Chapter 92 An unexpected surprise, returning with a full load
The wetland lizard man led the way, turned two corners, and entered a dilapidated wooden house.
Lear entered the room and glanced around, his eyes staying in the corner.
It was a passage that sloped downwards. There were torches made of grease hung on both sides of the hole. They made a roaring sound from time to time, and dim lights flashed in the air.
The mud stairs lead to the ground, like a beast with its huge mouth ready to devour flesh and blood.
Lear stepped down with some curiosity.
After going about twenty meters deep, we entered the interior of the dungeon.
The underground area is quite spacious, with a diameter of fifty or sixty meters.
The air was filled with the heat of flames, and the temperature increased significantly.
Turning around, I saw that this place was said to be a prison, but it looked more like a blacksmith shop.
Several corners were filled with ores that exuded a metallic luster.
In the central area, the two fires are still alive, and the huge chimney is directly connected to the ceiling, and the smoke generated by the combustion is exhausted.
The air is not stuffy, and you can feel a somewhat cooler breeze blowing from the entrance.
At this moment, Hagas was leading more than a dozen wetland lizardmen warriors, watching over a group of trembling figures standing in the corner.
They were a group of humans with shackles tied around their ankles and faces full of terror.
He is over 1.8 meters tall and his muscles are bulging explosively. He is full of strength and feels a bit like a bodybuilder.
They carried the tools used for forging, hammers, pliers, and fire tongs in their hands.
On the wooden table beside them, dozens of newly formed spear embryos were placed quietly, and they had not yet been forged or sharpened. , pitch black without much luster.
Lear was a little surprised when he saw this.
Good guy, it turns out that the weapons in the hands of the rotten centaur came from here, and the other party actually raised a group of human blacksmiths!
Where did these blacksmiths come from? How could he be captured by a centaur?
While he was doubting, a stout man with a beard took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Crash~
Crash~
There was a clear sound of the iron chains colliding on his feet. He took two steps forward and immediately said with a trembling voice.
"Dear Sir, Brynn of the Hammer Tribe sends his regards."
"Those evil centaurs captured our tribe three months ago. We were captured by them and imprisoned here. We had no choice but to forge weapons for them to survive."
"We are not the same as those centaurs"
Hearing this, Lear curiously checked its properties.
Brin
[Level]: Level 7
[Occupation]: Blacksmith (intermediate level, forging skills increased by 30%)
[Racial Talent]: Strong body, able to perform high-intensity work for a long time, physical strength increased by 70%, recovery speed increased by 50%.
[Skills]: Frye Blacksmithing (2 stars) is proficient in various forging techniques and can forge 2-star level weapons and armor.
Quenching (2 stars) is proficient in several quenching methods. After quenching, the toughness, sharpness, and solidity of weapons and equipment are increased by an additional 35%.
[Evaluation]: The Fry people have a unique inheritance, and their forging skills are even comparable to those of the dwarves.
Frye? !
Lear was a little surprised when he saw the evaluation.
These beings are actually Frye people? !
Fry people are not pure-blooded humans. Although they look similar, they can only be attributed to humanoid beings.
Because the Frey have two hearts and two lungs.
Their unique body structure gives them greater strength.
Coupled with the crazy love and inheritance of these beings for forging, their reputation is very prominent, even comparable to that of dwarves for a period of time.
But a long time ago, these beings offended the God of Forging because they peeked into the extraordinary forging skills. They were cursed by the God and almost disappeared from the world.
I didn't expect to meet him here.
You can imagine the level of a race that can be cursed by God.
In comparison, although the mire people are also craftsmen, they are completely incompetent in front of such a specialized race.
Interest surged.
"The Rotten Centaur has been annihilated by me, and this territory now belongs to Weilu City."
As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and looked at the Fry man in front of him.
"You should know that in the wilderness, the winner will get everything from the loser."
"Now, you are my trophies."
Hearing this, the tall and burly Brin showed a bit of bitterness on his face.
"My lord, can you forgive us? The Longhammer clan will definitely remember your kindness."
Lear's tone was calm.
"Do you think that's possible?"
The other person opened his mouth to say something but couldn't.
If destiny is not in his own hands, what can he use to make demands? !
He turned to look at his companions, let out a long sigh, and fell into silence.
Seeing this, Lear said in a deep voice.
"Fry, I am not interested in your lives, but since they are my trophies, they should provide me with corresponding value."
"If you want me to forgive you, you can, but"
After saying this, all the Fry people turned their heads, their faces full of nervousness.
My heart was in my throat, as if I was in a courtroom, waiting for the judge's final verdict.
"If you want to buy back your own life, then use labor to exchange for it."
"My territory is short of a group of blacksmiths. Work for me for five years in exchange for your lives."
These Fry people looked at each other, and then all looked at the leader, Brin.
The leader felt Lear's unquestionable gaze and nodded directly without any hesitation.
"Sir, we are willing to serve you!"
Moreover, their destiny is in the hands of this human adult. It is already a great surprise to give them a chance. What else can they ask for? !
