Ride and Cut

? Nine and a half of the ten wilder tribes are two mice running into the door, and they can only come out empty-handed with a lot of tears in the proletariat.

Therefore, for the spoils, Lord Lord, after experiencing several disappointments, chose to let it go indifferently, and threw all his brains to the blacksmith for recycling.

But now that I know the valuable bronzes in it, my enthusiasm for being a money fan naturally starts to burn again. He personally took Bucklan and walked to the site of the Wubei Workshop.

The blacksmiths all around are working hard. This is their career and hobby. Of course, they will not stop working just because two unrelated idlers arrive. The intensive clanging of iron around was deafening, and the lord must shout loudly.

"Rooney, where are the bronzes?"

Rooney raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead. The violent charcoal fire made the surroundings become very stuffy. So no matter whether the centaur or the dwarf, the blacksmiths were sweating like they had just been fished out of the river.

"My lord, they are all piled up in the warehouse."

"How many are there?" Richard optimistically calculated that if only a dozen pieces were given to him, it would be fine.

The blacksmiths had obviously never counted this problem. The two dwarves put down their forging hammers and patted the iron **** on their waists, and began to count as they moved out of the warehouse.

Long swords, heavy hammers, battle axes, helmets...every time Buckland took out a piece of paper, he took a carbon rod and drew a circle on the paper, regardless of size and shape.

Richard picked up a helmet and clasped it on his head, and put on a classic oil painting pose that lashed out at Fang Qiu, "Hey, do you look like Nero?"

"Like a mallet." Bucklan didn't lift his head either, and concentrated on drawing circles and counting.

"I want to get rich," Lord Lord's smile became more sincere as the number of circles increased, his eyes were bent into a crescent, and he raised his arms and punched the king's Bashen punch into the air.

But this smile did not last long, and soon began to fade away and even frowned.

He didn't count them together just now, but it is conservatively estimated that the blacksmiths have brought out more than ten bronzes. It seems that the posture seems to have not stopped for a while.

"Something's wrong." Richard with one hand on his hips, this number is too exaggerated, blind people can see that it is abnormal.

Occasionally dropping a piece of pie in the sky can be attributed to luck, but as long as it is not mentally retarded, the first reaction to seeing the pies raining in baskets must be a problem.

It’s not surprising that the natives of the wilderness occasionally dig out a few bronze weapons, but this is too much. Ancient bronze weapons are not roadside wild vegetables, and a lot of them can be pulled out by just stinging twice-the high price itself is evidence of scarcity.

"It's not right. 35xs." Buckland walked to the bronze ware and squatted down, holding tortoiseshell glasses to observe carefully, reaching out to touch the powdery patina, "and it's well preserved."

The two dwarven blacksmiths finally cleared the inventory, and the number finally stayed at thirty-six. They didn't care much about whether there were secrets behind these old antiques with backward craftsmanship. After moving them, they hurriedly went back to continue ironing, leaving only Buckland and Richard to meditate on the ancient weapons.

"And when you look at these bumps, you know that they were just made recently." Richard took off his helmet, stretched out his knuckles and knocked on the edge a few times. There were two obvious cut marks, and you could see very fresh ones. Bronze primary colors.

"Let me say, in all likelihood, I dug ancient ruins by accident." Bucklan licked his tongue and tasted the patina on his index finger, and quickly spit out two mouthfuls.

"There is a smell of soil. It is absolutely impossible to go wrong with an ancient tomb or simply an armory. When I was young, I heard something similar, ha ha, I didn't expect it would be my turn in a flash for forty years."

Lord Lord and Lao Baihu glanced at each other, and both saw the uncontrollable excitement in each other's eyes.

It's just that one is due to the opportunity to explore the unknown, and the other is purely a gold coin that may be obtained.

"Go and call Nehru to the lord." Speaking of the knowledge of the wilderness, no one in the entire high mountain fort can surpass this native doghead shaman.

Nehru looked worried when he was dragged in, thinking that he had secretly drunk the milk and exposed it. A pair of small eyes rolled back and forth in the sockets, and he didn't think of who would accuse him.

"Look at these bronze weapons on the ground." Buckland patted his shoulder kindly, trying to calm his nervousness.

"I really didn't steal this." As a result, Nehru opened his mouth, and the harmony suddenly disappeared.

"Forget it, let's come." Lao Baihu sighed, holding on to his forehead, and took the initiative to abdicate and let Xian.

"I ask, you answer." Richard squeezed his fists and knuckles rattled, and the undisguised fierce light in his eyes overflowed, like the sudden birth and death of a knife in a dark room, making Bucklan, a bystander, feel frightened. .

"Have you seen an ancient bronze weapon in the tribe before?"

"I have seen it." Nehru stood honestly and didn't dare to say a word of nonsense.

"Where did it come from? When?" As soon as the lord saw a play, he immediately launched a series of deadly questions.

"About half a year ago, I bought it from the neighbors in the east ~www.readwn.com~ Nehru's memory is not bad, and it didn't take long for me to think of it all. "At that time, many tribes bought it, because Cheaper than iron weapons. "

"Then you don't say it earlier!" Lord Lord looked at this stuff and didn't fight. He knew everything before, so he kept holding back.

"Master, why should you care about this tatter?" Nehru saw that he called himself to be just a question today. He relaxed a little and said more, "Our self-produced weapons must be much stronger."

He felt wronged to death, and the new equipment of the guard soldiers hadn't been seen before, and it was more than enough to be a hundred times stronger than these old antiques on the ground.

The wilderness people use bronzes purely out of lack of choice, but this dilemma has no basis for Alpine Fortress.

"I..." Richard looked at the dog's face mixed with doubts and dazedness. He didn't know what to say. In the end, it all turned into a helpless sigh, "Hey."

In conscience, if Nehru is to blame on this issue, it is really unfair.

This man was born in the wilderness and has never lacked cleverness. What he lacks is insight, and the evaluation value strictly follows the practical standards of the wilderness. Therefore, it is impossible to imagine that in some corners of this world, a bronze sword that is not relevant to practicality will be more valuable than a hundred high-quality steel swords.

"Nehru, now the organization has decided to give you an arduous task." Lord Lord patted his dog's head, "I will call you ten soldiers, go, and find out where these things come from."

"Am I not allowed to refuse?" Nehru asked cautiously.

Lord Lord rolled his eyes, "You shouldn't ask this question."