The southern area of the Dwarven Castle.

The legendary Sage Delia rarely showed a happy smile, smiling at the barrels of various wine barrels that exuded a rich aroma of wine pulled out of the wine cellar.

Countless dwarves gathered, glaring into the eyes of the boss and looking angrily at the group of elves who had taken away the treasures that his dwarves needed most.

"Elves, don't go too far."

Dwarven legend Moussa Kalim fell from the sky with twelve dwarven nobles, and said with anger in his tone.

As a dwarf who is an alcoholic, taking his wine is actually equivalent to taking half his life.

The 100,000 dwarves of the mountain dwarf tribe consume a lot of alcohol every day, and if there is no alcohol, those people will go crazy, and they will not be able to work hard, and the weapons they cast are all defective.

Therefore, he must not allow these elves to move their wine away.

"Moussa Karim, it is the order of His Majesty the Dragon to bring all the useful supplies back to the nut tree plantation for storage."

"I'm just carrying out orders!"

Delia said with a hint of happiness in her businesslike tone.

Just as the dwarves were given the right to assign the elves to work, they would send the elves to the dirtiest areas to disgust the elves.

The elves will also make the dwarves uncomfortable, pulling all their wine away, causing their addiction to explode and they will not be able to drink anything.

Hearing the word dragon, Moussa Karim's originally angry head instantly sobered up.

He didn't care much about this elf, but he couldn't ignore the more than seventy legendary dragons in his hands.

After all, the other party can wipe him and his tribe at will, and he can't care if he doesn't want to.

Moussa Karim's tone softened rarely: "You also know the situation of our dwarves, there is no wine, and the weapons forged are all defective products, and the quality has greatly declined. ”

"I don't think His Majesty the Dragon Gate will allow such a thing to happen."

"Don't forget that our weapons can be sold for money."

Moussa Karim gets the point.

Now that their mountain dwarf tribe has taken refuge in the dragons, based on past experience, they will definitely be assigned to forging weapons.

This will not only provide a large number of weapons for the warriors under the dragon, but also increase the opponent's combat effectiveness.

And the weapons can still be sold, a set of iron armor can be sold for dozens of gold coins casually.

Mastering them is a cornucopia entirely.

Without wine, their forging efficiency would be greatly reduced, which would cause the dragon to invisibly lose a lot of ÷ Treasure Pavilion's property.

He believed that the dragon would never allow such a thing to happen.

Delia said indifferently: "You can rest assured, in my hands, you will definitely create more benefits for His Majesty the Dragon." ”

What happens to dwarves without wine, of course she knows as a legendary sage.

But this kind of thing is a small thing for her.

During the months he had spent in the Dragon Alliance, he had discovered that the pandaren system was particularly suitable for this group of dwarves.

You will be given as much food as you work, and if you don't work, you will have no food, except for sickness, of course.

She can use this system completely, and she will give as much wine as the dwarf knocks out as many weapons, and I believe that under this system, the production efficiency of the other party will be greatly improved.

"How do I have a bad premonition!"

Looking at the smiling Elven Legendary Sage, Musa Karim said uneasily in his heart.

A few days later, the surging furnace was lit again, and countless strong dwarves entered their blacksmith shop.

In a blacksmith shop to the south, a bearded dwarf with his son and wife lit a fire.

Looking at the red charcoal fire that exuded a thick heat, the bearded dwarf was a little weak.

Pick up the tongs, pick up a piece of iron that is still full of impurities, and throw it into the charcoal fire.

The family got to work.

The bellows are pulled, the bells are hammered, and the sound of bells and bells is endless.

Half a day later, the weak dwarf family took three times longer than usual to strike a long knife of even worse quality than before.

"Child, you look at the stove, I'll go and hand over the knife."

With a word, the bearded dwarf took the knife and walked towards the warehouse.

Crossing several streets made of stone slabs, and looking at the elves sitting on stools at the door of the warehouse in the distance, the bearded dwarf walked over without hesitation.

"Bang dang!"

The iron knife fell.

"An iron knife."

The bearded dwarf's tone was a little unpleasant, his nostrils turned to the sky, and he didn't want to say a word to the elf at all.

The three elves, who were in charge of collecting the dwarves' weapons, didn't care about the attitude of the bearded dwarves.

He picked up the iron knife and examined it, all of them nodded at the same time.

"A fine iron knife!"

"You can exchange it for ten catties of food and a small pot of wine!"

The bearded dwarf was stunned, what did he just hear?

Ten pounds of food and a small pot of wine.

A few minutes later, the bearded dwarf walked away with ten catties of grain on his back and a small bottle of wine.

He couldn't figure out what these elves were doing.

Obviously, he dragged away all the wine of their mountain dwarf tribe, why did he hand over an iron knife that could barely be seen, and gave him ten catties of grain and a small bottle of wine.

Is the treatment so good?

Shrewd, he calculated himself, with the speed at which he and his five dwarves could build weapons, they could make four iron knives in a day, a relatively sophisticated set of iron armor in a week, and if it was an ordinary iron armor, they could hit two sets.

According to the information obtained by impressing the elves just now, a set of ordinary fine iron armor can be exchanged for a hundred catties of grain and a large barrel of oak wine.

There was enough food to eat, but a large vat of oak wine was hundreds of times more than the small bottle in his hand.

He found that in a month, as long as the family had built four sets of relatively fine iron armor, they would not have to worry about food and clothing, and they would have four barrels of oak wine to drink.

The days are much better than before.