Chapter 170: Chapter 170: The Price of the Sale (the Second Update, There Are Two More Tonight)

As for why Aisha was unwilling to seek refuge with the prairie elves on the North Wind Prairie, the reason was very simple.

She is a forest elf, and she believes in the moon. She needs to have a huge forest environment to recover her magic power.

The stars that the prairie elves believe in, and the endless prairie are their continuous source of natural power.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, Aisha will never seek refuge with the grassland elves.

Merlin also understood the attitude of the two tribes.

The Belmode Tribe has already considered joining the Lord Merlot, and the Gareth Tribe will definitely not join the Lord Merlot. But I am holding a wait-and-see neutral attitude.

Three people, three attitudes.

Merlin couldn't help chuckling, and the other two seemed to understand the reason for Merlin's laughter, and laughed too.

"Then let's wait and see! Although we have different goals, we can still cooperate." Andrew said with a smile.

Merlin suddenly became interested, as long as Aisha looked calm.

She didn't want to get too involved.

"Even if you want to be alone, you have to store enough food!" Andrew naturally saw that Aisha didn't care, and gave a reason she couldn't refuse.

Merlin nodded in agreement.

"Doesn't Lord Melo want to split the big alliance? Let's help him and get enough benefits from it, but we shouldn't turn to him so quickly to maximize the benefits." Andrew continued.

Aisha and Merlin nodded at the same time.

As for whether he would feel uneasy about betraying other alien races.

Totally impossible.

As the saying goes, every time more dogs are slaughtered in righteousness, most of them are scholars who are ungrateful.

The smarter and more knowledgeable people are, the more things they think about, and the more they know how to manage their own reputation.

They won't betray others casually, it's not that they are righteous, it's just that the price is not enough.

The price offered by Aslan was sufficient, and these three people who were regarded as the wisest people in Changfeng Plain decisively sold the entire alien race in Changfeng Plain.

Outside Changfeng Town, Lei Zabi led dozens of tribal leaders to block the outside of Changfeng Town, and surrounded the convoys of both sides tightly.

"Rezabi, what do you mean?" Gareth asked sullenly.

Lei Zabi spat, and said with disdain on his face: "What? Gareth, you guys have money to make, why don't you help the brothers."

Gareth had known that such a thing would happen a long time ago, and it was exactly as her mother said, so she was not angry. Instead, she said calmly, "Do you earn less? 400,000 catties of grain per month, and the extra output can wait According to your output in previous years, it is not a problem to earn over a million catties of grain a year, and Belmode and I earn hard money."

Gareth's seat immediately caused an uproar.

Only Lei Zabi was stunned, why he didn't know what 400,000 catties of grain per month was.

Will Aslan give Rezabi 400,000 catties of grain per month? As long as enough iron ingots and tungsten gold ingots are delivered on time, Aslan is very happy to pay for the food, and is even willing to increase the price.

This is what Aisha told Gareth. The reason why she didn’t say it will be given to the dwarves every month is just to take advantage of a loophole. If the dwarves honestly pull things over every month, it will be treated as a confidentiality fee, and this will not be mentioned. In one crop, Lord Merlot would not take the initiative to propose it, so he should save this sum of food.

If the dwarves proposed it, Lord Melo would definitely agree to the price considering that he had a stable source of steel, and would even encourage the dwarves to increase production and give more food.

So to be honest, the dwarves earned the most money, but Lei Zabi, an old alcoholic with an irritable personality, would never think of this.

"Bloody spout, why didn't I know about this?" Lei Zabi became angry when he saw that the tribal chiefs who followed him all looked at him suspiciously.

Gareth shrugged, and pointed to Gawain and Belmode who happened to be walking next to him.

Only Gao Wen, the pinnacle of high-level swordsmen, is definitely the lowest existence in front of all the tribal chiefs, because even the worst tribal chief has the strength of a swordsman.

It's just that Gao Wen's gleaming and enchanted armor really blinded many people present.

Such armor, even if it was made by the dwarves themselves, is expensive, and only a few dwarf warriors are qualified to equip it.

But a high-level human swordsman in front of him can wear such a precious armor, and refresh their three views on the richness of the human race here.

Soon there was the sound of orderly footsteps, and three rows of Merlot crossbowmen appeared. The armor on their bodies was not as gorgeous as Gawain's knight armor, but they were also equipped with breastplates and ring arm armor from the Ming Dynasty. Crossbowmen often carry four quiver on their backs. For its convenience and lightness, the lower body is not armored. Wearing the Tony steel helmet equipped by the British army during the Second World War, because the brim of the hat is extended, can be more Effective protection against arrows shot from high altitude.

Crash!

The Melo war crossbowmen, who had upgraded their weapons again, raised their melo war crossbows neatly. The gleaming arrows pointed at the alien patriarchs in front of them. If they could kill all the alien patriarchs here in one go, it would definitely cause chaos in the Changfeng Plain.

It's just that the worst is a master of the sword master level. No matter how well-trained the Melo army is, it is impossible to keep them all. If these alien patriarchs try their best to break through, Gao Wen can only stare blankly.

"This is Changfeng Town! The town of the lord of the Merlot region, what do you want to do? Do you want to start a war with our human race?" Gao Wen asked loudly.

He is obviously just a high-level swordsman, surrounded by great swordsmen and strong swordsmen, he has no stage fright.

This is where the strength of the human race lies.

Lezabi's face was terribly gloomy. On the one hand, he was deceived by Gareth, and on the other hand, he was irritated by Gao Wen's condescending attitude.

This is the arrogance of the human race.

"Humans, are you threatening me?" Rezabi gritted his teeth and said, trying to divert the attention of others to Gawain instead of his 400,000 catties of grain per month.

Gao Wen held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "It seems to Patriarch Lei Zabi that you don't want the 400,000 catties of grain per month."

As soon as this remark came out, all the alien races present were in an uproar.

The initial suspicion quickly turned into doubt.

Rezabi really wanted to yell loudly, but he endured it, because the other companions no longer trusted him, and Gareth and Belmode also vaguely guarded Gawain, even if he violently attacked now, it might not be possible Can kill Gao Wen.

Gareth next to him couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard Gao Wen's 400,000 grain per month.