I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

Want something to eat?Go kill your neighbors!

Don't want to hurt the same race, want to grab the kingdom?Just a few of you, is it useful?

Are you going to hang on and talk about it later?It doesn't exist, weapons are exchanged for food, if you don't kill your neighbors, just wait for the collective to starve to death!

Why don't you change your weapon at all?Hehe, if you don't change it, guess if your neighbor will change it...

And weapons are very fragile and valuable items, only those professional mercenaries can afford to maintain a real long sword.

Oiling, sanding, tempering, forging... everything is money.

The simple brains and thick fingers of the orcs simply couldn't do such a job.

Therefore, this brought continuous protection to Jianjue Province's arms export business.The harvested food mixed with corpses does not need to be transported back, it is directly poisoned and thrown on the Great Plains...

No one in the human world has discovered such a big shortcoming of the orcs for so many years?In other words, they didn't think about it at all.

Maybe there will be a brave and farsighted orc tribe who can discover this kind of conspiracy in the human world, but by then it will be too late.

After all, orcs have a tradition of fighting among themselves.

Ada thought of the abandoned orc village that she had encountered before, which was obviously destroyed by other orc tribes. As for the population, where did it go?it goes without saying.

Under the midwinter, not a single blade of grass grows, how can the hungry orcs survive?If you want to stay alive, you can only attack your own family.

So...hehe, do you want a weapon?If you hold this epee, the bone stick on the opposite side will break at once, okay?Two sets of armor?

Come on, roll up!

The entire northern land is rolled up by Lao Tzu!

And the most risky part of the plan, smuggling and communicating with the tribes, can be carried out by the half-bloods of Stonetalon Mountain.

Look at the half-bloods on Stonetalon Mountain now, they have been deeply implanted by the ruler with a concept: exchange labor for food.

This fucking isn't the best mercenary, what else could it be?

Regardless of what the so-called Dragon Claw's future plans are, as long as he is killed first, usurped the ruling power of Stoneclaw Mountain, and continues to maintain this concept of labor, wouldn't Jianjue Province gain a powerful ally for nothing?

Ada suddenly became excited, feeling like a mastermind behind the scenes, remotely participating in politics and state affairs.

Chapter 291. The Ironborn Tribe

A few people followed the slave trader, and finally saw the signs of the orc village in the snowstorm.

Several long-extinguished torches were planted in all directions of the village. There were no fences or any protective measures. Dozens of wooden houses and more tents were randomly scattered around.There is a long house in the center that is ventilated on all sides, which should be the residence of the village chief.

No one stopped them, and Ada and his party followed the slave trader unimpeded until they reached the front of the longhouse, under the totem of the dead tree with iron sheets hanging on it.

The orc children watched the visitors curiously, while the adults tried their best to restrain them and prevent them from running around.

They pointed and spoke a simple, but distinctly different language from Common in low, rapid tones.

Everything is similar to ordinary human villages, except that the skin color of the onlookers is slightly different.

Contrary to Ada's cognition, the skin color of the orcs here turned out to be khaki, with tattoos that looked like cracks, but their stature was as tall as ever, and no matter men, women, old or young, they were all bare-chested, and they were not afraid of the severe cold .

The embarrassing eyes didn't know where to look, so he could only lower his head and squat on the ground to play in the snow, shy like a child who didn't grow up.

"By the way, how did you find your way in the snow?"

Mu Ren asked about the leader of the smugglers that he was familiar with, and watched other smugglers unloading goods from the car, and waved for Chou Chou to come forward to help.

Chop Cho walked over with his head bowed and his waist bowed.

The leader looked at the ogre, and first laughed softly: "Adolescence, huh?"

Then he took out the compass and map from his pocket, pointed to his own brain, and replied, "Tools and experience."

"Can I borrow a copy of this map?"

Ada came and asked while pointing at the map.

This thing has a great effect on her future plans.

"Of course, yes." The leader was very happy, and provided the girl with a pen and paper, and said: "Remember to ask the local elders to update every time you go to a village. Fights are very frequent."

"Uuuuuu-"

Ada nodded indiscriminately, spread out the map, and looked at the scribbles and changes on it, which recorded part of the terrain of the Saibei Plain.

There is a red cross freshly crossed out with a red pen on it, and there was originally a village mark, maybe it was the abandoned village that his group had just passed by.

Following this mark, Ada quickly found her location.

This thing is really good.

She raised her head, looked around, and then randomly picked a hapless ghost: "Xiao Huang, come here~"

The half-elf, who was looking around curiously, froze for a moment, and pointed to himself: "Are you calling me?"

Why is this newcomer so disrespectful!

But thinking of the opponent's ability to defeat the Lion Man head-on, he walked over patiently: "Why?"

"Come on, copy this, remember to write better."

Ada handed over the map, pen and paper.

"Why don't you come by yourself!" Golden Eye was angry: "It was your idea to run to this ghost place!"

"I'm lazy!" Ada replied confidently.

Golden Eye was stunned by the girl's righteous look for a while, speechless.

Seeing the discontent of the half-elf, Ada decided to strike a winning blow.

She raised her voice to the screen blade and shouted: "Sister, I want Golden Eye to do me a favor~"

Who are you calling big sister?Golden Eyes glared at Ida, should the newcomer just call the boss honestly?

