That’s Hilarious

"Damn Faragin, are you old and confused? Do you want to be sacrificed by blood?" Facing Faragin's blasphemous words, the priest of the blood **** Haka was very angry, and he stood up , raised the javelin in his hand, and the fierce light in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Although Faragin does not approve of the oracle, he still worships the blood **** Hakkar. After all, this is the **** he has believed in all his life, but he is more important to beget him and support his tribe. "If the blood **** Hakkar needs it, I am willing to be sacrificed in blood. I only hope that he can protect our Leon tribe."

Faragin's words expressed the dissatisfaction of most of the trolls, but they buried it in their hearts and did not reveal it.

"you!"

"Okay, Zujin sacrifice, the tribe needs warriors now, and Faragin is a good warrior. He will kill the enemy on the battlefield and bring blood sacrifice to the blood **** Hakkar."

"I hope so." Facing the words of Patriarch Vaughan, Zujin put down the spear in his hand and turned to leave.

Looking at the departed sacrifice, Vaughn continued: "Humans don't know our weakness. As long as we dare to attack, we will expose our weakness, because only the old guys are left in the group."

"Wait, everything depends on Hakkar's will." After Vaughn finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to pray.

"Patriarch, it is because of Hakkar's son, Lazar, that we have come to this point. What's the use of praying to him." Falkin looked at Vaughn who was still praying like Hakkar, and turned away angrily.

When the other trolls saw this, they all got up and left.

Vaughn was the only one left.

He opened his eyes, exhaled slowly, and a mist of water immediately formed in the air. "The Leon tribe is about to be destroyed. Maybe this is Hakkar's guidance."

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It has been a few days since the last sneak attack on the troll stronghold. In the end, Roland still did not establish a new stronghold there. Instead, return to a well-defended stronghold.

Prepare to face the trolls' counterattack. . .

The caravan selling iron ore finally came to the castle.

Seeing this, Roland walked up happily and hugged the somewhat obese businessman: "Welcome to the station of the Dawn Mercenary Group, Beam. Why did it take so long this time?"

After the businessman hugged Roland enthusiastically, he said, "Hey, don't talk about it, the iron ore that I promised you last time, I didn't expect it to snow so quickly. It took several days for this journey. The iron ore was transported here."

"However, this time I have to pay more, 70 coppers a pound."

Obviously, Beam is very dissatisfied with the current transportation situation.

Hearing that the money was added, Roland was not in a good mood, but he still said cheerfully: "Don't rush to talk about the money, come with me, and I'll show you the weapons we built."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the blacksmith shop. Seeing this, Beam followed in Roland's footsteps, and at the same time he despised their weapons. In his opinion, a mercenary group can hire any good blacksmiths, and most of the weapons they make are barely usable.

Pushing open the door of the blacksmith's shop, a heat wave hits the face, making people feel a little warm in the cold winter.

Roland took a freshly cooled weapon and handed it to Beam.

Bimmo remained silent, picked up the one-handed sword, and first looked at the two sides of the blade.

"Well, it's relatively symmetrical." After speaking, he put the sword in front of him. "The sword ridge is also ok."...

Although it has always been said that it is ok, okay, etc., but Beam knows that this is a good sword, and it is very comfortable to hold in his hand, but he also thinks that such a good sword will not be many. It is estimated that It must have been made by an experienced blacksmith.

Roland watched Beam check the one-handed sword, and then asked directly, "How, this sword is still eye-catching?"

Beam sighed and said, "The sword is a good sword, but I'm afraid the output is not much. I can get 3 silver for this kind of sword."

Hearing this price, Roland rolled his eyes and gave it away.

It takes an average of 2.5 pounds to build such a one-handed sword from unrefined iron ore. Even if the ore is 70 copper per pound, the cost is only 1 silver and 75 copper. A skilled blacksmith can make a handful in a day, not counting the blacksmith's salary. The income is 1 silver and 25 copper.

But this is obviously impossible. The training of a blacksmith often takes years.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about the price. One pound of wheat is 5 coppers, which is enough for an adult male for a day. A family of three, women and children use less, 2 pounds a day, or 10 coppers.

Then, only 3 silver is needed for a month. What's more, in most cases, wheat husks, wild vegetables, and other messy things are mixed. Usually only half of it is needed a month, that is, 1.5 silver, which is enough for a family of three. needs of the month.

"A decent one-handed sword costs 3 silver each. Do you think I'm leading a mercenary group and have never bought or sold weapons?" Roland was very angry, and the price was too outrageous.

Beam smiled shyly and said, "There is bargaining in business. I heard that you were also a businessman before, so you don't know how to connect. In this way, it's 3 silver and 50 copper."

"You are really worthy of your businessman status, Bim. You can sell a weapon like this for at least 5 silver, and it is not impossible to meet the urgently needed 6 silver." Roland didn't have the slightest idea of ​​giving Bim face. He doesn't want this kind of weapon, and he can sell it to others.

Then I thought that Beam had the iron ore purchase documents from Earl Carney, which must be a powerful businessman.

"Well~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a handful of silver, I can supply it for a long time, if it is iron ore, it is even 60 copper per pound. But you have to continue to supply me, in this winter, once a month, or it will definitely not be sell to you."

"Of course, if you have other supplies, such as grain and cattle, sheep, workhorses, war horses, etc., you can bring them here."

Although Beam really wanted to make this money, he was obviously hesitant considering that the supply would continue throughout the winter, or once a month.

"Captain Roland, you're a bit embarrassed by this. After a while, not too long, maybe more than ten days, the snow will cover your knees. What can I bring you to deliver the goods, do you rely on a carriage?"

As for Beam's question, Roland obviously expected it long ago, "Come with me, I'll show you something, I'll name it a sleigh, and he can let us transport goods in winter."

For things like sleds, Roland has no plans to keep them private. This kind of thing that others can steal just by looking at it, he plans to make it public so that the entire North can be transported quickly in winter. To speed up the circulation of commodities, so that he can launch his own weapons, because he is about to go bankrupt.

Roland soon took Beam to the side of a freight carriage with a sleigh, which was full of wood, and Mirron was already on standby on the carriage.

"Let the horses run, Mirron, and show our guests this new mode of transportation."

With the waving of Mirron's whip, the carriage quickly ran across the snow.

Obviously, in the face of this kind of thing called a sled, Beam's eyes lit up.

After he test-drive the freight carriage, he agreed to Roland's request, and both of them laughed happily. They all scolded the other party in their hearts as a scumbag. As for who is the real scumbag, it depends on the future.