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Chapter 135

Anthony fully agreed. He knew Feng Yuzhuang's plan to set up the camp, and he thought that he had no objection, so he simply contributed.

Feng Yu originally tricked Nidia, the only magical militant in the camp, to join the upcoming collection team, but Nidia refused without looking back.

It turned out that Nicole, the cheap aunt, was obsessed with weapon research and had already embarked on the evil path of caliber worship. She ran all the way on this road and couldn't turn back.

Feng Yu is ambitiously opening up the wasteland map, and a large number of goblin airships floated over Cattail City again.

Herbert, who was supervising the training of the team, picked up the magic hunting gun, looked at the goblin airship in the sky with the scope, and said to Marshall, "It's not the group of goblins last time. The logo on the airship is different. Go report to Da. Ren!"

When Feng Yu received the news from Marshall and ran outside, the airship coming from the direction of the Xueding Mountains was already flying over the camp.

"Hurry up and put up the flag, don't let them fly around the camp, go to a special docking place to stop. In addition, notify Jason and Illya, let them go and see what's going on, and teach these goblins what the rules are by the way. .”

Marshall snapped to attention and ran back to call for someone.

Before the goblins started to land, Illya and Jason ran over.

"Teacher, isn't this batch of goblins the original batch?"

"No, it should have come by smell, after all, the goblin caravan of the two brothers Pate is not the only goblin traveling along the line between the Dwarf Kingdom and the Obscure Moon Forest.

Our products are so good, as long as the goblins know, it is impossible not to care. "

Ilya asked: "Then our deal..."

"It's still the same sentence, abide by our rules, the exchange of materials is the priority, and the price of the rest remains the same, first come, first served. The goblins have come down, let's arrange to display the goods!"

Illya and Jason ran over to make arrangements, and Dick also brought Mason to the edge of the wasteland, looked at the goblin caravan on the alluvial plain in the distance, and said, "Look, there will be another good show soon. "

Mason said, "What a good show?"

Dick smiled and said, "Piles of silver coins. The goblins have taken over our three clans for so long, and this time they finally met the nemesis Brother Darren.

Last time, the goblin caravan with thirty or forty airships spent all their silver coins here, and the pile of silver coins was higher than mine.

But it was the Daren brothers who were the most powerful, and distributed the silver coins to the three clans in the camp without blinking an eye. "

Mason said, "That's all?"

"Of course not, it's used to pay each worker's salary." After Dick finished speaking, he shook the animal skin money bag on his waist.

Mason said puzzledly: "Is it your share? What have you been doing? I think you are wandering around the camp every day, so you can't be taking the share of the tribe!"

Dick rolled his eyes and said, "Go away, I, Dick Copperhammer, used to be the chief forging technician of the camp, and later became the captain of the steam fleet, and now I am the chairman of the three-clan council of the camp. Take the money."

Mason widened his eyes and said in surprise: "You are actually the speaker of the dwarves? Doesn't that mean that all the dwarves in the camp are under your control?"

Dick patted Mason's shoulder with a sweet smile, and said, "Old friend, you are wrong to think so, I am not only in charge of the dwarves in the camp, I am responsible for all the dwarves that are related to the Cattail City camp.

In other words, if you want to get along well in the Great Wasteland, you have to follow me in the future, and next time you will call me 'Lord Speaker', remember? "

"Cut, I believe you a wine jar!"

Dick said with a smile: "Don't believe me, your people's work, children's schooling and other arrangements are all through me, and I will record them and hand them over to the council for review and preservation."

Mason curled his lips and said, "It's just you, still record it. May I ask Patriarch Dick, can you write your own name?!"

Dick patted the seal on his waist and said, "I can't write my name, so what? I have a seal! I can't write other words, but there are female elf secretaries in the council, they can read Listen to me!"

Mason was finally sure that the wine jar was not lying. He looked at the proud Dick and said gloomily, "Master, it's late!"

Dick laughed loudly and said, "It's nothing to you if you come early."

"I'll report you to the king when I go back!"

Dick smiled and said: "I won't reveal my identity, but I promise to help you arrange it. The king dares to take the risk of starving you, a master of mines, to come to the Great Wasteland to settle down?!
Have you busted your head in the mines lately, old friend? "

Mason said in surprise, "Does the king know?"

"That's right, I told him everything. It's about the three clans of our dwarves in the wilderness, what else can I lie about!"

Mason fell into a deep speechless, Dick this bastard took off!
While the goblins were still immersed in the super-valuable goods, the great magister Anthony had already soared into the sky, and flew towards the depths of the wasteland amidst the exclamation of the goblins.

The next day, under the astonished gazes of Mason and the goblin, half of the cattail city guards were also fully equipped and set off for the wasteland.

Mason asked Dick, "Are they carrying elf rifles and dwarf rifles?"

Dick nodded: "That's the confidence of the camp, the Great Wasteland is not a snow-capped mountain range, how dare you take over the mountain here if you don't have some guys at hand.

Tomorrow, the fighters of your Juyan clan will be training with live ammunition. I'll take you to see it.

By the way, don't be stingy with the camp in the future, you guy. You should know that it costs a lot to shoot a dwarf musket, let alone a precious rifle.

Your warriors are training here, and Darren didn't say anything, but we dwarves must never forget this friendship. "

Mason nodded, and said, "It's just a matter of speeding up the search for ore. Our Juyan tribe is only capable of making this Darren look good."

"That's not the case. Halflings do well here too. Daren is a human being who has good wine when friends come, and rifles when enemies come.

As long as he is not an enemy of the camp, he is quite easy to talk to. "

Before the Giant Rock Tribe moved to the Great Wasteland, the goblin airship left with the goblins and the camp's goods, and Mason finally saw what Dick said about the piles of money.

Mason looked at the silver coins piled there waiting for the mint to come and take them away, and said, "The goblins have their day too!"

Dick said, "The goblins won't pay, but their new customers will."

Mason asked, "Who?"

Dick pointed to the goblin airship flying towards the southernmost tip of the Snow Peak Mountain Range and said: "Who else, human beings, who makes them the richest?!"

(End of this chapter)