Ride and Cut

Nehru felt that life is really wonderful.

He is an out-and-out opportunist. After the defeat, he is very eager to be favored by Alpine Castle and improve his situation.

At first he was very confident, positioning himself as the chief mage and advisor, so he tried hard to show his attainments in spells, wisdom, and erudition. But the wink was thrown to the blind, no one cared at all, and the only result in the end was a few extra kicks.

Maybe fate is really a circle, but when you go around, you will always find that you have returned to the original point inadvertently.

When he was already feeling desperate and ready to give up, a urn of wine that failed to brew brought him what he wanted.

For some reason, the lord of Gaoshan Castle obviously valued this thing very much, and even gave it a weird name called "soy sauce".

Nehru was immediately untied and appointed on the spot as the slave leader of Gaoshanbao. The only requirement was to continue brewing soy sauce.

Like other elemental users, most shamans don't drink alcohol, so the old kobolds didn't pay much attention when they brewed it.

Now he is so regretful that his intestines are green, and he can't remember many details. He only remembers that the main ingredient used is a kind of yellow wild beans.

Li Cha had seen the samples submitted by Nehru. The appearance was very similar to the soybeans he was familiar with, but it tasted slightly salty.

The people of the entire Alpine Fort were mobilized to search for beans all over the mountains and fields, but there was not much harvest yet.

The enthusiasm of these werewolf subjects was very high. They were ready to become slaves or even livestock, but unexpectedly they found a suzerain they could rely on, and they could even retain their freedom and property.

For a tribe that has lost most of its fighters and is eager to seek protection, it is tantamount to a pie on the head. There is no luckier than this, so no matter what Richard ordered, they were very enthusiastic.

"Boss, why are you brewing this?" Gunther held a crystal bottle in his hand and sniffed it lightly, frowning. He didn't like the smell very much.

It was the container of holy water that was used before, and after being cleaned, Li Cha filled it with half a bottle of soy sauce.

"Gunther, you know, we're going to get rich soon." Li Cha smiled reservedly, but unfortunately he couldn't hold it back, and soon developed into a wild laugh.

Familiar people can see something from his two eyes, money on the left and money on the right.

Gunther rolled his eyes covertly.

"My lord, the other members of our tribe have arrived." Hurt stepped on the ground quickly with four hooves in turn, rushing towards him like a whirlwind, and did not stop until four or five steps away, with his two front hooves raised high.

Following the direction his arm was pointing at, Li Cha saw sixty or seventy centaur men, women and children, driving groups of green-horned yellow cattle slowly approaching. The cattle had bags like hills tied on their backs, as if they were relocating.

Facing an unfamiliar environment, the children hide in their mother's arms uneasy, but they don't know that the mother is also at a loss.

Although they knew that there would be no danger, several half-grown men and horses still patrolled around with simple weapons such as wooden sticks and bone sticks, but they were quickly stopped by their more calm and cautious elders.

Li Cha stretched his legs and took the initiative to meet him.

"My lord, this is the big Busmi in our tribe." Hurt said, pointing to five particularly strong old centaurs.

No matter how you look at it, they are obviously past their peak physical strength, but their strong and solid muscles have not shown any signs of relaxation, and they are not inferior to Hurt, a big man.

"Busmi means elder." Li Cha smiled and slapped the muscular old man in the front. The rough calluses on the other's palm made him feel like he had slapped it on sandstone.

He doesn't understand the orc language, but judging from the context, he feels that it should be close to each other.

"No, it means a blacksmith, my lord." The five Busmi bowed together and saluted respectfully.

Hurt told them some things about the Alpine Fort. Although it was very vague, the excitement like picking up a big deal couldn't deceive people. They are old and willing to obey the judgment of the best junior in the tribe and follow this young man.

"puff……"

The centaur woman was presenting white milk, bread, and salt according to the custom. Li Cha had just picked it up and took a sip, and couldn't help spraying flowers all over the sky.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... cough cough..."

Li Cha carefully looked at the old centaurs again.

The thickness of their two arms is slightly different, the dominant hand is stronger than the other side, there are many light brown old scald spots densely distributed on the arms, and the calluses on the palms are also thicker than those of ordinary soldiers-indeed, they are all obvious characteristics of blacksmiths.

"Blacksmith? You actually know how to smelt iron?" Li Cha still couldn't believe it.

"My lord, we are centaurs. As long as you have iron ingots, you can open the furnace at any time." The centaur Busmi were very annoyed at being questioned for no reason.

"The half-orc kingdom has always had the saying 'horseshoe iron', which means that centaurs master the technique of blacksmithing." Hurt blinked, not knowing what was so strange about it.

"Is that so?" Li Cha turned his head to look at several big Busmi.

The five heads with their faces full of wind and frost all over their faces nodded in unison.

"Then can you build ordnance?" Li Cha's heart was suspended.

A country blacksmith who can only make farm tools is completely different from a blacksmith who can make ordnance. He very much hopes that the centaurs are the latter.

At this moment, Li Cha is very worried that fate will play a joke on him that is not funny at all, and cut off all hope when he is just about to hit the door - this kind of thing often happens to him.

The old centaurs looked at each other and smiled, and the one in the middle stepped forward, rubbing his chest and said, "If you mean enchanting weapons, then we really can't do anything. But if it's just smelting and forging metals, even the dwarves can't do better than us."

Li Cha suddenly felt hit by a huge and uncontrollable ecstasy. He was so excited that it was difficult to contain himself. He picked up the milk bowl and drank it dry, then stuffed it back into the stunned centaur woman's hand.

How important is the military industry to the development of a territory? This question should not be asked at all, because the answer can only be as important as it is, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is about life and death!

Pompeii has thousands of feudal aristocratic territories, and less than one-tenth of them can actually produce ordnance on a large scale. In the slightly turbulent border areas, this is the key to distinguishing the yakuza from the powerful.

"My lord, we haven't touched an anvil for several years since we left our homeland. But as long as we can buy raw materials from Pompeii, we old fellows can provide your army with high-quality weapons at any time, and we promise not to be lazy."

They looked helplessly at the lord of Alpine Castle. As an excellent blacksmith, he would feel itchy and miss him after leaving the most familiar anvil in his life.

"That's easy to say."

Li Cha agreed straight away. Regarding ordnance, he had many unconstrained ideas in his mind waiting to be verified.

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