The elves come from a small elf forest on the border of the orcs. They have no other function except to make the trees grow healthily. Of course, they can reproduce the forest, which is the favorite of the elves.
It's a pity that their abilities are useless in the wilderness where they cannot be planted.
But now Karen is arguing with the ramhorn man, seemingly only for the price of 0.5 pence.
"Another 0.5 pence, and I'll buy it. You know how much profit there is." Karen's voice was a little cold, like a human politician.
"I can't lower it any more. I managed to transport this thing from the beast clan. If I give you any more, I will pay you to death."
"Your things are useless in the wasteland." Karen said bluntly.
"Even if it's useless, I can transport it to the human race. I just rest here for an afternoon."
"0.1, plus 0.1 at most, this is my limit."
"No, I can't let it go, it's a loss-making business." The goat man didn't give Karen any face.
Sharaf smiled. As for it, an elf is only 2p, and with Karen's current financial resources, I don't know how much he can buy, "Sorov, the one standing in front of you is Karen, the wolf of the Southwest. You should know that as long as he In a word, your head must fall to the ground right now."
"What, he's the wolf of the Southwest?" The sheephorn man named Sorov glanced at Karen in astonishment, then took two steps back slowly, with a flattering smile on his face, "Mr. The caravan leaves."
"Stop." Karen stepped forward to block the other party's way, "The elf's business hasn't been settled yet."
"It's not for sale, Mr. Karen, it's not for sale." Sorov said in a hurry.
"At the price we said, I'll take it all." Karen said anxiously, "1.8p, right?"
"What, you want it?" Sorov was caught off guard, "I have 800 elves."
"Yes, a total of 1440 pence, isn't it?" He raised his head and shouted at Griffin in the distance, "Come here, here." After the other party came over, he directly ordered, "Bring this Mr. Go to Goldsmiths and ask Churchill to pay 1440p, and you'll keep him safe."
"But...boss, I'm protecting your safety." Griffin yelled in embarrassment.
Karen rolled her eyes, "Didn't you hear my order? Why, are you worried that Sharaf will harm me? He is my friend, remember, forever friend." roar.
Griffin sighed and said helplessly, "Okay, I'm alone."
"No, bring all your weapons. I don't want Mr. Sorov to lose a hair. He is my guest." Karen was giving orders.
Seeing Karen who had become extremely stern, Sorov hurried forward and asked, "Mr. Karen, you mean to take me to Gold Shining Town to collect the money?"
Karen smiled gently: "Of course, at least you have to send these elves there, well, I will suffer a bit, and I will subsidize your travel expenses by 20 pence, Sorov, I will send my own guards to escort, sincerity has already Big, right?"
Sharaf looked at Griffin's large figure, and if he said no at this moment, he was afraid that the other party's long nose would curl up and throw him into the sky.
"When...Of course...this is what I should do." Sorov shouted fearfully.
Seeing Sorov's caravan slowly walking towards the direction of Gold Shining Town, Sharaf laughed, "As you, why bother with a small businessman, as long as you want, I can give it to you. "
"No, our brothers will settle accounts." Karen looked up and glanced around, and couldn't help sighing, "Sharaf, your place is really a good place. Look at this road, which leads directly to the Mississippi River. I don't know how many businesses there are in a day." The team passed by, look at this slave market, there are at least 1,000 slaves imprisoned, what is that, the Behemoth Field?"
"Well, Piggy Pig Farm, our Wolfe eats meat, and these big guys are the cheapest." Sharaf asked with a smile, "Interested?"
"No, it's just too smelly, and it's not good for my tavern business."
Sharaf smiled, "I can't help it, these big guys eat a lot of Dora, please bear with me." In his opinion, Karen is completely nonsense, nothing to talk about piggies, and sure enough, the next sentence the other party said changed.
"Look at your pure iron forging town. I don't know how many iron mines you have. Then look at my gold-shielding town. Let alone, it's all painful."
Sharaf keenly caught the word 'iron mine', which was his sensitive extension, and smiled lightly, "You at least have salt, right, that's more profitable than steel." Sharaf joked, "If it can be changed, I will choose the town of gold."
"Really? Then let's change the town mayor Dangdang for two days?" Karen said presciently.
"Okay, so now I'm the mayor of Steel Town?" Karen said quickly.
"Are you serious?" Sharaf asked in amazement.
"Scared you to death, just kidding." Karen laughed, "Let's go, go to my steel tavern and buy two Xinghua Village nine-tailed turtles. After stirring it a few times, it can become a high-strength liquor, and I almost fell down after taking a sip."
Sharaf wanted to laugh, which is clear water, it is processed distiller's grains, and the wine-tailed turtle is born with the magical ability to turn distiller's grains into spirits. They are the most famous winemakers in the world. Nine-tailed turtles vary according to the region. Formed different varieties.
