From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 165 Serakin’s experience and anger

The house has simple beds, tables, chairs, and some weapons such as spears, axes, and swords hung on the walls;

In addition, a pair of steel and wood heavy armor was integrated with great care and placed on the armor frame on the north side.

In addition to these usual things that can be seen in almost every troll's house, the mysterious bottles stacked in the southeast corner of the house immediately caught Olinka's attention.

At this time, the troll uncle moved out two stools, one of which he handed to Olinka, and the other was placed next to him.

His huge body sat on the chair and made a "clucking" sound.

"You also sit down. I heard that the young trolls in this department are very particular, so I won't invite you to the bed. To be honest, this is the first time that a female other than a comrade has come to my place not for mating."

The joke was not funny, Olinka smiled awkwardly, and then sat on the stool;

She took out the paper and pen from the bag, and took out a bottle of ink in a steel-wood container, placed it on the square table beside her, and then placed the hard-shell notebook on her other hand, ready to record at any time.

From this, the two trolls sat opposite each other and started the conversation.

From the words of the troll uncle, we can know that the only few witch doctor apprentices at Nomen Station are just like the unlucky ones who won the lottery, and were reluctantly assigned here to carry out management work.

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Olinka didn't speak, she just stared at the yellow liquid in the bottle with confusion, which was obviously the same thing as the 'drink' she saw at the dock earlier.

Then he stood up, took out a bottle from the corner, cut off the mouth of the bottle with a bang with his hand knife, and started drinking heavily.

This is nothing, after all, the expansion of the tribe's sphere of influence is what these trolls look forward to and feel proud of.

Serajin lowered his head and was silent for a while, then sighed lowly and slowly said,

"Haha, we are responsible for taking out the 'garbage' in the suggestion box. Who will send it all the way to the headquarters and onto the desks of the high-level trolls?"

"Who can I ask for advice? Which department is responsible for this work? The office building of the executive government is so complicated that I can get lost! There are all kinds of inexplicable departments, and there are more prey than there are in the Black Forest!"

As he spoke, he raised his chin towards the bottle in Olinka's hand and gestured,

"Mr. Seraginsta, what exactly are you drinking? Can you show it to me?"

"In addition to the hunting mission, our hunting team actually has a militia attribute, which you should know."

She turned her head and looked at the other empty or unopened bottles in the corner, and found that their specifications were similar;

Today, the area's twenty hunting teams have little to do except occasionally use small piers to cast nets for fishing.

"Mr. Serakinsta, what do they use in exchange? Do they use rice coins like us?"

Olinka lowered her head and wrote in her notebook with a swishing sound. From time to time, she would pick up a quill and dip it in the ink bottle, and then continue to write with her head down.

"As for the managers, maybe you know? I'm not sure. After all, it's not easy to meet those guys."

The remaining trolls were sad to say goodbye, but other than the cold "This is the request of the headquarters", they didn't expect any extra explanation;

Before and after this, the headquarters issued a "reclamation order" and established agricultural reclamation areas covering hundreds or even thousands of acres with each major station as the center.

After a while, she stopped summarizing the previous conversation, raised her head, and asked hesitantly and uneasily,

The track construction project started two years ago reduced the 'population' of the Normen station from 300 to 200, and one-third of the trolls were assigned to the west to support local construction.

"Okay. Did you also hear what I said when I introduced Karina?"

"Let me think about it. It should only take about half a year, right? Five kilograms of fish, a heavy steel and wood spear, or two heavy swords can be exchanged for ten bottles of Vino like this."

"I understand. Do the managers of Nomen Station know about this matter? How long has this transaction lasted? If the food used in exchange is fish, then where is the source of the weapons and tools used in exchange?

?What is the exchange ratio?"

Olinka put her nose to the mouth of the bottle and smelled it, feeling a very pungent smell;

I can't say whether it smells good or not, but it does make her uncomfortable.

"Ms. Kalinatis is also drinking this, right? Do you also want to forget some unpleasantness? I hope you can tell me. What is going on?"

On this basis, they were arranged to undergo mixed reorganization, and were eventually reduced from the original thirty branches to the existing twenty.

But to be honest, their management is not in place. Apart from occasionally mechanically arranging the government orders conveyed by the headquarters, they squat in the office every day and write and draw. All they think about is returning to the headquarters as soon as possible. It doesn't work anymore.

, it’s also good to live in those large-scale residences.

Earlier, there were thirty hunting teams centered on the station, hunting in the surrounding forests to support the food supply of the headquarters.

