Misrond is a city built by elves, but in reality, when Townsend and the dwarves came to the market of Misrond, all they saw were humans, and there was no trace of elves at all.

This made Tang Sen a little regretful, he was still quite curious about the elves, this race has a unique advantage, not only handsome appearance, but also amazing combat effectiveness, in fact, in Middle-earth, the strength of the elves is not inferior to the dwarves, and it is even more comprehensive in terms of skills.

If you can kidnap a team of elves, it will definitely help you a lot in your plan.

However, the appearance of Townsend and the others in Misrond is actually no less than the appearance of elves to attract attention, not to mention that dwarves rarely swagger on such a large scale, just Tangsen's distinctive face also makes humans look sideways.

Compared to the humans of Middle-earth, Town's facial features were obviously much softer, but the dwarves couldn't see the difference.

"A healthy bantam will cost five ducats, and if we have twenty-four dwarves, we will have one hundred and twenty ducats, and with food and supplies, we will get at least one hundred and fifty ducats."

Shalin was in the same row as Townwend, babbling on his lips: "I think it is completely possible to save this money, the dwarf has enough stamina to walk." ”

"I didn't." Townsend said bluntly: "I've had enough of walking. ”

"Moreover, the problems that can be solved with money are small problems, don't worry, this money is all from me, you just need to take me to the best horse."

"By the way, there's also a clothing store, I need to change my clothes."

It's not that Townsend wants any elaborate and decent clothing, and he will need to travel a long way, and no matter how delicate the clothes are, he will not be able to maintain his dignity for long, but he desperately needs a hooded garment.

You can't expect to go without moonlight every night, and Townsend doesn't plan to reveal his identity as an undead for the time being.

"Of course, it's easy to do things if you have money!" Shalin pointed to a roadside shop: "That shop has an elf sign on the sign, which means that the clothes inside are made by elves, well, those damn elves make clothes with bells and whistles, useless, but very expensive!" ”

She waved her arms, and her tone was full of resentment: "A fine long sword made by a dwarf only sells for a few silver coins, and an elven cloak can be sold for hundreds of silver coins!" What kind of fool would fall for this? ”

Townsend glanced at her, "That's what I'm going to buy." ”

In fact, the Elven Cloak is indeed worth the price, and the highest-grade Elven Cloak has various properties, including being warm in winter and cool in summer, never getting wet, and reducing the sense of presence, and at critical times, wearing the Elven Cloak may be able to hide from the evil sight of the Orcs.

As he walked into the shop, the dwarves poured in, filling the shop.

"Get the best stuff here!"

Shalin slapped the counter and yelled.

The shopkeeper was shocked, thinking that these dwarves were crazy and were going to do something for nothing.

"A cloak with a hood, rest assured, the price is not a problem." Townwend's words succeeded in calming the shopkeeper's panic, and he quickly found a dark green elven cloak.

"Good goods just bought from the elves, one hundred and fifty silver coins."

Townsend reached out and took it, the feeling of the cloak was extremely soft in his hand, and he knew that it would be close and comfortable without putting it on.

He pulled out a Mithril coin and said, "I don't have any silver coins, but I think it's enough to pay the price of a cloak." ”

"Wait!" The dwarves suddenly roared, "You're going to buy a fancy elven cloak with Mithril?" ”

"I don't have to use Mithril, but apparently I'm so poor that all I have left is Mithril." Tang Sen spread his hands: "If you can get one hundred and fifty silver coins, I don't mind exchanging Mithril coins with you." ”

"I've got two silver coins on me! What about you! Shalin was the first to raise his hand and shouted, "Quick, let's get together!" ”

"I've got three!"

"Five!"

“...... I don't have any on me, but my hammer is worth at least ten! ”

The scene was chaotic, and Tang Sen slapped his forehead, a little helpless.

Obviously, the twenty-four dwarves couldn't even make up a hundred and fifty silver coins combined, and he didn't want to see the dwarves sell their equipment for such a trivial matter, so he directly stuffed the Mithril coin into the shopkeeper's hand, picked up the elven cloak and left.

"No need to look for it."

The owner was a little confused: "The guests... I don't have a precedent for paying with Mithril here, and besides, is this really Mithril? ”

"Huh?" Twenty-four pairs of eyes red with anger stared at him.

"......" The shopkeeper closed his mouth decisively: "Welcome to the next visit!" ”

Until Townsend exchanged Mithril coins for horses and supplies, the dwarves still did not stop condemning Townsen's wasteful behavior.

These dwarves are not polite, they do treat Townsend as an employer, and they can die to protect Townsend in order to fulfill their duties, but that does not mean that they will be as polite to Townsend as they are to a king.

In fact, dwarves do not have the character of politeness.

Townsend will not try to get the dwarves to change this, the methods used to deal with pirates in the previous world have no effect on the dwarves, and it is impossible to gain the respect of the dwarves through inducement or fear.

In the midst of all this noise, the group finally left Misrond and officially embarked on the journey.

At this time, Townsend had already put on a dark green elf cloak, the hood kept his whole face in shadow, and the tall black horse under his crotch stood out in front of the dwarves' bantam horses, the whole person looked tall and mysterious, more like a wizard than a wizard.

It's just that this profound atmosphere was quickly destroyed because Tang Sen couldn't ride a horse, and the whole person staggered and almost fell down.

"You tell me, what else will you do besides being rich?!" While riding a bantam horse alongside Townesend, Sarin was ready to prevent Townsend from falling from his horse and being injured, and complained loudly: "You are the weakest human I have ever seen!" That's right, this isn't the first time I've said that! ”

"Isn't it enough to be rich?" Townsend struggled to get used to the bumps on horseback.

"......" Shalin was speechless for a moment.

With the horses, the speed of the group was much faster, and when the sun was setting, the jungle of Taqiu was already close in front of them.

"Stop!" Shalin's expression suddenly became serious, staring at the jungle.

"Something is wrong!"

Townsend almost fell over because of the sudden reining of the horse, and finally managed to stabilize himself, he looked towards the jungle, only to see that in the twilight, the shadows of the trees were shrouded in darkness, and there was silence.

"I feel the scent of Oak." Shalin said in a deep voice.

"So what are you waiting for?" Shalda lifted the hammer from the horse's belly and shouted, "Rush in! Smash all the Orcs to the ground! ”

“waaagh！”

The other dwarves raised their weapons excitedly.

"What are you thinking! Fighting the Orcs in the jungle? Shalin scolded: "Those wolves can bite off the neck of a pony with one bite!" ”

"It's Mithril who bought these horse flowers!"