The weak never have the power to decide.
Lear said meaningfully.
"Believe me, you will be proud of your choice today, and I will stick to my promise. It will be your choice whether to leave or not in five years."
He couldn't estimate how far Weilu City could develop in five years.
If he can't win over a few Fry people after such a long time, then he shouldn't be around anymore.
Adding a time limit is just to lower their psychological defense. He has no interest in forcing them to work with shackles like the rotten centaur.
Watching dramas from time to time, wouldn't it create greater benefits if you are highly motivated and willing to work for him every day?
Feeling the sincerity in his words, the faces of these Fry people softened.
The look he looked at Lear was no longer so conflicting. "Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
Who would want to die if he could live?
If you can be free, who would want to be forced to work?
Lear nodded slightly and looked at Hagus.
"Unshackle them."
Hagus nodded and strode forward, his energy and blood burning, covering the steel knife in his hand.
Even if the Velociraptor Lizard stays outside, his own power is still fierce and terrifying.
Swing the sword and chop it down.
Click~ A crisp sound sounded.
The anklet was easily cut off without any damage to it.
One by one, these Freys were freed.
At this point, the look towards Lear became more kind.
They never expected to be freed from their restraints.
Now, this adult's sincerity was directly and unreservedly displayed.
It’s not that they were deceived. Under the extremely unequal status of the two parties, the person in power only needs to show a little kindness to receive great gratitude. Human nature has always been like this.
When Hagus put away his sword and returned, Lear looked at the ore beside him curiously.
"Where did the centaurs dig these ores from? There are also iron ores nearby?"
Brin, the leader, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Sir, these ores are robbed from us."
"The Longhammer tribe previously occupied a small iron mine, but it has now dried up."
Lear was not disappointed either.
These mined ores are also a good harvest.
"Haggis, take people to move these ores out and let the Bubble Beasts take them away."
As he spoke, he looked at the smelting and forging tools again.
"Take these back too."
When everyone was busy, Lear seemed to have thought of something and asked the Fry leader beside him.
"Bryn, the weapons and armor in Hagus's hands are no longer suitable. Can you make a set tailor-made for him?"
The flesh-and-blood slayer, a divine being, comes with his own flesh-and-blood battle axe, so he doesn't need defensive equipment very much.
Hagus is different. His own attributes are very powerful, but he does not have the abnormal ability of divine beings to resurrect from death. Having suitable weapons can better unleash his power.
Brin said confidently after looking at Haggis for a few times.
"Sir, the forging skills of the Frye people are no worse than those of the dwarves!"
"We can forge the weapons you need as long as there are enough materials!"
Lear nodded with satisfaction.
What you need is this confidence!
Looking at the spears of the Rotten Centaur, you can tell that their forging skills are indeed very good.
With these Freys, the vein just occupied can be put to use.
Arming all the troops in hand will directly increase the combat effectiveness by several levels.
The difference between those with and without equipment was extremely clear during these days of hunting.
After a lot of work, all the ores, forging tools, and unforged spear embryos in the dungeon were removed.
Back on the ground, the corpses of hundreds of rotting centaurs were also collected.
It can be said to be a full harvest.
At this moment, two wetland lizardmen picked up a series of muddy, sweet potato-like fruits and approached.
"Lord, we dug the food you mentioned underground."
Lear's eyes lit up.
Looking at it intently, its attribute panel immediately appeared in my mind.
Blue Heart Mud Fruit
[Level]: 1 star
[Characteristics]: Contains tremendous energy and can meet daily nutritional needs.
[Evaluation]: A plant with high yield.
Lear laughed and was in a good mood.
Finally got it!
The information from more than half a month ago was only completed today, which is not easy.
With the blue heart mud fruit in the bag, the goal this time has been achieved.
These foods will greatly increase the heritage of Weilu City, and its strategic significance is very important.
With Green Grass Granny here, you don’t have to worry about not being able to farm.
In the future, when the army goes out to fight, they will not have to worry about food, which can save a lot of manpower and material resources.
And war is all about logistics.
And today's harvest doesn't stop there - hundreds of rotting centaur corpses will become new nourishment.
Plus today's hunting harvest is enough to train a second cold-blooded cavalry squad.
The biggest surprise was the Freys, the nearly extinct blacksmiths.
It's exciting to think about a race that can be cursed by the God of Forging.
In addition, today's battle also allowed him to intuitively realize the combat effectiveness of the Flesh Slayer.
I accidentally discovered that the combination of this divine being and the Swamp Banshee has miraculous effects.
It gave him more ideas.
Taking it all together, he made a lot of money.
"Dig the entire area and bring back as many blue-heart mud fruits as you can."
"In one hour, return to the territory immediately."
After this harvest is digested, the strength of Weilu City will definitely increase.
In addition, it’s already early in the morning to go back and work for a while, and tomorrow is the 25th. Another update of information.
Double happiness comes, Lear is in a very beautiful mood.
(End of chapter)