Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 175 Wuhan Steel

"What kind of ore do you and Dulong want? How much?"

Mo Lin didn't forget the purpose of this trip. He came out with all his strength, just for the mine. Now he didn't get any benefits, not to mention his own injuries, and the Sword God Legion was also disabled. If he couldn't get enough benefits, he They will never let it go. If necessary, they will regroup and wipe out Rob's tribe, and they will not hesitate.

"Five catties a month, black iron ore."

"what?"

Mo Lin raised his eyebrows. The weapons used by martial arts are divided into mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, and holy weapons. Ordinary weapons are also divided into three grades. Mixed with some black iron, in terms of quality, it is the lowest grade. This kind of broken copper and rotten iron, the ore that no one picks up after throwing it on the street costs five catties a month?What's the difference between this and don't?
"Aren't you kidding me? What can five catties of black iron ore do!"

Mo Lin was on fire, this Rob looked stupid, he didn't even blink his eyes when he was deceiving people, I really underestimated him.

At this time, a bandit suddenly spoke.

"Master, the black iron ore they are talking about is not black iron. That is what the black spirits call it. It is not called that name outside."

The bandit was about 40 years old, with small round eyes and a shrewd face. He was one of the few bandits who were not injured.

"What's that called?"

Mo Lin stared at the bandit coldly, with a cold killing intent rising in his eyes.

"It's called Wuhan Steel."

"Wuhan Steel!"

Mo Lin's eyes widened instantly.

Even people who don't know anything about refining weapons know what Wuhan steel is. It is a kind of metal necessary for forging low-grade spiritual weapons. It is said that there are not many mines in this Yunlan country that can produce this kind of ore. Known as one of the four major sects, it only owns two mines. It is still a poor mine, and its annual output is only a hundred catties.

Wang Ba, who had been hiding silently because of an intelligence error, was also agitated. He took two steps forward, grabbed the bandit's pants, and said in a trembling voice, "What you said is true? This mine produces Wuhan steel." ?”

The middle-aged bandit looked down at Wang Ba, and murmured in his heart about the members of Mo Lin's team. The 56 barbarian warriors were led by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and there was another one who was so charming that he couldn't even kill anyone. The white-clothed witch who didn't even bat an eye was accompanying her, and paired with this little dwarf, it was simply wonderful.

However, he didn't dare to underestimate Wang Ba. He was a prisoner now, and he didn't know how the other party would deal with him. The reason why he took the initiative to come forward was to please Mo Lin and save his life.

"It's absolutely true, don't dare to deceive the uncle."

After questioning Mo Lin, he learned that the middle-aged bandit was named Ge Liu, he was the second in command of the bandit, and he was also Dulong's military adviser, and it was his idea to win over the Hei Jing tribe.

Wu Hangang's news was completely beyond Mo Lin's expectations. What kind of poor mine is this? The Wuhan steel veins can only be found at a depth of 200 meters.

Surprised, Mo Lin followed Rob into the mine, only to find that there is a hidden cave inside. There are exquisite houses in it. The decoration is more luxurious than the houses of rich people. The outside is layered with black martial arts. The stone walls are built, and every few tens of meters there is an arrow tower that can install a city defense crossbow, just like an underground fortress.

There are still some bandit minions in the mine, and dozens of women who were snatched by the bandits in the castle. After learning that Dulong was killed, they gave up their resistance and obediently waited for Mo Lin's sentence.

After getting Mo Lin's promise to only accept five catties of Wuhan Steel every month, Rob took him into the gathering place of the black spirit tribe deep underground.

Their cave was more than 300 meters underground, where Molin saw more than 30 black spirit demons. From the height of their bodies and the degree of bulge of their chests, Mo Lin knew that they were all women and children of the black spirit tribe.

From Rob's words, Mo Lin knew that the lifespan of a Black Essence is about 30 years old, and that it takes about [-] years for a child to grow from birth to adulthood, and every woman of the Black Essence can only have one child in her lifetime. The shackles that limit the development of the tribe.

Walking in Molin's cave in the black spirit tribe is very uncomfortable. There is always an indescribable feeling of depression, just like some corrupt officials in the fish and meat village inspecting the people's conditions. To the underground castle.

Seeing that Mo Lin was happy, Wang Ba had enough confidence, "My lord, I'm right, there will definitely be unexpected surprises when the mine is recovered this time, how about it, let me say it right?"

Wang Ba looked at Mo Lin with an expression of asking for credit, annoyed and funny.

"When did you say that? If it wasn't for your intelligence error, would we have suffered such a big loss? If a member of the Sword God Legion dies, let's see how I deal with you."

Wang Ba shrinks his neck in fright, but he doesn't think so in his heart. Barbarian warriors are precious, but no matter how precious they are, they can't compare to the black spirit demon and Wuhan steel. If five catties of Wuhan steel are replaced with soul stones, at least they can buy Ten martial slaves who are no less powerful than the soldiers of the Sword God Legion. Besides, the nine adult black spirit demons all have the fighting power of the fifth level of the Soul Yuan Realm. Isn't it thanks to Wang Ba's proposal?
Mo Lin was very happy. Five catties of Wuhan steel was enough to refine three low-grade spirit weapons. At the auction, each piece could be sold for [-] low-grade soul stones. It can be sold for three or four thousand.

The income of 300 low-grade soul stones a month is definitely not a small sum for a bandit team of more than [-] people.

"My lord, what to do with those captives?"

After Mo Lin sorted out today's harvest, Wang Ba came over and said.

"What do you think?"

Originally, Mo Lin came to the mine with the intention of killing all the bandits, but he didn't know that the plan didn't change quickly. As soon as the Sword God Legion went out to fight, they encountered difficulties and suffered heavy losses. If they continue to fight, they still don't know As a result, they had no choice but to use Rob's mouth to let the two sides cease fighting.

As soon as Dulong died, the bandits had no leader, and they lost their positions. Seeing that the Black Spirit Tribe had withdrawn from the battlefield again, letting them face the Sword Body Legion alone would only lead to death, so they put down their weapons and obediently became prisoners.

Wang Ba's face was slightly condensed, and he said: "Bandits rob males and females. They do all kinds of crimes, and they all deserve death. Therefore, the best way to deal with them is to kill them all."

Mo Lin frowned, shook his head and said, "No, no matter what they did before, they are now my captives. I can't kill captives."

"Then what do you mean?" Wang Ba hesitated.

Mo Lin glanced at a mine not far away, and said: "Under this barren mountain, I don't believe that we have to fulfill the agreement with the Black Spirit Tribe just for this one mine vein. We don't move their mine source, but that doesn't mean Veins in other places cannot be dug.”

Wang Ba's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said: "I understand, let's do it now."

(End of this chapter)