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Anthony agreed wholeheartedly. He knew Feng Yu's plan to expand the camp, and thought that he had no objections anymore and simply contributed.

Feng Yu originally tried to trick Nidia, the only magic militant in the camp, to join the soon-to-be-formed liquidation team, but Nidia refused without looking back.

It turns out that Nicole, this cheap aunt, was obsessed with weapons research and had embarked on the evil path of caliber worship. She was running wildly on this road and could not look back.

Feng Yu was working on an ambitious wasteland map, and a large number of goblin airships floated over Cattail City again.

Herbert, who was supervising the team's training, casually picked up the demon hunting gun, looked at the goblin airship in the sky with the sight glass, and said to Marshall: "It's not the last batch of goblins. The logo on the airship is different. Go report it." "Lunba"

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

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

Marshall snapped to attention and ran back to call someone.

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

"Teacher, this batch of goblins is not the original batch."

"No, I should have come here because of the smell. After all, the goblin caravan of the two Pate brothers is not the only goblin that takes the route between the Dwarf Kingdom and the Hazy Moon Forest.

Our products are so good, as long as the goblins know about them, there is no way they won’t be interested in them. "

Illya asked: "What about our deal?"

"As I said before, abide by our rules, priority is given to material exchange, the remaining prices remain unchanged, first come first served. The goblins are down, let's arrange to display the goods."

Illya and Jason ran over to make arrangements, and Dick also took Mason to the edge of the wasteland. Looking at the goblin caravan on the alluvial plain in the distance, he said: "Look, there should be something good to see again soon. "

Mason said: "What a show"

Dick smiled and said: "There are piles of silver coins. The goblins have preyed on our three tribes for so long, and this time they finally met their nemesis, Brother Darren.

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

However, Brother Darren was still very powerful. He distributed the silver coins to the three tribes in the camp without blinking an eye. "

"That's it," Mason said.

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

Mason said in confusion: "What have you done if you have your share? I see you wandering around the camp every day. Could it be that you took the tribe's share?"

Dick rolled his eyes and said: "Get out of here, I, Mr. Dick. Copperhammer, was originally the chief forging technician of the camp, and later became the captain of the steamship fleet. Now I am the dwarf speaker of the three tribes council in the camp. I rely on my ability. Take the money.”

Mason's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "You are actually the Speaker of the Dwarf Tribe. Doesn't that mean that all the dwarves in the camp are under your control?"

Dick patted Mason's shoulder with a honeyed smile and said, "Old friend, you are wrong to think that way. Not only do I manage the dwarves in the camp, but all the dwarves who have anything to do with the Cattail City camp are under my responsibility.

In other words, if you want to get along well in the wilderness, you have to follow me in the future. Next time, call me Mr. Speaker, remember?"

"Tch, I believe you are a wine can"

Dick smiled and said: "Don't believe it, your people's work, children's schooling, etc. arrangements all have to go through me, and I will also record them and give them to the parliament to browse and save."

Mason curled his lips and said: "You are the only one who still records it. May I ask Chief Dick, can you write your own name?"

Dick patted the seal on his waist and said: "I can't write my own name, so why do I have a seal? I can't write other words, but there are female elf secretaries in the parliament, and they can read it to me. listen"

Mason was finally sure that the wine jar was not lying. He looked at the proud Dick and said depressedly: "My lord, you're late."

Dick laughed loudly and said, "It's nothing to do with you being early."

"I will report you to the king when you get back."

Dick smiled and said: "I won't disclose my identity, but I guarantee that I can help you make arrangements. The king dares to risk starving you, the mine master, to settle down in the wilderness."

Old friend, did you hit your head in the mine recently?"

Mason said in surprise: "The king knows it."

"Yes, I told him. It concerns the three clans of our dwarves in the wilderness. What else can I say?"

Mason fell into deep silence. Dick, this bastard, took off.

While the goblins were still immersed in the value-for-money products, Archmage Anthony had already risen into the sky, flying towards the depths of the wasteland amidst the exclamations of the goblins.

The next day, under the astonished eyes of Mason and Goblin, half of the Cattail City Guards were fully equipped and headed for the wasteland.

Mason asked Dick: "They are carrying elf rifles and dwarf rifles, right?"

Dick nodded: "That's the confidence of the camp. The Great Wasteland is not a snow-capped mountain range. If you don't have some people on hand, how can you dare to dominate the mountain here?

Tomorrow you, the warriors of the Giant Rock Clan, will have live-fire training. I will take you to see it.

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

Your warriors are training here, Darren said nothing, but we dwarves cannot forget this friendship. "

Mason nodded and said: "Just step up the search for minerals. This is the only skill of our Giant Rock Tribe that makes Darren appreciate it."

"That's not the case, don't halflings get along well here? Darren, a human, 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 could move to the wilderness, the goblin airship left loaded with goblins and camp merchandise, and Mason finally saw what Dick said was the pile of money.

Mason looked at the silver coins piled there waiting for the mint to come and take them away and said: "The goblins also have this day."

Dick said: "The goblins can't afford to pay, but their new customers will suffer."

Mason asked, "Who?"

Dick pointed at the goblin airship flying towards the southernmost tip of the Snowtop Mountains and said: "Who else can it be? Humans, who makes them the richest?"