Black Dragon Code

"It's the Balrog's curse."

The voices of several orcs were rough and hoarse, like the sound of bark grinding each other. As they spoke, they approached several fallen humans.

Roy's eyes seemed to be closed, but upon closer inspection, there was still a faint gap. He leaned against the wall and sat down, watching every move of the orc.

The pendant he wears around his neck is actually a magic item, forged by dwarves and enchanted by the Glyph of the Hand of the Archmage of the Northern Kingdoms, which protects him from curses.

In fact, Roy is in good condition. In such a hot temperature, his body still maintains normal state, and he doesn't even sweat much.

However, this bad embryo still pretended to be worse, firstly, he wanted to cover up the magic item in his hand, secondly, his intuition told Roy that the coincidence of the Balrog's curse was too much, and it was a bit strange.

He wanted to see what the orcs were going to do next, to find the crux of the problem.

"What? We don't have priests to save them."

He heard a few orcs discussing with each other. The voices of these green-skinned guys suddenly became louder for some reason, and every word seemed to be roaring.

"The little ones are treacherous and cunning, I hate them, but we can't let them die in front of us."

The voice of the leader of the orcs, Gal, rumbled like thunder passing through the border, and it hurt people's ears: "...Give them that drink."

"However, the patriarch said that it's best not to reveal that stuff to outsiders." Another orc named Orcash said, seemingly reluctant, his words seemed blunt,

"Never mind, these people won't remember anything when they wake up."

...

Roy squinted his eyes and saw the leader rudely interrupting the opponents. Amidst the sound of furs rubbing against each other, the orcs took out a water bottle from under the cover of the furs, squatted down next to the fallen humans, and fed them to drink.

What's this?

Roy was not sure, so he kept an eye out, and did not swallow it directly when the orc fed him water, but held it in his mouth.

Although I know that these guys are unlikely to play tricks like poisoning, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

Fortunately, the orcs seem to cherish the wine in the jug very much, and they are very economical. They only feed each person two sips, otherwise if there is too much, his cheeks will bulge and he can't hide it.

After feeding all the people who fell to the ground one by one, he saw Alcash put away the water bottle, wrapped it in the fur he was wearing again, and patted it, before going back to the side and waiting quietly.

The water was sweet, fruity and cool, and Roy couldn't help but want to swallow it, but he still resisted it. At this time, he couldn't help but take it lightly.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard a few soft groans, and the few drops of fruit pulp fed by the orc seemed to be full of magical power, which revived the exhausted heart of the servant who fell to the ground and relieved the stiffness of his limbs.

They squeezed out a difficult low cry from their throats, then slowly sat up and resumed their actions one after another. Although their bodies were still weak and bad, they finally got out of the coma.

Curse lifted?

Roy's nerves jumped.

He is not an orc with a narrow structure and short-sightedness. He knows that in Elradia, there are indeed many ways to relieve the curse of the Balrog without relying on the priest's dispelling spells, but those are expensive and precious items or potions rich in magic power. Not something these orcs could get their hands on.

What did the orcs give them to drink?

Thinking of this, Roy finally swallowed the fruit pulp in his mouth.

It pours into the whole body along the throat as if it has life, with evocative sweetness, and the cool breath slides over the limbs, smoothing the tiredness of the body and making people unable to help cheer up.

"My lord, forgive me for my incompetence..."

At this time, his attendants supported their weak bodies, knelt down in front of Roy, bowed their heads in shame, and begged him for sin.

For the servants of the Brando family,

Not protecting the master well is the greatest sin, but they just took a trip to the Dulu Basin, and they couldn't hold on anymore, and passed out one by one.

If those orcs had evil intentions, wouldn't Master Roy be like a sheep among a herd of tigers?

Normally, Roy would have scolded them severely, but now he has no such thoughts. His mind is running fast, thinking about other things.

Trading is not his main business, but after so many years of experience with many races, and his own agile mind, Roy quickly realized that the fruit pulp that the orcs gave them contained hidden secrets. huge benefits.

You must know that in the northern countries, aside from things like potions and magic items that are difficult for him to touch, ordinary people and some minor nobles have no other choice but to turn to priests for help when they are cursed by the Balrog.

As a result, during the dry season, the churches in Kajiling are overcrowded every day, and countless farmers and stonemasons died due to the curse of the Balrog.

But now, he found a strange wine in the Stone Crow Clan, which can directly expel the curse.

What's more, even without mentioning its value in lifting curses, just because of its unique taste, it can be sought after in the northern countries and sell well.

Investing in Green Dragon is a long-term benefit. Before Green City defeated the northern countries, it was difficult for the Brando family to get a return. At present, Kajiling has been in a state of loss. As a last resort, their family used it to entrap foreign businessmen. approach, but it is by no means a long-term solution.

Roy had to find a way to fill the funding void.

close at hand.

This is a treasure that can be excavated. Roy did not expect that although the orcs did not lead him to find the real gold mine, they gave him another surprise.

"Let's go, fragile humans, this place seems very dangerous to you." At this time, the orcs had already pulled them away.

Roy fell into deep thought, and had long forgotten about the gold mine, trying to recall every word the orc said at that time, not missing any details.

Judging from the information unintentionally disclosed by the orcs during the conversation, the Stone Crow clan should have brewed this kind of fruity wine, but they were restricted by the order of their wizard patriarch not to disclose it to outsiders. know.

"The patriarch?"

This is an unimaginable resource, and Roy's ambition does not allow him to miss such an opportunity: "Maybe... I should talk to that old guy."

Sifu, the leader of the Stone Crow Clan, is not so much his reluctance to deal with human caravans, but Roy deliberately avoiding the wizard.

To be honest, he was quite afraid of this old guy. When he first entered the Stone Crow Clan, he asked An Ruien about his strength.

It's just that An Ruien's eyes were uncertain at the time, and he was evasive, saying that he couldn't judge accurately, but from this look, Roy knew that the other party was definitely better than An Ruien.

There is an old wizard who does not know the depth of the Stone Crow clan.

This was the real reason why Roy didn't dare to do anything to this small tribe. If it wasn't for this old guy, he would have subdued these stupid orcs by strong means.

If he wanted to negotiate with the old guy, Roy had to think about it in his heart.