The most famous ones in the world are the four famous turtles, the wine-tailed turtle in Fenhe, the wine-tailed turtle in Zhuye Village, the wine-tailed turtle in Maotai Town and the most unique Sanguotou wine-tailed turtle.
The wine-tailed turtles in the world basically come from four tribes. The wine-tailed turtle in Xinghua Village in front of him is from the Fenhe wine-tailed turtle tribe. magic.
"Lao Sha, I'm sorry, the tavern has just opened and I haven't chosen a shopkeeper yet, why don't you give me one."
Sharaf could only shake his head and smile wryly at Karen's way of begging directly. This tavern is pretty dilapidated, except for a cooking kitchen, the rest is made of steel wine tables and chairs, and there is not even a waiter.
He had to send a capable man. In order to shut Karen's mouth, he also presented a chef and waiter, and sent all their snacks to the tavern.
There is no way, given the current situation, it is impossible to go to other places, but being able to be in Steel Town, his goal has been achieved, and the rest is Harmoll's business.
Salad meat, stir-fried big kidney, garlic yellow beef with a plate of boiled peas. Of course, according to the standard Karen invited last time, Sharaf specially prepared a pot of tea, a bottle of fine wine and a bottle of Mao Tai Strong alcohol.
"Old Sha, you don't drink much of me now." Karen laughed, and shouted at the busy halfling chef, "Give me a piggy pig's skin, yes, roast it, add some chili, and I'll eat it." Use this to drink."
"You also like chili?" Sharaf asked without words.
"I can't help it. I can drink two glasses at first, but I have to rely on something to drink later, and I gradually get used to it." Karen ate a mouthful of garlic-flavored yellow beef beef. "Well, this workmanship is not bad."
"It's normal, by the way, Karen, do you want Coca-Cola?" Sharaf took out two bottles of Coca-Cola from the packaged box, and clearly marked 'produced in Gold Shining Town' under the box, "Now this is a human race The most popular stuff, I had a few friends ask me about the source of these things, and I just mentioned it."
"Don't!" Karen said before Sharaf stood up, "I know your friends are in Steel Town, Lao Sha, if you treat me as a friend, don't introduce me, the agency of Coca-Cola has already been handed over , and there will also be buyers for other drinks in Gold Town in the future. These are forces that I can't afford to offend. I am only a friend like you in the wasteland. After all, the human race gave me a title, at least we have to celebrate. Let's drink, okay?"
"Success!" Sharaf laughed, "But there is one person you have to meet."
As soon as the words were finished, the curtain of the steel tavern was lifted directly. It was a tall and tall Rhine, with a golden mane and a gleaming golden armor, showing extraordinary. A mithril scimitar at the waist of the other party showed the other party's identity.
Rhine is the leader, and it is very likely that he came directly from the top of the orc clan. After all, Rhine itself is one of the five upper-ranking races of the orc clan.
Sharaf stood up and introduced, "This is Mr. Jin, the leader of the Rhine Bandit Tribe, who owns one-tenth of the control of the Mississippi River."
Karen understands the meaning of this sentence. Controlling the river in the wasteland is tantamount to establishing an unshakable position. From the imposing manner exuded by the opponent, Karen dares to conclude that the opponent is definitely a strong man with a title, and his title is better than his own. The 'Wolf of the Southwest' carries more weight. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
"Karen Heise, the Wolf of the Southwest." Karen introduced her name and her own title, which was a kind of respect and a manifestation of her status.
"Martin King, the golden lion." The other party stretched out a generous palm, showing a charming smile.
Karen and Martin are completely incompatible in size, but their hands are held together in harmony.
Sharaf watched from the sidelines, showing jealous eyes. He and Martin were also from the orc race, and had a rich friendship, but they had never shook hands so solemnly.
Without a title, there is no status, this is an unchangeable fact.
Suppressing the reluctance in his heart, he secretly told himself that as long as he wins the salt mine in Shining Gold Town and obtains the formula of Coca-Cola, his Wolfe Legion can expand again. When the number exceeds 10,000, the orcs must give him a title.
"Okay, it's tiring to stand up. Martin has a lot of alcohol. I have prepared enough good wine for you." Sharaf stood up and poured the wine.
Karen didn't move. If it was purely with Sharaf, he would take the initiative, but with Martin as an outsider, he had to maintain the majesty of a strong man.
"Nice to meet you, Karen, your salt has helped me a lot." Martin King raised his glass first, "I have a lot of connections in the Orcs, where there is an urgent shortage of salt, steel, magic metal, and of course more important things The most important thing is pennies, we have a lot of room for cooperation, if you want, I can represent the right to sell salt in the wasteland center."
Karen shook her head, "I'm sorry, I really want to hand it over to you, but unfortunately there are already collaborators."
Martin King frowned, "Who?" There was an indelible killing in his words.
"He, we have an agreement. If we want to cooperate, we must clear up the original collaborators."