Ride and Cut

Nine and a half out of ten wilderness tribes are proletarian poor ghosts who ran in with two mice and came out empty-handed with tears in their eyes.

So for the loot, after experiencing several disappointments, the lord chose to let it go, out of sight and out of mind, and threw it all to the blacksmith for recycling.

But now that he knew that there were valuable bronzes inside, his enthusiasm as a money fan naturally started to burn again. He personally took Buckland to the site of the Armament Workshop.

The blacksmiths around are working hard, this is their career and hobby, and of course they will not stop their work just because of the arrival of two unrelated idlers. The sound of tinkling iron hammers around was deafening, and the lord had to shout at the top of his voice.

"Rooney, where are those bronzes?"

Rooney raised his arm and wiped the bean-sized sweat on his forehead. The fiercely burning charcoal fire made the surroundings very stuffy. So regardless of whether they were centaurs or dwarves, the blacksmiths were all sweaty as if they had just been fished out of the river.

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

"How many?" Li Cha optimistically calculated that it would be great if he had more than a dozen pieces.

The blacksmiths obviously never counted this problem. The two dwarves put down their forging hammers and patted the iron slag on their waistbands, and began to count while moving them out of the warehouse.

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

Li Cha picked up a helmet and put it on his head with a bang, and posed in a classic oil painting pose of scolding Fang Qiu, "Hey, do I look like Nero?"

"Like a mallet." Buckland continued counting in circles without raising his head.

"I want to get rich," the lord's smile became more and more sincere as the number of circles increased, his eyes bent into a crescent, and he swung his arms and punched the air.

But the smile didn't last long, and soon began to fade away and even turned into a frown.

He didn't count along with him just now, but it is conservatively estimated that the blacksmiths have moved out more than ten bronze wares, and it seems that they have no intention of stopping for a while.

"It's not right." Li Cha put one hand on his hip, this number is too exaggerated, even a blind person can see that it is abnormal.

It can be attributed to luck to drop a piece of pie occasionally in the sky, but as long as you are not mentally handicapped, your first reaction when you see dozens of pies starting to rain in baskets is that something is wrong.

It's not surprising that the natives of the wilderness occasionally unearthed a few bronze weapons through shit luck, but this luck is also too much. Bronze ancient weapons are not wild vegetables on the roadside, and you can pull out a lot by stinging them twice-the high price itself is evidence of the scarcity of the quantity.

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

The two dwarf blacksmiths finally cleared out the inventory, and the number finally stayed at thirty-six. They didn't care much about whether there was a secret behind these old antiques with backward craftsmanship. After moving, they were busy going back to blacksmithing, leaving only Buckland and Richard to ponder over the ancient weapons.

"And if you look at these bumps, you can tell that it was made recently." Li Cha took off the helmet, stretched out his knuckles and knocked on the edge a few times, there were two obvious cut marks, and the very fresh primary color of bronze could be seen.

"If you want me to say, nine times out of ten I dug up the ancient ruins by accident." Buckland licked his tongue, tasted the copper rust on his index finger, and quickly spit twice.

"A smell of earth, ancient mausoleums or even armories, absolutely unmistakable. I heard similar things when I was young, hehe, I didn't expect it to be my turn in 40 years."

The lord and the old white tiger looked at each other, and they both saw the irrepressible excitement in each other's eyes.

It's just that one is due to the opportunity to explore the unknown, while the other is purely for the possible gold coins.

"Go and bring Nehru to my master." When it comes to understanding the wilderness, no one in the entire mountain castle can surpass this native dog-headed shaman.

When Nehru was dragged here, he looked anxious, thinking that he had been exposed for stealing He Ha Er Jiang's milk. A pair of small eyes dangled in the eye sockets, and he didn't know who would sue him.

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

"I really never stole this." As a result, Nehru opened his mouth, and the harmonious atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

"Forget it, it's up to you." The old white tiger held his forehead and let out a long sigh, and took the initiative to abdicate to let the virtuous.

"I ask, and you answer." Li Cha clenched his fists and his knuckles creaked. The undisguised fierce light in his eyes was overflowing, like the light of a knife suddenly appearing and disappearing in a dark room, making Buckland, a bystander, feel terrified.

"Have you seen ancient bronze weapons in the tribe before?"

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

"Where did it come from? When?" The lord saw what was going on, and immediately launched a series of life-threatening questions.

"About half a year ago, I bought it from the neighbors in the east." Nehru's memory is not bad, and it didn't take long for him to remember everything. "At that time, many tribes bought it because it was cheaper than iron weapons."

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" The lord looked at this guy and didn't say anything. He knew everything already, so he kept holding back.

"My lord, why do you care about such rags?" Nehru saw that he was only asked to ask questions, so he relaxed a little and started to talk more. "Our self-produced weapons must be much stronger."

He felt that he was wronged to death, and the new equipment of the soldiers of the guards was not new, and it was more than a hundred times stronger than these old antiques on the ground.

The wilderness used the bronze ware purely because they had no choice, but this dilemma had no basis for Alpine Castle.

"I..." Li Cha looked at the dog's face mixed with doubts and bewilderment in front of him, he didn't know what to say, and finally all turned into a helpless sigh, "Hey."

In good conscience, it would be unfair to blame Nehru for this issue.

This guy who was born in the wilderness has never lacked ingenuity, what he lacks is insight, and the evaluation value strictly follows the practical standards of the wilderness. Therefore, it is completely unimaginable that in some corners of this world, a bronze sword that has nothing to do with practicality is worth more than a hundred high-quality steel swords.

"Nehru, now the organization has decided to entrust you with a difficult task." The lord patted his dog's head, "I'll send you ten soldiers, go and find out where these things come from."

"Can't I refuse?" Nehru asked cautiously.

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