Just as she was about to speak out to teach the girl the concept of hierarchy, she heard an order from the screen blade next to her: "Golden Eye, listen to Miss Ada more, and do whatever she asks you to do."

Why!In this way, wouldn't I, the veteran, become the lowest-level member of the team?

Just as Golden Eye was about to refute, he was forced to stuff a map, paper and pen into his arms, and then watched the annoying ghost raise his hands and cheered and ran towards the elf: "Long live~ Go lazy~"

hateful!

The half-elf took another look at Muren who was chatting happily with the smuggling leader, swallowed angrily, and put the map into his arms.

Sooner or later, I will take revenge!

His thinking is the same as most people who have had contact with girls.

In the end, I will be like most people, swallowing my grievances... I just get used to it.

At this moment, a hunchbacked, obviously old orc came, surrounded by several female orcs.

He stood by the ox cart and stopped the smugglers from unloading.

Seeing his behavior like this, the leader was a little puzzled: "Are you...?"

"We don't have much ore on hand, so we can only eat the goods that have been unloaded now... Maybe we still need a discount."

The old orc explained.

His lingua franca had a strange accent, and many scales were missing.But it was spoken slowly, supplemented by gestures, enough to be understood.

"what happened?"

The smugglers also spoke very slowly.

The two of them are like babbling children.

"The mine is occupied by a group of strong orcs from the north and has become a lair. We can't get in."

The old orc spoke a few words and introduced the situation.

"Orcs?" The leader said hurriedly, "We also encountered a wave of orcs' surprise attack just now."

"Well, they came fiercely. The Qi and Xiu tribes took refuge, and the Lan tribe resisted and were razed. We, the Ironmen, will never surrender."

The old orc glanced at the iron plate hanging on the dead totem tree, and straightened his bent back.

Then he glanced at the corpses loaded on the smuggler's cart, counted them, and exclaimed, "Amazing, you saved the cargo during the orc raid, and killed a few more."

"We died more." The leader pointed to Mu Ren: "And thanks to their timely help."

"Oh? Aren't you guys here together?" The old orc looked at Muren: "What are you guys selling?"

In his perception, all human beings who came to the extreme north were to smuggle and make a fortune.

Otherwise, what are you doing here?Food for orcs?

Mu Renxin said that we wanted to catch a few unlucky ghosts and go back to Stonetalon Mountain to become gladiators, so we wouldn't sell anything. Just as he was about to shake his head, Ada grabbed it:

"We sell weapons, do you know about weapons, the kind that cut people with a click."

The old orc's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head again: "Human weapons are too small to be useful."

"No, no, no," Ada shook her head repeatedly, and patted Shen Ying on the shoulder: "It's not small!"

Then he patted his chest and gave a thumbs up: "It's big, specially made for you."

Shen Ying frowned, always felt that there was something in the friend's words?

It doesn't matter, it's definitely okay to fight first when there is no one else.

"Big weapon! How many ores!"

The old orc's eyes lit up, his back straightened suddenly, and he made a sound of 'click, click, click'.

Even the pointing discussions of other orcs around them disappeared, replaced by uniform, dull panting sounds.

They desperately need a real weapon.

With that kind of equipment made of steel, iron people can be called iron people!

However, Ada waved her hand and prolonged her voice, suffocating the appetite of the orcs: "I don't want ore, I want food in exchange... But I haven't figured out the specific plan yet, and I will give you the answer later."

She had to confirm whether her strategy was feasible before going back to persuade Messiah, the little queen with a very aggressive external strategy, and finally to use the brains of those court ministers to come up with a practical plan.

"Food...?" The old orc muttered to himself first, and was silent for a while.

But immediately looked at the corpses piled up on the cart, and nodded vigorously: "Food!"

By waving his arms and yelling something in the orc language, the surrounding Iron Nation orcs immediately rushed around cheering.

While Ada and the others were still at a loss as to what was going on, the old orc pointed to the longhouse with one hand and said to them, "Come, let's hold a banquet, welcome."

Chapter 292. Little Tadpoles

In the hall that is ventilated on all sides, several huge square fire pits are burning hot, and various parts of various creatures are placed on them.

As for what kind of creature it was, these humans simply didn't dare to think about it.

Fortunately, the orcs still have a bit of hospitality. On top of their 'pit' is an animal with an extremely long tongue, similar in appearance to a dog, but without any hair.

"Blood Hound, this one should have injured its leg during the battle and was eliminated."

The leader of the smugglers pointed to the creature's missing leg and introduced.

"No, it's obvious that this place was cut down after death, probably it was used to feed children..."

Ada shook her head and retorted firmly.

Seeing her confident appearance, her companions cast contemptuous glances at her—who can see such a thing?Do you think you are really a master of magic, can you perform prophecy?They know this girl too well, and there is a [-]% probability that the speculation just now is a lie, in order to pretend to be in front of others.

But the smugglers didn't understand the girl's temper for the time being, and they cast admiring glances one after another.

"Can you see this too?" The leader cupped his hands to the girl: "It's a great master!"

"Natural, thank you."

Ada waved her hands again and again, not knowing how to be humble at all, and her face was full of complacency.

It's just that the focus of the eyes is clearly not on the leader's face.

The companions followed her line of sight and saw an orc child holding a dog's leg until his mouth was dripping with oil.

When he looked at Ada again, the contemptuous look became even more contemptuous.

Wouldn't your conscience ache if you used this kind of thing that would be exposed casually as a pretense?