Ride and Cut

　　 "I'll start from the beginning-going downstream along the Raging Wave River, the river will flow into a saltwater lake. We call it Bayeux Lake." Annie stretched out her finger and touched the water, and drew a brief gesture on the desktop. A snaking curve is connected to a sphere, which looks like a tadpole.

　　 "This lake is full of undrinkable bitter brine, and people can float without exertion in it. A long time ago, someone tried to use lake water to dry salt and found that it was poisonous. Later, there was not much attention."

　　 Annie tried to draw a skull with her nails dipped in water, but it turned out to be more like a pig's head than a skull, and she quickly wiped it off pretending to be careless.

　　 Lord Lord looked in his eyes, covered his chin with his hand as a concealment, and curled his lips secretly.

　　 "But by chance six years ago, our Woya firm discovered that there was a large amount of iron ore at the bottom of Bayeux Lake. So we contacted the dwarf tribe we knew well, and quietly digged for iron ore smelting tools."

　　 Richard realized it suddenly, "No wonder you send so much coal to the wilderness to smelt iron."

　　 He felt a little strange when he came here early. The caravans that Voya had passed by in the past two times were loaded with a lot of coal. You must know that this kind of cargo should have been very unpopular, because there is no shortage of fuel in the wilderness.

　　 But if this makes sense, the temperature of ordinary fuel burning is not enough to smelt ore, so coal must be shipped from Pompeii.

　　 "Yes. Smelting iron in the wilderness, selling it to the indigenous people, collecting fur and herbs as a reward, and then transporting it back to Pompeii for sale. In recent years, this trade route has also made a lot of money."

　　 Wilderness This barren land hardly produces iron, and the export tax of Pompeii ironware is so high that it is like robbery, so ironware is very valuable in aboriginal tribes. And the fur and the blades of grass, which are not very valuable in the wilderness, return to Pompeii and have a big market.

　　 One batch of goods earns twice, and the cost is very low. The profit is just as big as you can imagine with your toes.

　　 "This business is good." An emotion called jealousy bites Richard's heart mercilessly. The sourness in his tone can corrode steel into slag.

　　 "Otherwise, why did our Woya firm grow so fast in the past few years? The timber business is a joke, so how many gold coins can we earn."

Annie’s pride lasted only a short while, and she quickly collapsed into a faceless face, “But not long ago, a bear tribe called the Last Crescent discovered this secret. Richard, you might hardly imagine being a wild man What kind of temptation iron ore is, it's totally worth betting on everything crazy."

　　 "They squeezed all the war potential of the entire tribe-abandoning all the old people who could not fight, the warrior blinded one eye to show determination, slaughtered the young beasts and mother animals to reserve rations, and mobilized all the warriors to attack the dwarf tribe."

　　 "That's not right." Richard reached out and tapped on the pine wood table top, interrupting Annie's generous statement, and he almost grabbed the melon seeds while listening to the story.

　　 "The dwarves mine and forge themselves. According to their urinary nature, their warriors must be extremely well equipped, and their strength is not bad. Wouldn't they beat the beggar-like bear people into pigs?"

　　 He has a deep understanding of himself recently, and the effect of the quality of equipment on combat effectiveness cannot be overstated. In particular, the dwarves and bears themselves are very powerful fighting races. The more proficient they are, the more difficult the gap brought by the equipment gap will be.

　　 "Can you stop interrupting, I haven't finished yet-the Lower Crescent Tribe is a member of a tribal alliance called Crescent Moon, and their abnormal behavior has attracted the attention of other members."

"The situation collapsed very quickly. In addition to the dwarves and the last quarter moon, there are also five other tribes of the quarter moon alliance. It is conservatively estimated that there are seven or eight thousand warriors participating in this war, alas..." The half-elves are also very particular about it. Apparently, it was the first time that Richard saw Anne collapsed on the chair and rolled her eyes.

　　 "Their ten tribes haven't cleaned up the dwarves? Your ally is too powerful." Lord Lord continued to stab.

　　 If Annie is half or even a quarter of her usual shrewdness, she can definitely hear that Richard is deliberately using words to induce her. But now her head is full of lawsuits, and her desire to talk has already overwhelmed reason.

　　 "Richard, you look too high at the natives." Annie leaned back in her chair and smiled helplessly. "In the face of fatal temptation, how could the loose alliance of wild people be maintained."

　　 "Now it is a big melee of more than a dozen tribes, and the alliance has long ceased to exist. Everyone is attacking other tribes indiscriminately, and some tribes have split into several factions within themselves!"

　　 "Goodbye!" Richard quickly drank a big sip of tea and was shocked. "This is not to fight who can resist the bloodletting to the end. I estimate that at least one-third of these tribes will be expelled after the fight is over."

　　 As a military commander, his resume is still very poor. He has not even commanded a hundred people. It is hard to imagine the scene of the ten thousand people fighting in more than ten factions.

　　 I am afraid that even the defeated soldiers can easily gather into hundreds of bandits, which will cause harm. No wonder the other pioneering lords honestly returned to Coron. In this case, even the most elite Three Lions army in the northeast province. Uukanshu.com may not be willing to be in trouble.

　　 Of course, this doesn't mean that the regular army can't clean up thousands of tribal warriors, but there is no need to go to great lengths to stop a dog bite.

"Yes, we originally planned to reinforce the dwarven allies, so we had to withdraw first. This situation can no longer be controlled by a business." Annie held the tea and looked at the tabletop infinitely sighing, "Destiny strikes like one. It’s pouring rain and passers-by walking in the wilderness, how can they avoid it."

　　 "What about the dwarves? Why didn't I join you?" Richard wanted to see if he could pick up a few dwarven blacksmiths. Although the Alpine Fort Military Industry was backed by a few centaur Mabusmi, the production speed was still not enough.

"Holding the iron ore and don't want to go." Annie sighed, the expression on her face perfectly explained what is unlovable, "I persuaded them to leave quickly, but you also know that the temper of a dwarf is more stubborn than a stone, and said Even if you die, you must guard the mines that God has given them."

　　 "It's a short Atsuko, really tough!" Richard pretended to give a thumbs up, unable to see whether it was a compliment or a mockery.

"All these years of business operations are over." Annie lay weakly on the table, her index finger spinning round and round on the table, "We have a rest for the night, and we will leave for Coron early tomorrow morning. If you find it inconvenient, we will leave. The alpine fort is as far away as possible."

　　 "This is nothing inconvenient, just feel free."

　　 "Richard, now you know how tense the situation is." Annie looked up, "So are you planning to withdraw to Coron with us?"

　　 She advised Richard to have her own selfish intentions. The lord guards of Alpine Fort are undoubtedly strong. If they can go through the last few days of the trip together, the safety will undoubtedly be much improved.

　　 "Let's talk about it." Richard smiled meaningfully.