When ten bags of rye were placed in front of Frasa, she, like the other nine golden retrievers, wagged her tail quickly. Uliyan pointed to a pile of grain and then to a pile of sponge iron next to it and said, "These ten bags of grain will be exchanged for your twenty baskets of iron ingots and iron ore. The extra will be regarded as our gift of apology for the previous conflict." "From now on, we don't need iron ingots. We only need iron ore. Five bags of iron ore for one bag of grain, um... including the bag." The golden retrievers' tails were wagging so fast. Humans are so generous! For the kobolds, the valley has all kinds of iron ore, and mining is a form of entertainment and exercise that is embedded in their genes. The kobolds mine only to find their beloved shiny crystals, and iron ore is dispensable. The valley is full of scrap iron ore that was dug out as garbage or obstacles, and only the highest purity iron ore is processed by blacksmiths. In the eyes of a kobold, five bags of iron ore are not much different from five bags of stone. On the contrary, the processed sponge iron requires a lot of manpower, time and wood of the ogres. This is the crystallization of the labor of the entire tribe, and it would be a pity to sell it. Food is undoubtedly the first priority for survival of any ethnic group.
Not to mention the accompanying linen bags. For a group that does not know how to grow and weave flax, the exquisite linen bags are not only used to hold things, but can also be cut into pieces and used as clothes, quilts, curtains, and various courtship decorations after being torn. Linen bags, luxury goods! Louis Vuitton for Kobolds! Transactions in the wilderness certainly cannot be measured by human market prices; the value of the goods depends entirely on how precious they are. In the eyes of the kobolds, a linen bag is worth far more than a bag of iron ore. As for Uliyan, he could see at a glance that these rusty sponge irons were no more valuable than high-quality iron ore. No blacksmith in any human town liked this kind of scrap iron that needed to be reprocessed. On the contrary, the hematite ore dug out by the gnolls is of good quality, has a stable source, is in larger quantity, and is easier to sell. A flax sack of rye weighs less than fifty pounds, but a bag of iron ore of the same size weighs two hundred pounds! A rough calculation shows that one bag of rye can be exchanged for one thousand pounds of iron ore. Fraser also immediately stated that the kobolds could be responsible for transportation and send the iron ore to the River Bay Camp for trading. This is simply pie in the sky, how can I seek justice? Several leaders who knew the truth looked at the happy dog-headed man with a bit of pity in their eyes and filled with guilt in their hearts. Carrying ten bags of rye, Fesha and the golden retrievers happily returned to the tribe to report the good news, leaving only twenty ogre cubs staring stupidly at their elders' backs. They were forgotten. "We don't have much food left, right? Is it appropriate to do this?" Leo watched the ogre disappear into the dense forest before turning back to ask Uriyan. Originally they only had two carts of grain left, and after moving out these ten bags of rye, they had nearly half a cart less. "It's okay. I'll leave tomorrow and go to the city to find some old friends to sell these iron mines." Wu Liyang was delighted and waved his hand. "I'm a local tyrant. Do you understand?" Leo was helpless, his eyes involuntarily looking towards the huge waterfall hanging in the sky in the distance. The wild people, a peaceful race... Soon, whistles were heard again in the dense forests in the west, and a group of kobolds came out of the forest in a line, carrying wicker baskets full of iron ore.
About twenty kobolds were carrying baskets, and the remaining kobolds were each carrying a piece of iron ore as big as their heads. These short and stocky golden-haired men did not enter the camp, but stopped at the edge of the woods. As humans approached, they couldn't help but bared their fangs and growled from their throats. It is impossible to have no hostility. After all, the warriors and leaders of the Gnoll Tribe had just died at the hands of the other side not long ago, and they were still enemies an hour ago. Led by the Husky Fisa, they put down the iron ore, then unfolded five sacks and carefully filled them with iron ore. The kobolds were not big in stature, and their baskets were also small. A basket of iron ore weighed less than thirty pounds, and all the ore carried by the kobolds combined weighed only a little over a thousand pounds. After filling up five sacks, the golden retriever finally stopped and stared at Leo with hope in his watery, sparkling eyes. Leo walked over with a bag of rye and threw it at Fraser's feet. The two kobolds grabbed the bag and sniffed and looked at it, then made a series of guttural grunts at their companions. There was a sudden whimpering and barking in the group of kobolds, as if they had won a victory. cereals! Gnolls, like humans, are omnivorous animals, but this tribe of gnolls has apparently lost the art of farming. In addition to collecting acorns and pine nuts, you can occasionally harvest some edible grass seeds and wild beans, but the taste is definitely worse than artificially grown rye. Although rye can be considered the worst tasting grain among all cereals, the kobolds don't understand it at all and are not picky at all. Pour a large bag of rye into a big pot, add some bark, acorns, pine cones and rat meat, and boil it for half a day. It is enough for the whole tribe to have a good meal. What? Rye has to be hulled? The kobold said it was a waste to hull the rye, and it seemed delicious even without the hull. We, the ogres, can also eat commercial grain! Seeing the ogres surrounding Fesa, who was carrying a bag of grain, and walking back happily, and before leaving, she did not forget to take away her five bags of ore, Leo breathed a sigh of relief. The threat from the gnolls has been temporarily lifted, but that doesn't mean they will stay quiet. Leo couldn't guarantee that with just twenty cubs as hostages and a simple transaction, the peace between the two small tribes could be completely stabilized. In just this short moment, Leo realized that, except for a few female ogres like Fesa, most of the ogres didn't care about their cubs at all! They can't even tell which cub is their son! After all, the only thing that can ensure peace is one's own strength. Back at the camp, the militiaman in charge of the Kobold pups came up and said worriedly, "What should we do with these puppies? They have already bitten through the pigpen." After the kobolds left, there was no one to take care of the twenty kobold cubs, so the militia had to throw them into the newly-penned pigsty. In just a short while, a hole was bitten in the pigsty, and the kobold cubs ran around the camp in panic, with the militia chasing after them. Don’t be fooled by the cute appearance of these furry little puppies, who roll on the ground every few steps when they walk. After being weaned, the kobold pups have grown teeth, and the militiamen dare not let the children in the camp come into contact with them. There were no pigs in the pigsty. A young villager had penned them out overnight in order to please the young widow Agata.
The young widow Agata's husband and mother-in-law were killed during the orc invasion, leaving her alone with two newborn piglets. Agata raised the two piglets as her sons and tucked them into her bed even when she slept. The original owner, Leo, tried to steal them several times but failed. She took the two little piglets thousands of miles south and brought them all the way to the River Bend Camp. Now the two half-grown black pigs are still living in Agata's tent, making it difficult for many young men with good ideas to take action. Leo went to the pigsty and saw a group of puppies staring at the human children who were watching them through the fence. Leo opened the gate and walked in. He dropped a few pieces of firewood he picked up, pointed at the firewood, bared his teeth, pointed at his teeth, pointed at the fence again, made a throat-cutting gesture, and said coldly, "Understand?" A bunch of kobold cubs were so scared that they huddled together and nodded one after another. They were so smart.
