Black Dragon Code

In Elradia, merchants are not a very respected role, especially human merchants, and some races even confuse some of them with liars and thieves.

The merchants of the northern countries wandered around for a long time and dealt with dwarves, jackals and many other races all day long. They were quite cunning and treacherous. The orcs even called them "humans with two mouths and three hands".

Two mouths are because they are eloquent and good at deceiving, and three hands are because their hands and feet are not clean, and they often do things like stealing chickens and dogs. This is almost intolerable for the orcs who keep their oaths and keep their words.

Then how could they allow merchants to come to their territory?

Caesar couldn't understand it, and didn't know much about the internal affairs of the Stone Crow clan, so he could only hide in the dense forest on the top of the mountain and continue watching.

"Oh, my dear Gal, you know, the last accident was not my fault, I thought you would never need me again."

The caravan leader seemed to be no more than thirty years old, with a necklace engraved with the family crest hanging around his neck. He had an elegant manner and a handsome appearance, but his long and narrow gray eyes made him feel gloomy, and he was as thin as a sharp knife.

He was riding on that sturdy black packhorse, and even though the weather was getting hotter, he was wearing a black woolen sweater and hard leather armor, which was in stark contrast to the orc with his bare chest: "I didn't expect you and I would see each other one day, It is my great honor, my friend, to speak up if you need anything."

"food."

The leading orc said in a low voice that his name was Gal, the captain of the hunting team, and one of the clan leaders. Of course, the old leader would not show up in person, and he was solely responsible for such matters.

Gal looked at the humans laughing and chatting with each other behind the caravan leader, and resisted the urge to twist the heads of these people off one by one. Since the last time he was slapped by these bloody businessmen, he never wanted to see these people with mouthfuls. What a bullshit guy.

"There is plenty of food."

The businessman put his legs between the horse's belly, moved away from two positions, and motioned Gal to look at the heavily loaded pack horses behind: "But Gal, what do you want to exchange?"

"Same as before, fur."

The Stone Crow Clan only had furs. Gal turned his head to the right to signal, and immediately dozens of female orcs came out holding a large number of animal furs that had been dried.

"Ha, it's skin again."

The leader of the caravan clapped his hands, the oil on his nose was shining, and he said briskly: "Well, Gal, I am a kind person. How could I refuse a friend's request? Let me think about it, how can I give it to you?" You are a friendly price."

"How about this, I'll suffer a bit, ten catties of grain for one catty of fur." ​​The merchant's words immediately caused the orcs to whisper.

"Ten catties."

Garr murmured, "Roy, this is too little..."

Beast fur may not be of much importance in the jungle, but the orcs also know its value. In the human world, this thing is a veritable luxury. It is sought after by countless nobles, and it is easy to sell out of stock.

"Not a lot, my friend."

Roy looked at him seriously: "It's not like before, your stuff is no longer popular, and the dry season is coming, even the nobles won't need them anymore, I have to spend a lot of time transporting this thing to the south to sell it go out."

"and--"

As he said that, Roy's face became serious, and he took two steps forward on his horse, looking down at Gall: "Orc, do you know how expensive food is now? The northern countries are fighting with Green City, and there are 30,000 mouths waiting in the south." When it comes to eating, food is in short supply.”

"My friend, I'm a serious businessman. I won't buy or sell by force. If you don't want to, I won't force you. Maybe you can go to the northern countries to have a look, and maybe you can find a better buyer there. .”

Roy sneered in his heart, except for him Roy Brando, the earl's son,

What other peddler has the power to travel the wilderness and trade with these stupid humanoid races.

And letting these orcs go to the northern countries on their own is a joke. Compared with the northern countries, the Stone Crow clan is like bugs hiding in the grass, and they will be crushed at every turn.

Roy laughed in his heart, motioned the knight behind him to step forward, and raised his chin: "Go and see how the goods are."

The knight dismounted as he said, and strode up to the female orc, unceremoniously picked up a piece of beast fur from the ground, and stroked it with his hands.

"It's very rough, it's not processed after being peeled off, and it's a bit sticky."

The knight spoke loudly, then lifted the fur and held it in front of his nose for a sniff, with an obvious disgust on his expression: "Uh (third tone)...it's not clean, and the smell of blood is very strong."

"look."

Roy spread his hands towards Gal: "After taking your batch of goods, I have to send them to the mill to process a few more, and the weight of this thing is not light, one horse can weigh seven..."

"enough."

Gal interrupted him, fearing that he would tear the person in front of him alive if he continued to listen. Thinking of the dwindling food in the tribe and returning the black dragon they promised to guarantee the supply, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "We changed!"

...

"Oh, I'm so angry."

On the top of the mountain, Luna lay beside Caesar's ear, clenched her fists tightly: "Aren't you saying they are not orcs? Why didn't you just rob these humans?"

"Rob?"

Caesar's eyes lingered on those high-ranking knights wearing fine steel armor, and smiled: "Have you ever snatched it? The opponent is not a guy who is powerless to fight back."

Not to mention that there is a priest in this team, just looking at the breath and bloody smell of this group of people, you can know that these people may be businessmen today, and become robbers and mercenaries who kill without batting an eye tomorrow—in the absence of People in controlled Elradia are probably like this.

"Can't you add it?" Luna asked.

"Maybe."

Caesar nodded and shook his head again: "But the caravan leader may be a nobleman of considerable weight. Even if the robbery and murder succeed, the Stone Crow clan will have to face endless crusades from humans."

He stared at the string of necklaces hanging around Roy's neck. Although he couldn't figure out the meaning of the engraved patterns on the necklaces, he could clearly see that the necklaces were of great value and the materials were quite expensive.

Even if ordinary merchants have such treasures, they would never hang them around their necks and show them off.

"If you don't have the power to run amok, you must accept the constraints of the rules."

Caesar sighed, just looking at the actions of the orcs, still feeling surprised: "What I don't understand is, they have been oppressed to such an extent, why do they insist on exchanging food from humans?"

"Don't you know?"

Luna looked at him in surprise, with a look of "I don't believe it": "Because of you!"