Black Dragon Kingdom

"bump!"

Musa Kalim slapped hard on the stone guardrail, and said angrily: "These elves are too deceitful."

"I gave them all the extraordinary weapon treasury, but they didn't even let go of the wine storehouse."

Musa Kalim's eyes were red with anger, and the anger rushed into his head.

They don't need the extraordinary mines, they don't need the extraordinary weapon arsenal, and they can even reluctantly let go of those golden gold coins, but they must not be without wine.

It was his life.

"Follow me, the wine in the wine store must not be dragged away by them."

Musa Kalim flew down from the top of the castle and quickly headed for the wine cellar.

The twelve dwarf nobles hurriedly followed one by one.

The southern area of ​​the dwarven castle.

The legendary saint Delia rarely showed a happy smile, and looked at the various wine barrels pulled out from the wine cellar with a strong aroma.

Countless dwarves gathered, and they stared at the boss, looking angrily at this group of elves who took away the treasures that his dwarves needed most.

"Elves, don't go too far."

The dwarf legend Musa Kalim brought twelve noble dwarves down from the sky, and said with anger in his tone.

As a dwarf addicted to alcohol, taking his wine is actually equivalent to taking half of his life.

The 100,000 dwarves in the alpine dwarf tribe consume a lot of alcohol every day. If there is no alcohol, those tribesmen will go crazy, they will not be able to work hard, and the weapons they forge are all defective products.

Therefore, he must not let these elves remove their wine.

"Musa Kalim, it is the order of His Majesty the Dragon to transport all useful materials back to the nut tree plantation for storage."

"I'm just following orders!"

Delia said in a businesslike tone with a hint of happiness.

Just as the dwarves got the right to assign the work of the elves, they will arrange the elves to the dirtiest area to disgust the elves.

The elves also make the dwarves miserable, take all their wine away, let their addiction explode, but they can't drink at all.

Hearing the word giant dragon, Musa Kalim's head, which was originally full of anger, instantly sobered up.

He doesn't care much about this elf, but he can't help but care about more than seventy legendary dragons.

After all, the other party can destroy him and his tribe at will, and it doesn't matter whether he wants to or not.

Musa Kalim's tone softened and said: "You know the situation of our dwarves. There is no wine, and the weapons that are cast are some defective products, and the quality has dropped greatly."

"I think His Majesty the Dragon Sect will never allow such a thing to happen."

"Don't forget that our weapons can be sold for money."

Musa Kalim made the point.

Now that their alpine dwarf tribe has taken refuge in the giant dragon, according to past experience, they will definitely be assigned to forging weapons.

This can not only provide a large number of weapons for the fighters under the dragon, but also improve the opponent's combat effectiveness.

And weapons can still be sold, a set of armor can easily be sold for dozens of gold coins.

Master them, master a cornucopia completely.

And without wine, their forging efficiency will be greatly reduced, which will cause the dragon to lose a large amount of property invisibly.

He believed that the giant dragon would never allow such a thing to happen.

Delia said indifferently: "You can rest assured that in my hands, you will definitely create more benefits for His Majesty the Dragon."

As a legendary saint, she certainly knows what will happen to the dwarves if they run out of wine.

But this kind of thing is a small matter to her.

During the months of living in the Dragon Alliance, he found that the pandaren system was especially suitable for this group of dwarves.

No matter how much work you do, you will be given as much food, and if you don't work, you will have no food, except of course if you are sick.

She can use this system completely. She will give as much wine as the dwarf knocks out as many weapons. I believe that under this system, the production efficiency of the other party will definitely be greatly improved.

"Why do I have a bad premonition!"

Looking at the smiling Elven Legendary Saint, Musa Kalim said uneasy in his heart.

A few days later, the surging furnace was lit again, and countless strong dwarves entered their blacksmith shop.

In a blacksmith's shop to the south, a dwarf with a big beard brought his son and wife and lit the stove.

Looking at the red charcoal fire exuding thick and high temperature, the bearded dwarf felt a little weak.

Pick up the iron tongs, pick up a piece of iron that is still full of impurities, and throw it into the charcoal fire.

The family got to work.

Those who pulled the bellows pulled the bellows, those who hammered the iron block hammered the iron block, and the sound of clang clang clang was endless.

Half a day later, the weak dwarf family took three times longer than usual to shoot a long knife that was of worse quality than before.

"Mother, you look at the stove, I'll go and hand in the knife."

After casually confessing, the bearded dwarf headed towards the warehouse with a knife.

Crossing a few streets made of stone slabs, looking at a few elves sitting on stools at the warehouse door in the distance, the bearded dwarf walked over without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The iron knife fell.

"An iron knife."

The bearded dwarf's tone was a little uncomfortable, his nostrils were turned upside down, and he didn't want to say a word to the elf at all.

The three elves who were responsible for collecting dwarf weapons didn't care about the bearded dwarf's attitude.

He picked up the iron knife, checked it, and nodded at the same time.

"A high-quality iron knife!"

"It can be exchanged for ten catties of food and a small pot of wine!"

The bearded dwarf was taken aback, what did he just hear?

Ten catties of food and a small jug of wine.

A few minutes later, the bearded dwarf wandered away with ten catties of grain on his back and a small bottle of wine, feeling a little confused.

He couldn't figure out what these elves were going to do.

He obviously dragged away all the wine from their alpine dwarf tribe, but why did he hand over a barely passable iron knife, and gave him ten catties of grain and a small bottle of wine.

Is the treatment so good?

Shrewd, he figured it out by himself. With the speed at which he and his family of five dwarves forged weapons, he could forge four iron knives a day, and a set of relatively sophisticated iron armor in a week. two sets.

According to the news obtained by impressing the elves just now, a set of ordinary high-quality iron armor can be exchanged for one hundred catties of grain and a large barrel of oak wine.

Enough food is enough, but a large barrel of oak wine is hundreds of times more than the small bottle of wine in his hand.

He found that, within a month, as long as the members of his family forged four sets of relatively sophisticated iron armor, they would not have to worry about food and clothing, as well as four large barrels of oak wine to drink.

Life is better than before.