Chapter 374 Slave Trade with Centaurs

Rodis held his forehead with his hand, feeling a little headache: "Tell me, is the news brought back by Booker true?"

"Chief, I am willing to take people to test it." Sulilun made up his mind and proposed to Roddis.

"You have to think clearly, that is the base camp of humans. If the other party is not sincere, you will die." Roddis stared at Sulilun and said in a deep voice.

"Chief, if there are no weapons, even if our warriors fight ten to one, they will eventually fail and be eaten by the gray goblins, so I am willing to test it with my life."

"Even if the human bids twice as much as the dwarf, I am willing to buy it."

Rodis stepped forward, put his head against Sulilun's head, and said seriously: "I will wait for you for a month at most. If you don't come back after a month, I can only lead my people to migrate south."

"May my God protect you."

"Take care, Chief."

Sulilun took the token from Rodis, stepped back three steps, crossed his hands, placed them on his chest, bowed his head and saluted, and then left the tent.

He came to his tribe, selected 300 centaur archers, and headed northeast.

The day after Sulilun left, Rodis began to mobilize the troops left behind in Black Kiln Mountain, led them personally, defeated the gray goblins in the west, and crushed the conspiracy of this group of worms.

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One hundred kilometers away from the camp, Sulilun and his men were surrounded. If they had not shown the token in time, they would have been beheaded.

“You guys come back to the camp for now. I will decide your destination after communicating with the 135th Legion.” A middle-aged noble checked the token in his hand and said to Sulilun.

“Thank you, sir.” Sulilun breathed a sigh of relief. The human in front of him was reasonable, otherwise he would have been dead.

Back to the garrison, the middle-aged noble reported the situation to Russell, the commander of the 134th Legion.

“Send someone to inform Commander Weilin immediately and ask about the situation. If this group of centaurs dare to deceive us, let them die without a complete body.”

“Yes, commander.”

Eight hours later, when Weilin received the news, he couldn’t wait to tell the messenger to go back and tell their commander to send this group of centaurs to the camp, and at the same time let him tell Russell that he wanted to host a banquet for them after the mission was completed.

Russell, who got the news, looked at the herald and asked again: "The other party really said that they would hold a banquet for me after the mission is over."

"Yes, sir, Commander Weilin told his subordinates personally." The herald confirmed again.

"Very good, you have worked hard." Russell smiled, patted the herald on the shoulder, turned to his guardian knight and said, "Reward him ten gold coins."

"Thank you, Commander."

The herald was overjoyed and said respectfully.

I didn't expect that just delivering a message, which was my job, would get a reward of ten gold coins. It was really a pie in the sky. For him, a bronze mid-level warrior, it was equivalent to his three months of military pay.

Two days later, Surilon and his group of centaurs were sent to the camp.

Welin stood at the gate of the camp, looking at the centaurs that appeared in his sight. The leading centaur was of the gold rank, and he was very satisfied.

This shows that the centaurs attach great importance to this transaction, otherwise they would also send a mainstay over.

"Centaur Sulilun greets you." Sulilun came to Weilin, crossed his hands, and bowed.

Weilin introduced himself and invited Sulilun to his tent.

"Lord Weilin, we need a batch of weapons, and the price is negotiable." Sulilun did not say anything polite, and directly stated the purpose of this trip.

Seeing this, Weilin did not beat around the bush and answered: "I have a batch of dwarf weapons, more than 50,000 pieces, I wonder if you can eat them."

"Can you sell your weapons?"

Compared with those dwarf weapons, the weapons prepared by the human army are more suitable for centaurs.

"No."

Weilin refused without hesitation. Although his uncle could suppress the sale of weapons in the army, he did not need to do it.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Sulilun felt a little bitter. The other party was of high status and did not look like a greedy person. He was so young that he reached this position and was stronger than himself. There was really no need to do such a thing.

"Sir, I wonder how many magic crystals are worth a dwarf weapon in your hands." Sulilun also risked his life. It was better to have it than not to have it. The war between them and the gray goblins was urgent. As long as it was a weapon, it could be transformed into their fighting power.

"Three young and strong slaves of the gray goblins for one weapon, or nine old and weak gray goblins." Kyle saw the hint from his master and made an offer to the other party.

Hearing this, Sulilun turned his head to look at Weilin, and could not see any information from the other party's face.

"Could it be that this group of humans discovered the material collection point of the dwarves in the Gray Wasteland?"

It's no wonder that he thought in this direction. Before the arrival of humans, those dwarves appeared in the Gray Wasteland every day, and sometimes they would take out customized weapons and armor to exchange the right to use part of the land with them.

However, Sulilun did not say it. He had to pretend not to know about this kind of thing, otherwise he might not be able to get out of here.

Because of their size, centaurs are not naturally suitable for mining, so it is understandable that this group of humans targeted the gray goblins.

"Sir, one weapon for two young and strong gray-skinned goblin slaves, or seven old and weak gray-skinned goblins, what do you think?"

"No, the price is a bit low. My master will suffer a loss. Two weapons for five young and strong gray-skinned goblin slaves, or fifteen old and weak gray-skinned goblins." Kyle shook his head and raised his price appropriately.

After repeated negotiations, he finally traded this batch of dwarf weapons at the cost of three weapons and five young and strong gray-skinned goblin slaves, or fourteen old and weak gray-skinned goblins.

"In half a month, we agreed to trade one hundred kilometers away from here. I hope you won't let me down."

"Don't worry, those gray-skinned goblins like worms are no match for our centaurs. Don't worry, we will prepare enough slaves to trade with you in half a month."

After sending away the centaur Surilon, Weilin took the map that Kyle had redrawn and went to the headquarters of the 27th Corps.

"Meet the Corps Commander Bulborn, the Deputy Corps Commander Madmonch, and the Chief of Staff Balmond." Weilin entered the tent and saluted the three people in turn.

Seeing this, Balmond waved his hand and asked everyone else in the tent to leave. With a smile on his face, he said to his nephew, "Come, sit down and talk."

When Weilin saw the other two nod, he sat down at the low table without any politeness, took out the map drawn by Kyle, and spread it on the low table.