The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 964 Inspection 4
  After walking out of Fate Fortress without any danger, Allen walked back to the broad road with a happy mood. Even the humid climate around him could hardly make him feel irritable.

Allen was very satisfied with what he gained from this trip to the border fortress, and it also made him turn his idea of ​​​​inspecting several other important towns into action, so as to see whether their development was similar to that of Fate Fortress. Just as smooth.

After leaving Fate Fortress and heading northeast for two to three hundred miles, it was the territory of Auror Town. Within two magic seconds of running all the way, Alan could already smell a thick smell of coal smoke, and in front of him The sky was shrouded in a light sapphire blue mist.

When he arrived more than ten miles outside Auror Town, Allen could see several huge chimneys towering into the sky, spewing gray and white smoke, and finally condensed into black clouds above his head.

Swish~~
  It started to rain lightly again, but when the raindrops fell on Allen's exposed skin, they felt a bit stinging. At the same time, after evaporating, they would leave a little bit of gray-brown dust. Obviously, the air quality here was very worrying.

Looking at the surroundings, almost no trace of green breath could be seen. Allen's pupils shrank slightly, but he felt helpless in his heart.

If a tribe wants to be strong, it naturally needs sacrifices, and many of these victims are invisible to ordinary people. For example, the current building looks like it is in full swing, and you can hear the crisp and rhythmic sound of metal beating outside the town. Coming to town.

The population living in Auror Town is much larger than that of Fate Fortress. There are often traders and adventurers coming in and out of the door, carrying large and small luggage on their backs. Many of the luggage are so heavy that it is difficult for people to walk. Once you step down, you can make deep footprints.

Although the population is large, the appearance of the indigenous people coming in and out is not as healthy as that of Fat Fortress. Even in terms of climate and environment, except for the bad air, this Auror Town is far superior to Fat Fortress in other aspects, but the life here is Most of the natives looked pale and coughed one after another.

Regarding the relationship between air quality and physical health, scholars of the Green Field Tribe have long been studying it. At the same time, they have also made suggestions to the tribal leaders and arranged a large number of druids, priests, etc. for treatment in Auror Town. Divine-like spell casters allow the people in the town to obtain effective physical treatment at a relatively low price.

But this is just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. The average physical condition and lifespan of the tribesmen living in Auror Town are the lowest among the many settlements of the Green Field Tribe. However, these survey results are hidden and even ignored by the tribe's senior officials. Dozens of people sealed the area tightly, and the goblin tribesmen at the grassroots level had no idea of ​​the situation.

There is no way. For a tribe, the importance of equipment and equipment casting far exceeds the role of one or two legendary strong men. If Luye wants to maintain its current status and strength, it is impossible to give up Auror Town. All build foundations.

Even for the long-term development of the tribe, the smelting minerals, casting and other majors in Auror Town are still expanding. In the past, there were only dozens or hundreds of craftsmen in Auror Town who could make low-level magic equipment. Now the scale has expanded to more than 2,000. People, this does not include the apprentices who learn under the hands of the master craftsmen.

The town consumes more than 50,000 pounds of steel materials every day, and the equipment and weapons produced are sold throughout the north. Even the Hogia drow further north order equipment from the Green Field Tribe.

Although the pollution environment in the town has not changed much, the scale of the town and the surrounding planning have changed greatly. Among them, there are several roads paved with the residue of cast steel and metal, and the inner city wall that is five to six meters high. At first glance, It's very solid, with a vague magnetic magnetic aura of metal.

Ding Ding Ding! !

clang clang! !

As soon as I walked into the town, the hot smell that hit my face was mixed with the sounds of hammering and hammering. It immediately made people restless, and even the heart beat a little faster.

There are all kinds of businesses in the town, and of course the most popular one is the blacksmith shop. There are four or five blacksmith shop plaques on a street less than 100 meters away. The chimneys are emitting black smoke, and the raging flames follow the stoves. The blower whirred.

The bare-chested iron masters were not afraid of being burned by the red iron chips. They held red iron in one hand and a heavy hammer in the other and hammered on the chopping boards along the street, knocking out balls of shining sparks and shouting rhythmic trumpets. Very heroic.

