Chapter 66 A New Batch of German Equipment Has Arrived

"Grommashar has really changed a lot." Nergo sighed and said, "When I was young, my clan was full of orcs, but now..."

He looked at Sylvanas and said, "Not only are there Draenei, but there are also Forsaken."

"What do you want to say?" Sylvanas said.

"Nothing, just a little sigh, sighing that my life has changed a lot." Nergo replied with a smile.

Especially some of the changes were caused by him, which made him feel very accomplished.

"The blacksmith shop is just ahead. Maybe you can take a look at the Draenei armor." Nergo looked at Sylvanas's clothes that had not changed for thousands of years and said, "You can also try to buy more of their clothes. I think you will look good in their clothes."

Sylvanas said, "Is that what you want to say? You took me to the blacksmith shop just to let me buy Draenei clothes? When did you start to be a salesman for the Draenei?"

"No." Nergo shook his head, "I want to buy some armor for my army. As for the clothes, it's just a suggestion."

The lives of the five hundred people are in his hands. He does not intend to treat these five hundred people as consumables. At least, he cannot cause their casualties because of his stupidity and backward weapons and equipment.

There are many blacksmith shops in the Warsong Clan, just like the barracks and animal pens here, and Nergo chose a very famous blacksmith shop in Grommash.

The most important thing is that the boss here is somewhat familiar to Nergo.

The boss is called Kurion. When Nergo was very young, he often bought armor pieces from him to arm himself.

After walking for a while, Nergo smiled and said, "Finally, we're here, Culion's Fiery Scales."

"The name of this shop is very unique." Sylvanas said.

"Their boss is even more unique." Nergo walked to the blacksmith shop and looked inside. Although there were many unfamiliar faces in this blacksmith shop, the old man Culion was still the same as before, banging with his blacksmith hammer, and cursing at the apprentices from time to time.

Sylvanas was a little disgusted. She knew that orcs were a little "careless" and blacksmiths were not a gentleman's profession, but this orc blacksmith shop named Culion, which combined the two, still made her frown.

But she didn't say much, just watched quietly, especially when she found that there were other races in the blacksmith shop.

"Draenei?" Nergo was surprised. He stepped forward and patted Culion on the shoulder, "Hey, old blacksmith."

"Hmm, hm?" Culion was a little overwhelmed by the sudden slap. He turned around and found that it was Nergo. He said angrily: "Why are you here again, little... guy?"

He wanted to curse, but suddenly remembered that Nergo was a shaman. Although he stopped his impulse to curse in time, he still said unhappily: "If you want armor plates, go get them yourself, and then give me the money and leave quickly."

Nergo has long been accustomed to Culion's attitude, and laughed, "I'm not here to buy armor plates this time, I'm here to discuss a big business with you."

"Big business? What big business can you have?" Culion muttered in a low voice.

Nergo didn't answer him, but looked at the new faces in the blacksmith shop. "There are still Draenei? Has your business become bigger and stronger?"

"Thanks to you." Culion said casually: "If you hadn't negotiated the business with their chieftain, there wouldn't be so many Draenei coming to Grommashar."

"What are they? New apprentices?" Nergo asked curiously. Why is the forging technology of the Warsong Clan so strong? Can any blacksmith shop attract Draenei?

"Apprentice?" Culion sneered: "It's better for me to be their apprentice. This is the master I hired at a high salary to guide us. Can't you see that I'm forging iron here?"

Nergo nodded. Who said that Draenei must be hostile to orcs or never have any contact with them?

Obviously, as long as the orcs show goodwill, the Draenei will open their hearts and invite them to join the tribe and accept the orcs' ideas. This is more wonderful than conquering their cities.

"What exactly is the big business you're talking about?" Curion thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what Nergo could buy to be considered a big business.

"Do you know about Draenei armor?" Nergo asked a nonsense question.

Kurion sneered, "If I didn't know that their forging skills were good, I would have been crazy to give them so much benefit and ask them to come and teach us weapons and armor rods."

"I have just received a batch of German equipment here, take a look?"

"Come on, even if you sell me all the Draenei equipment in the store, it won't be enough for me." Nergo grinned, "How much have you learned from them now?"

At this point, Kurion's self-confidence suddenly came up, "Their technology is good, but our brains are not bad either. At least I have learned 80% of what they taught me."

"Not bad, not bad." Nergo nodded and said, "You really surprised me and gave me a surprise."

"The chief assigned me 500 soldiers, all young and strong guys." Nergo found a recliner, patted it and sat on it without hesitation, "Don't you understand?"

Kurion put down the forging hammer and said nothing.

Nergo spoke again: "The last time I went to rob the ogres with Chief Hellscream, I was lucky enough to kill an ogre mage. I sold his staff for a lot of money."

Speaking of this, Nergo felt a little distressed. You said that if that thing was a hammer, a glove, or an ax, he wouldn't have to sell it so cheaply?

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Not many of them are easy to use when sold to orcs, so the price is much cheaper.

The draenei people don't look down on them at all, and the price is even lower.

If you use it yourself, it is much more comfortable to use a sword in close combat, but the shaman is not comfortable using a staff in long range.

"You still don't understand?" Nergo only felt that this old man was a little bit senile. He said everything so clearly, why didn't he have any eyesight?

Kurion looked at him and complained: "You still don't understand? You almost handed me the money. How could I not understand? Aren't I thinking about what drinks to give to a big customer like you?"

"..."

Nergo waved his hand, "I like to drink beer and juice, but I don't mind plain water and milk. In short, what I want is armor, and what I want is good armor made with Draenei technology."

He said with a serious face, "fully armed, preferably with magic effects. No matter how much it costs, I can even get it for you even if I go to the Ogre Arena to play a game."

"Bah." Curion spat, "Where can I add magic to you? You have a good idea."

But then he whispered: "I don't have the Draenei armor. Do you want me to add some Draenei armor pieces to our orc armor?"

"It's cheap and the quantity is huge. I'll give you as much as you want. It's almost a bit defensive, but it's still much better than ours."

Nergo looked at him in surprise, "You still want to push money out?"

"It's not much money anyway." Curion snorted, "I don't want to see the young men in the clan die on the battlefield because of poor equipment."