‘Swish, swish, swish’

'The trade carried out by the tribe and various tribes in the East all have extremely strong purposes. What about these horned hoof species? What is their purpose? Is it a simple exchange of materials? And why have I never heard of this in the tribe?

Where are the goods?'

"Tools such as axes and saws can also be exchanged, but the price is a bit higher than weapons. By the way, they also want to exchange for armor, haha. But these dwarves cannot wear the heavy armor specially customized for us."

"alright, I got it."

Olinka's expression became slightly more serious, as if she was confirming something.

"You are such a stubborn girl."

"Yes, you said 'she is my only remaining comrade', what happened?"

And I instinctively think that this should not be something that can be ignored.

These apprentices believe that only those places are their areas of use, not the nothing frontier beneath their feet.

Later, due to the restrictions of the "defense area reduction order", the hunting area that the hunting team was allowed to hunt was greatly reduced;

At the same time, the farming activities that replaced hunting production, and due to the lack of "farming teaching" power, the distribution of production tools was postponed according to the "first west then east, first big then small", plus the managers' carelessness,

Therefore, it has not been launched for a long time.

"How could it be possible? We don't want to trade weapons for it! If we give you some smelly fish, or at most some tools produced by the steel wood tree, we'll get rid of it. The horned hoof will go back angrily every time."

"The hornhoof merchants say that one sip of this stuff will make you full of fighting spirit, and half a bottle will make you so dizzy that you will forget all your worries. Of course, they are all liars! It took me five bottles to feel dizzy!"

However, fish has never been the main food of trolls, and not many trolls like to eat things that are full of fishy smell;

A boatload of fish sent to the headquarters for sale would be worth less than two or three large game animals.

The emergence of these agricultural reclamation areas, coupled with the increasing expansion of animal husbandry and the "supply" of wolves, has made the headquarters less and less dependent on hunting sites or harvests;

But it has also led to border areas like Nomen Station becoming more and more marginalized in the overall ecological niche of the tribe.

"What about the suggestion box?" Olinka asked uncertainly.

As soon as he finished speaking, undisguised anger and unwillingness flashed across Uncle Troll's face;

Naturally, the trolls complained to the manager and asked him to make suggestions to the headquarters: either release the 'defense area shrinking order' and let the trolls hunt as usual; or, quickly apply for 'farming training', here.

The development of cultivated land was also carried out.

"The thing brought by the horn-hoofed boat seems to be called 'vino'. In their language, it seems to mean 'source of passion'."

Serakin was about to put the empty bottle back into the corner. Hearing this, he shrugged indifferently, turned around and handed over the bottle, explaining,

However, the trolls who came to support were not relocated as a whole team.

At that time, the manager showed up after a long absence and selected the 'highly educated' members from each hunting team and sent them off alone.

Regarding this, Uncle Troll's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Her continuous questions overwhelmed Serakin, and he thought for a long time before reluctantly giving an answer.

"But those damn fools just won't move! We don't even see them once a month!"

"Do you change a lot of weapons?"

At the same time, keywords such as 'Horned Hoof Trader' and 'Vino Trade' also made her a little concerned;

Olinka recorded everything he said, then stopped and returned to the previous question.

"How is it possible? They are not willing to accept meal coins. They only want food, weapons, and tools. Most of our fish catch was taken away by them. Otherwise, the stinky fish that cannot be sold would have blocked the entire dock."

Therefore, a large amount of fish that no troll cared about was piled up at the dock, allowing it to become rancid in the natural humidity and heat.

From the perspective of differences, although they are not "industrial products" produced in batches, they should all come from the same source.

After watching her uncle drink up the contents of the bottle in one gulp and letting out a long belch, Olinka asked the question she had always had in her mind.

As for the two hundred trolls living here, they also have their own tasks.

"Could you please ask Ms. Karinates why you are angry and why you are disappointed by my intention?"

"I just want to help you"

If it hadn't been for some 'accidents' that allowed Yuhuo to find a 'way out', the trolls here would all have become 'low-income households' who 'eat the quota'.

"Didn't you directly submit your opinions to the headquarters?"

Olinka nodded, indicating her understanding. Not to mention being a member of these hunting teams, even she herself would actually be required to participate in militia training on schedule.

"It's okay for the militia to be trained, and we are willing to contribute to the tribe's security, but..." There was a brief pause at this point, and then Serakin's tone suddenly became high-pitched,

"Is it true that the sacrifice of the soldiers is a sacrifice! It is a glory worthy of being remembered by future generations! And our sacrifice can only let the survivors squat in the corner silently and lick their wounds!"

He waved his huge fists, making hunting sounds in the air, and spoke loudly in a tone full of passion.

(End of chapter)