The goblins and foreign natives we met along the way also wore more rugged and wild charms. Most of the sturdy males wore at most a sleeveless vest, and their chests were not buttoned up, exposing clear muscles.

The Magnets are a little more conservative, but their clothing also shows signs of developing towards those shameless drows. Except for the tight protection of their private parts, other parts are not so particular.

Although everyone was dressed coolly, there was rarely any dirty look in their eyes when they glanced at each other's bodies. Most of them looked generous and calm. Occasionally, someone would make a few jokes about the opposite sex, but they would just get a few scolds, which was not harmful. .

"Hey, my friend, you don't seem to be a compatriot from our Green Field tribe, right?"

After walking two streets in the town, a clever dwarf came up to Allen, and approached Allen with a smile and a friendly tone.

"Are you looking for someone in our town to build equipment, or do you have something good in your hand and want to find someone to take advantage of it?"

"No matter what you want to do, I have the best connections in town, and I will definitely be able to meet your needs, my friend!!"

With the opening of the area around the Cattor Mountains to outsiders, allowing adventurers to come and explore, and the conflicts between the Elf Kingdom and the Wilderness and the Dwarf Kingdom, there are now more and more adventurers in the North.

As there are more adventurers, the demand for various supplies increases. Even though the craftsmanship of the craftsmen in Auror Town is not very good in the wilderness, it is somewhat famous in the North. Therefore, There are many adventurers who bring funds and materials to Auror Town to build suitable equipment or weapons.

A warrior who is pursuing and ambitious must have requirements for the equipment he wears, especially the weapons. Those ordinary standard weapons and equipment can only be used as consumables, but the thing that really makes him eat well is still Only tailor-made equipment with certain miraculous effects can help you avert danger in dangerous situations.

Allen glanced at the young dwarf and replied casually: "I want to find someone to build a set of high-level magic armor. Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Allen actually just asked casually. Although the black dragon scale armor on his body is a bit old and scarred from countless battles, the advantage is that its dragon power special effects fit his fighting style very well, and its defense power is also among the legendary equipment. It wasn't bad, so he didn't think about replacing it. He was more willing to spend some money to repair it again and again.

"what?"

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, with some disbelief in his eyes. A set of high-level magic equipment was worth a lot of money. The compatriot in front of him, wearing a coarse linen robe, didn't seem to have that strength.

But soon, the dwarf re-adjusted his mentality. No matter whether this guy was a liar or not, it was always right to find a way to stabilize the other person first.

"Then you have found the right person. I know two masters here who have created high-end magic equipment. As long as you can afford to pay enough, I can help you introduce them to them."

"Oh, really?"

Allen was slightly surprised. He originally just answered casually and wanted to find some difficulty in sending this little guy away who looked like a broker. He didn't expect that the other party actually had access to a blacksmith who could make Sister Gao's magic equipment!
  "Of course, the masters in our town can't even make legendary equipment, let alone high-end magic equipment!"

The dark-faced dwarf heard the disbelief in Allen's words, and immediately puffed out his chest and responded forcefully. “There are actually masters who can create legendary equipment?”

There are more than 2,000 registered blacksmiths in the town. Allen is not surprised that there is a blacksmith who can create high-level magic equipment. What he was surprised to see before is that even the lowest level brokers can have access to such blacksmiths. This shows that there are not a few such blacksmiths, otherwise they would not be able to establish relationships with these low-level brokers due to their scarcity.

What Allen didn't expect was that the town had now trained blacksmiths who could create legendary equipment, which was so important to the tribe.

There are not many legendary strongmen in the Green Field Tribe, but now there are four official legends and one legendary seed who is about to advance, not to mention the strong ones from the Snowy and Crow Claw tribes in the Green Field Tribe. .

In the past, if they wanted to build equipment, they had to go to Mansha City to find connections and spend huge sums of money to get a chance to get a craftsman to do it, which could not guarantee the quality of the final product. Or they don't want to go to such trouble and directly purchase finished products from the chamber of commerce and auction houses. Those equipments have their own flaws and are not suitable for their own fighting style.

