Chapter 92: An unexpected surprise, a fruitful return
The wetland lizard man led the way, turned two turns, 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. 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.
In their hands they carried forging tools, hammers, pliers, and tongs.
On the wooden table beside him, dozens of newly formed spear embryos were placed quietly. They had not yet been forged and sharpened for a second time. They were dark and 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 wondering, a stout man with a beard took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Wow~
Wow~
There was a crisp clanking sound of the iron chains 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? !
The Freys are not pure-blooded humans, and although they look similar, they can only be attributed to humanoid beings.
Because the Frey have two hearts and two pairs of 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 it'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 people, 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!"
And their fate is in the hands of this human lord. It is a great surprise to give them a chance. What else can they ask for? !
The weak have never had 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 is up to you to choose whether to leave in five years."
In five years, he could not estimate how far the City of Wisdom could develop.
If he could not subdue a few Frey people in such a long time, then he would not mix with him.
Adding a time limit is just to lower their psychological defenses. He is not interested in forcing them to work with shackles like the rotten centaurs.
Watching the drama from time to time, wouldn't it be more beneficial for them to work for him with high enthusiasm every day?
Feeling the sincerity in his words, the faces of these Frey people eased.
Looking at Lear's eyes is no longer so resistant.
"Thank you for your kindness, respected lord."
If you can live, who would want to die.
If they can be free, who would want to be forced to work?
Lear nodded slightly and looked at Haggs.
"Untie their shackles."
Haggs nodded and strode forward, his blood burning and covering the steel knife in his hand.
Even if the swift lizard stayed outside, his own strength was still fierce and terrifying.
He swung his knife and cut it down.
A crisp sound rang out.
The anklet was easily cut off without hurting it at all.
One by one, these Fry people regained their freedom.
At this point, the eyes looking at Lear became more kind.
They had never expected to be untied.
Now, the sincerity of this adult was directly and unreservedly displayed.
He was not deceiving them.
Under the extremely unequal status of both parties, the superior only needed to show a little favor to gain great gratitude. Human nature has always been like this.
After Haggs put away his knife and returned, Lear looked at the ore on the side curiously.
"Where did the centaurs dig these ores? Is there an iron mine nearby?"
The leader, Brin, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Sir, these ores were robbed from us."
"The Long Hammer Tribe occupied a small iron mine before, but it has now dried up."
Lear was not disappointed.
These mined ores are also a good harvest.
"Hagus, take people to move these ores out and let the bubble beasts take them away."
He then looked at the smelting and forging tools.
"Take these back as well."
When everyone was busy, Li Er seemed to have thought of something and asked the leader of the Fry people around him.
"Brin, the weapons and armor in Hagus's hands are no longer suitable. Can you make a set for him?"
The Flesh Slaughterer, a divine life, comes with a flesh-and-blood battle axe, and is not in urgent need of defensive equipment.
Hagus is different. His own attributes are very powerful, but he does not have the abnormal ability of divine life to revive after death. Having a suitable weapon can better exert his power.
Brin looked at Hags for a few times and said confidently.
"My Lord, the forging skills of the Frey people are not worse than those of the dwarves!"
"As long as the materials are sufficient, we can forge the weapons you need!"
Lear nodded with satisfaction.
This is the confidence we need!
Just look at the spears of the rotten centaurs and you will know that their forging skills are really good.
With these Frey people, the mineral vein that has just been occupied can be put to use.
Arming all the troops in hand can directly improve the combat effectiveness by several levels.
The gap between those with equipment and those without equipment has been shown very clearly in the hunting these days.
After a busy period, all the ores, forging tools, and unfinished spear embryos in the dungeon were moved away.
Back on the ground, hundreds of rotten centaurs' bodies were also collected.
It can be said that the harvest is full.
At this time, two wetland lizardmen picked up a series of muddy, sweet potato-like fruits and approached.
"Master, we dug up the food you mentioned underground."
Lier's eyes lit up.
He looked at it intently, and its attribute panel immediately appeared in his mind.
Blue Heart Mud Fruit
[Level]: 1 Star
[Features]: Contains great energy and can meet daily nutrients.
[Evaluation]: A plant with high yield.
Lier laughed and was in a good mood.
Finally got it!
It was not easy to finish the intelligence from more than half a month ago.
With the blue heart mud fruit in the bag, the goal this time has been achieved.
These foods will greatly increase the foundation of the city of Wei Lu, and their strategic significance is very important.
With the green grass grandmother, there is no need to worry about not being able to farm.
In the future, the army will not have to worry about food when going out to fight, which can save a lot of manpower and material resources.
And the war is fought on logistics.
And today's harvest is more than that-hundreds of rotting centaurs will become new nutrients.
In addition to today's hunting, it is enough to cultivate a second cold-blooded cavalry squad.
The biggest surprise was the Frey people, these almost extinct forgers.
It was exciting to think that a race could be cursed by the God of Forging.
In addition, today's battle also made him intuitively realize the combat power of the Flesh Slaughterer.
He unexpectedly discovered that the cooperation between this divine life and the Swamp Banshee had a miraculous effect.
It gave him more ideas.
In summary, it was a big profit.
"Dig up the entire area and take as many blue heart mud fruits as you can."
"Return to the territory immediately after an hour."
After digesting this harvest, the strength of Wei Lu City will definitely increase.
In addition, it will be early morning after returning to work for a while, and tomorrow is the 25th. Another intelligence update.
Double happiness, Li Er is in a very good mood.
