Becoming A God Starts From Farming

Odin slightly smiled and didn't speak.

each minding their own business came to the row of shields by the wall, and picked one side and held it in hand.

"Sanshan Shield, a heavy shield of the central royal court system. It is named after the three rows of protruding rivet bars on the shield surface. It has a visual impact.

Imitation is understandable, but since it is imitation , Please imitate it thoroughly, otherwise, I don’t believe that the dwarf craftsman will make a hollow shield."

"Don’t talk nonsense! It is a felony to do this kind of thing on the Barbarian Race site. The shield is worth two thousand gold, put it down quickly, you can't afford it if it breaks!"

The rich businessman's breathing was stagnant, and he hurriedly denied.

"Of course, maybe I was wrong, but you have to help me introduce the local Thai people. It's best to have a certain status, otherwise it's really hard to say."

When he first entered the shop, he secretly drove the spirit strength tentacles to scan the weapon products here.

It was found that most of them have traces of sloppy-work, especially this shield.

So now he just put it down and gave it to the wealthy businessmen to step down, and achieve the purpose of referral, which counts as a transaction.

The wealthy businessman of wily old fox knew it well and wiped off the sweat from his forehead. Just as he was about to accept it, another guest suddenly walked into the door.

Boom...

Boom...

Heavy steps stomped on the ground and his weight was amazing.

The height of two meters and five is close to the roof, and the nails are layered like a dense thorn bush, extending from the head all the way to the tail section, and the tip of the tail is swept inadvertently and wiped out on the ground. Click fire star.

The skin is dark brown, and the outer arms and thighs are also covered by scaly armor. The muscles of the body are swollen to the extreme, and every action is full of tyrannical oppressive atmosphere.

If it weren't for a naked crocodile with his head on his shoulders, he would even think that the one who walked in was an adult dragon.

Seeing this visitor, the wealthy businessman ignored Odin and the other two, and hurriedly walked out of the counter and greeted them respectfully.

"Dear Ironclad King! How come you have time to come today..."

"Kusa..."

The dull and heavy voice sounded, narrow and long Fangs were exposed at the corners of his mouth.

"I just heard someone say that the shields sold in your shop are hollow? Could it be that my iron crocodile warriors are holding hollow shields to guard the town?"

Indifferent Looking down, it is full of scrutiny.

"Big...sir...Don't listen to other people's nonsense! There is no such thing! There is no such thing!"

The hideous crocodile head turned sideways, looking towards Odin here.

"There is no one else here, you should be the one who just said this, besides...the statusable Tyre you are looking for will stand in front of you. If you can explain the shield problem perfectly, I You can consider listening to what you want to say."

"Uh..."

Odin touched his nose awkwardly. The accident happened so suddenly that things got a lot louder inadvertently, but The goal of his trip is right in front of him, and he needs to consider it carefully.

"This shield is indeed hollow. You can see if you don’t believe me."

Under everyone’s gaze, Odin’s fingertips condensed into cone-shaped ice thorns, aiming at the front of the shield. Fiercely pierced and penetrated back and forth.

When the fingers were pulled away, an obvious hollow sandwich was exposed, and the two legs of the wealthy businessman instantly softened to the ground, and weeping bitter tears began.

"This...this is impossible, Lord Ironclad King! I really bought the goods in the hands of the dwarves! I have a contract! I am also a victim!"

Although the Barbarian Race tribe relies on purchasing weapons from Human Race merchants, this does not mean that they can tolerate deception.

"Be detained! The shop is confiscated! Let me check all the weapons one by one!"

"Yes!"

The King of Iron Armor gave an order and rushed back Entering the battallion dog-headed soldier, the iron chain in his hand clinked, and soon the rich merchant was tortured away. The two bunny maids were spared and did not sit together.

"You are very strong."

The King of Iron Armor turned around, took the punctured shield, stretched out his fingers and tried the same, obviously no performance As easy as Odin.

"What will you do with him?"

"It won't kill him, but at least he has to spit out the Gold Coin he earned in the past few years to let him go. Do you want to protect him?"

"No, it's just curiosity."

After all, this happened because of him. Since he won't die, it doesn't matter.

"Introduce myself, I am the Earl of Boulder from Danube duchy. This time I came to the Tyre site hoping to buy a batch of pigs and beasts.

You can take this behavior Think of it as an ordinary transaction, but I prefer to call it the beginning of a cooperative and friendly bilateral relationship.

Because I found that there are too many resources I need, and I have money. "

Looking at the human aristocrat who talked in front of him, the Ironclad King couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

He is very clear about the status of the human aristocracy, and the weight of the earl is not unimportant, especially the strength displayed, even above him.

There is also a person dressed up as a magician around him, and the magic waves radiating from him are deep and unmeasurable.

Pigs and beasts?

This thing can make two powerhouses come here a thousand miles away?

It's really a bad excuse.

Bilateral relations?

Friendly cooperation?

Isn’t Saintess Mountain not there?

After thinking about it for a while, the Ironclad King spoke up.

"I am the Ironclad King, one of the three crocodile kings of the Tyre tribe. You can directly call me the Ironclad King or Renekton.

You help me get rid of one The big profiteer lurking in the city of rabbit ears, so if you have some discussions about the pigs and beasts, please come with me."

The King of Iron Armor takes the lead, Odin and Freya follow closely behind, and pass by the pedestrians all the way. The sound stopped, quite the style of a noble lord to patrol the territory.

After leaving the city, I went straight to a stone building that was half a lake and half a normal castle. Unsurprisingly, it should be the residence of the Ironclad King.

The building has typical Human Race architectural style details, which shows that clansman has absorbed a lot of the good things of Human Race in modern times.

There are servants of the Doug kobolds and Nobert rabbits in the castle. After a lot of work, they urgently sorted out a clean meeting place.

Odin saw a lot of bones being collected and thrown into the lake, causing a lot of crocodiles to fight for it.

After sitting down by the lake, the iron armor king's expression relaxed a little, and he no longer had a rigid face, stretched out his hand to take out a bloody thigh from the basin he brought up, bit it, and said:

"There are some pigs, not many, and they look like hundreds of people. If it is not required by the annual large-scale sacrificial activities of the tribe, they will not raise this thing at all.

Aside from these, the pigs are actually ordinary. The meat is not worth any money. If you want it, I can give you fifty."

The Iron Armored King calmly stretched out his five fingers and shook them in front of Odin.

"Then very good, your friend, Odin, I have settled it!"

peng peng peng!

Odin waved out three large barrels of beer and set it aside in the iron armor In front of the king.

The carnivorous Barbarian Race, there is no bad wine. These three barrels of beer are in the arms of Lekton.

"haha!"

The iron armor king sharp claw swept across, smashed the lid of the barrel, and started to pour it out.

"It's really fun! Here are another twenty barrels, I will give you all the pigs and beasts!"