Now that we have a master blacksmith of our own tribe, it means that the strong men in the tribe do not need to go outside to seek for help, and it is easier to improve their own strength.

"Then take me to meet the master who created the legendary costume. Can you do it?"

Allen dug into his arms, and when he reappeared in front of the dwarf, there was a sapphire in the palm of his hand. The dwarf, who didn't know his name, immediately brightened up and couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls. saliva.

"That.me."

The young dwarf's eyes showed a sign of struggle, and he spoke intermittently. Finally, he said a few words: "I'm sorry, I really don't have the ability to contact that master."

"But my friend, if you really just want to build a set of high-level armor, there is no need to go to that master. His production fee is really not low. It is not worth it to go to him for a set of high-level armor."

"The two blacksmith masters I introduced to you may not be able to create legendary equipment, but the high-level armor crafted by them will definitely not be any worse than any other master."

The dwarf was somewhat self-conscious, and did not dare to tell lies because he was blinded by the sapphire worth fifty gold coins in Allen's hand. Instead, he persuaded Allen more honestly.

"Forget it, I'll just go shopping again!!"

When Allen heard this, he stopped being amused by the little guy. The sapphire in his hand flew straight to the dwarf, and was caught by him with quick eyes and hands.

"Friend, what are you doing?"

The dwarf was still a little shocked. He didn't expect that he was so lucky to meet such a generous customer this time. He was rewarded with such a large gemstone for doing nothing, which was almost worth ten years of his salary.

Just when he was wondering if he was dreaming, the dwarf's eyes suddenly blurred, and the fellow bugbears wearing masks disappeared in front of him. When he came back to his senses and looked around, there was no trace of Allen.

He unfolded the smoke and walked away from the lucky tribesman. Allen didn't feel sorry for the sapphire he rewarded the other person at all. Anyway, the wealth of this shoe will eventually circulate in the tribe. Maybe this lucky little guy will get this windfall. Then he can invest it in his own family's bloodline, and maybe eventually cultivate a legendary seed for the tribe.

In a blink of an eye, Allen arrived in front of a majestic fortress-like castle in the inner city. Then he took off the mask on his face and rushed in with a raised leg.

The two soldiers guarding the door were caught off guard and had no time to stop them. They were thrown behind Le by Allen. Just when their expressions changed drastically and they wanted to issue a warning, Allen turned around and glared at the two soldiers. It immediately stirred up huge waves in their hearts, and the powerful mental pressure almost knocked them out.

After a little punishment to the two soldiers who were distracted while on duty, Allen quickly found the room where the mayor worked daily and kicked the closed door. With a loud bang, one of the soldiers inside was holding a The hobgoblin, who was tasting fine wine in a crystal cup, was startled. He raised his head and was about to scold: "You don't have eyes."

"Clan leader!!"

He only uttered three curse words. The elderly hobgoblin who saw the intruder's face clearly showed an expression of shock and panic. He stood up and was about to greet him, but his hands and feet were weak because of his own fear. He stepped out. It was as if the leg had stepped on cotton and fell straight into the mud.

"What's the matter, mayor?"

"occur."

The goblins working in other offices in the building heard the noise coming from the mayor's office and rushed here one after another.

"Go back and do your own thing, I'm fine!!"

The hobgoblin had retired from his position of power in Namur Fortress. Although he had not met Allen many times, he was very familiar with Allen's character. He got up from the ground in a hurry and roared, without waiting for his subordinates to arrive. In front of the door of his room, he drove them back.

"Chief, why are you in town?"

He cautiously walked up to Allen, led him to his previous seat, and asked Allen nervously, still full of fear.

"I'm not welcome?"

Allen looked at the 50-year-old goblin who was somewhat impressed but not impressed. He picked up the half-filled bottle of red wine on the other side's table and brought it to his mouth to smell it.

"No, no, we have been waiting for you, patriarch, to inspect the land!!"

Sweat could not stop oozing from the face and body of the hobgoblin, soaking his expensive silk clothes in just a few dozen seconds.

(End of this chapter)