Ride and Cut

　　 Nehru thinks life is really amazing.

　　 He was a complete opportunist. After the defeat, he was very eager to be favored by Alpine Fort and improve his situation.

　　 At first, he was very confident and positioned himself as the chief mage and consultant, so he tried to show his accomplishments in spells, wisdom, and knowledge. But no one cares at all when the blind eyes are cast to the blind, and the only result is a few more kicks in the end.

　　 Maybe fate is really a circle, going around but inadvertently find that it is back to the original point.

　　 When he was already feeling desperate and ready to give up, a urn of wine that failed to brew brought what he wanted.

　　 I don’t know why, but the lord of Gaoshan Fort apparently valued this thing very much, and he gave it a weird name called "Soy Sauce".

　　 Nehru was immediately released, and was appointed as the slave leader of the Alpine Fort on the spot. The only requirement was to continue brewing soy sauce.

　　 Like other element users, most shamans don’t drink alcohol, so the old kobold didn’t take much care when brewing.

　　 Now he regrets that his intestines are all green, and he can't remember many details, he just remembers that the main ingredient used is a kind of yellow wild beans.

　　 Richard had seen the sample handed in by Nehru. It looked very similar to the soybean he was familiar with, except that it tasted slightly salty.

　　 The people of the entire Gaoshan Fort were mobilized, looking for beans all over the mountains, but there was not much gain yet.

　　The enthusiasm of these werewolf people was very high. They were already ready to become slaves or even cattle, but they did not expect to find a suzerain they could rely on, and even retain their freedom and property.

　　 For a tribe that has lost most of its warriors and is eager to seek protection, it is nothing more than a pie on the head. Nothing is more fortunate, so Richard is very enthusiastic no matter what he tells.

　　 "Boss, why are you making this?" Gunther held a crystal bottle in his hand and sniffed lightly, frowning, he didn't like the taste.

　　 That was the container used to take the holy water. After washing it, Richard filled half a bottle of soy sauce.

　　 "Gunther, you know, we are going to be rich soon." Richard smiled reservedly, but unfortunately he couldn't hold it back, and soon developed into a wild laugh.

　　 Anyone familiar with him can see something in his eyes. The left side is money, and the right side is money.

　　 Gunther rolled his eyes concealedly.

　　 "My lord, the other members of our tribe are here." Hutt took turns stepping on the ground with four hooves, rushing over like a whirlwind, and stopped suddenly four or five steps away, and his two front hooves were raised high.

Following the direction of his arm, Richard saw that sixty or seventy centaur men, women, and children were driving a herd of blue-horned oxen slowly approaching. The oxen’s backs were all **** with a mountain-like suitcase, all relocated. appearance.

　　 Faced with an unfamiliar environment, the children hide in the arms of their mothers nervously, without knowing that their mothers are also at a loss.

　　 Although they knew that there would be no danger, a few and a half-old centaur boys still wandered around with simple weapons such as wooden sticks and bone sticks, but they were quickly stopped by their more calm and cautious elders.

　　 Richard opened his legs and took the initiative to greet him.

　　 "My lord, this is the big Busmi in our tribe." Hutt said, pointing to five particularly strong old centaur.

　　 From any point of view, their age is obviously past the peak of physical strength, but there is no trace of slack in their strong and solid muscles, and they are not inferior to the big guy Hutt.

　　 "Busmi means elder." Richard smiled and slapped the muscular old man in front of him. The rough calluses in the palm of the opponent made him feel like he was slapped on the sandstone.

　　 He doesn't understand orc language, but judging from the context, he feels that he should be inseparable.

　　 "No, it means the blacksmith, my lord." The five bussmi leaned over and saluted together, respectfully.

　　Hurt told them some things about Alpine Fort. Although it was very vague, the excitement of picking up a bargain couldn't deceive people. They are old and willing to follow the young man's judgment and follow the judgment of the best junior in the tribe.

　　 "噗......"

　　 The centaur women were offering pure white milk, noodles and salt in accordance with the custom. Richard just picked it up and took a sip, and couldn't help spraying flowers all over the sky.

　　 "Cough cough cough... you cough cough... cough cough..."

　　 Richard once again looked carefully at a few old centaur.

The strength of their arms is slightly different. The dominant hand is stronger than the other side. There are a lot of hazel and old hot spots on the arms. In addition, the calluses on the palms are thicker than those of ordinary fighters-indeed. It is an obvious blacksmith characteristic.

　　 "Blacksmith? You know how to smelt iron?" Richard still couldn't believe it.

　　 "My lord, we are centaur, as long as you have iron ingots, you can open the furnace at any time." The centaur Mabusmi were very unreasonable to be questioned for such groundless reasons.

　　 "The half-orc kingdom has always had the term'horseshoe iron', which means that the centaur masters the technique of ironing." Hutt blinked, wondering what's strange about it.

　　 "Is that so?" Richard turned his head to look at a few big Busmi.

　　 The five heads with their faces all over Feng Shuang brushed and nodded.

"Then can you build ordnance?" Richard's heart hangs~www.readwn.com~ The country blacksmith who can only build farm tools and the blacksmith who can build ordnance are two different things. He hopes that the centaur will be the latter. .

　　 At this moment, Richard is very worried that fate will make a funny joke with him, and when he is only close to the door, he cuts off all hope-this kind of thing often happens to him.

The old centaur smiled at each other, the one in the middle stepped forward, stroking his chest and said, "If you mean enchanting weapons, then we really can't do anything. But if you just smelt and forge metal, even dwarves cannot do better than us. Better."

　　 Richard felt suddenly hit by a huge and uncontrollable ecstasy. He was so excited that it was difficult to suppress himself. He picked up the milk bowl and slurped a sip, then pushed it back into the hands of the stunned centaur woman.

　　 How important is the military industry to the development of a territory? This question should not be asked at all, because the answer can only be as important as it is, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is about life and death!

　　 Pompeii has thousands of confiscated aristocratic collars, and less than one-tenth of them can truly produce ordnance on a large scale. In the slightly turbulent border area, this is the key to distinguishing the crippled and the powerful.

　　 "My lord, we have not touched the anvil for several years since we left our home country. But as long as we can buy raw materials from Pompeii, we old guys can provide your army with high-quality weapons at any time, and we are guaranteed not to be lazy."

　　 They looked at the lord of the mountain fort eagerly. As excellent blacksmiths, they would feel itchy and miss their hands after leaving the anvil that they have been most familiar with in their lives.

　　 "This is easy to say."

　　 Richard agreed. There are many wild ideas in his mind about ordnance waiting to be verified.

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