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The small purse was filled with nearly a hundred gold coins. Under the oil lamp, Yang Dashuan placed them neatly on the desk of the temporary desk.

A pearl as big as a goose egg refracts the smudged light under the lamp.

Leren stared at Yang Dashuan's side and sighed faintly. Even after being baptized by the wilderness robbers, this hunting team still had hundreds of strong tauren warriors and many subordinates. It was even more difficult to rely on the power of the territory to rescue the elves than dreams.

"Are you just letting these behemoths sell the elves as slaves?" Although he knew it was impossible, Leren couldn't help asking Yang Dashuan for his opinion.

Under the light, Yang Dashuan played with the pearl without raising his head. He was carefully drilling holes in the pearl with a spur. "What else can you do? You have also seen the slaves in the territory. They saw those taurens and couldn't even stand firmly."

"But..." Leren pursed his lips and swallowed the words back.

"You stayed in the territory for several days and learned about the difficulties in the territory. Let's not talk about anything else, what if we save those elves? There is not enough food in Maple Leaf Village to support nearly two hundred elves. Even if we save them, the robbers who often wander in the wasteland will be eyeing our big fat piece of oily meat." Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes and carefully wore a pearl with a red rope.

This pearl can be exchanged for equivalent one thousand gold coins in the VIP store, which is enough to buy a lot of food. But now it was passed by Yang Dashuan with a red rope and tied around Leren's neck. "But don't worry, I won't let them leave the wasteland just like that. If you haven't tried it, no one knows what the final outcome will be!"

"Do you confirm the following side mission to save the elves captured by the Beamon Hunting Team and ensure that they can survive the winter safely?"

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes and chose to confirm without hesitation.

Since he took over the task, Yang Dashuan must have a full understanding of this task. When Bru called Mad over, the old man also had his own careful calculations. He explained clearly the situation of the Bemon Hunting Team that he had only been in contact with once.

"Your Highness, they have a total of 132 Taurus warriors, nearly 200 subordinate tribes with ordinary combat power, and a accompanying priest. The attacks of the wilderness robbers have caused them to lose nearly 10% of their number."

Old Yang nodded silently. It was extremely difficult to complete this task based on his current situation.

"Blu, you take two goblin slaves to the wasteland..." Yang Dashuan whispered to Blu's plan. The slaves who were more than twenty fearful, no longer had any cases of violating the lord's orders. "After completing it, there will be many rewards!"

Leren looked at Yang Dashuan in surprise, and his eyebrows were clustered together. "Can this work?"

"I don't know either. The hunting team is Tago who broke into the wasteland. The only way to do it now is to drive Tago to swallow Wolf." Yang Dashuan spread his hands and said bluntly. "We don't have any other available personnel at all. The same thing is said, if you don't try, how can you know if it's OK?"

After arranging the matter, Yang Dashuan went out.

The bonfires in the territory are burning vigorously, and the terrain of Maple Leaf Village can be described as being surrounded by mountains and rivers. Except for the large desert hills that are backed by, all the other three directions are large grasslands. This is also the main reason why the hunting team chose as the camp.

The patrol team composed of Doug's kobolds held a torch and kept swimming around, robbers' sudden attack.

Compared with the dark environment of the wilderness bandits in the convoy, most of the Bemons' eyesight was no different from the blind. So Locke asked the guards to circle the carriage along the desert hills, and the clusters of bonfires ignited could drive away large areas of darkness.

There was a cluster of bonfires on the deserted hills, which was enough to bring everything below to your eyes, and there were two or three behemoths. There was no moon tonight, and the vast clouds covered a few stars. The wild wind blowing from afar brought a solemn atmosphere. Yang Dashuan suddenly had a premonition that it would be a sleepless night tonight.

The Bemons sat scattered in the territory and chatted and laughed happily around their respective bonfires.

The campfire rack was roasted with fragrant food and coffee, and the sound of urging alcohol came from the bottom from time to time. Of course, the low whimper of the elf slaves was indispensable. The convoy was full of races, and several slutty women swayed their soft bodies in an exaggerated manner around the flames. Every time the skirt with short and thighs fluttered, the spring light below was revealed.

There are also several Boer warriors competing for martial arts. Every time the Tengtu pillar falls, there will be a burst of applause and whistle.

The Doug soldier, who was even more anxious, dragged an elf slave out of the prison cart and rudely stripped off their clothes that were already very few. The elves' white butts were immediately held high by their hands, and then there were fierce sounds of water collisions and women's crying.

In the center of the fire, Locke and Alice sat face to face, and constant quarrels came.

"Even if I marry Pige and Doug, I won't marry you. You'll die with this heart!" This was Alice's voice.

When Locke heard this, his face suddenly collapsed.

"What's wrong? If you have something to say, the couple quarreled at the end of the bed." Yang Dashuan stood by the campfire in a horoscope. Alice was about to leave, but stopped again, turned around and pointed at Yang Dashuan's nose and shouted. "Even if I marry him, I don't want to marry you!"

Hey, it's all my business! Yang Dashuan muttered in his heart as he looked at the quarreling couple.

"This girl is really ignorant!" Locke looked at Alice's back and said angrily.

"A disobedient woman has to suck her to death. It is a man who knows it, so that they can know who is the master!" Yang Dashuan flattered without a trace.

"That's, that's it! No wonder you can tame the night elves with fierce personality." Locke nodded constantly, then suddenly remembered something and asked again. "Are you really the prince of Edfran?"

"Can there be any Western Bei goods?" Yang Dashuan slapped his chest and gave Locke a thumbs up. "It's like a fake one to change!"

"To be honest, I want to use these slaves to buy your human weapons." Locke leaned against the fire, his small eyes flashing alertly from time to time.

It is no longer a secret that trade between Bemon and humans. Human merchants will also transport local specialties to the tribe. Because things are rare and expensive, they can always be sold at a good price. Fox, the smartest of Bemon, quickly figured out this way of making money and began to hunt beautiful elves to exchange for supplies needed by the tribe from the human kingdom. Of course, metal products and weapons are always excluded, commonly known as metal bans.

"No way!" Yang Dashuan waved his hand, "The metal ban is all for you."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Locke's eyes.

This expression fell into Yang Dashuan's eyes and quietly turned into joy. He suddenly thought of a way to get these elves without force, but he just didn't know if he could get rid of this shrewd Fox!

Who knew that before Yang Dashuan spoke, Locke had already started asking. "You are the prince of Edfran, can you..."

"No possibility!" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Dashuan. "If it weren't for your Bemon's sharpest weapons and the strongest armor, the Tianjian formed by the Suprati River would be just a stream that can be easily crossed for you. Moreover, the extinction wasteland belongs to the territory of Edfran. If Bemon declares war on mankind, my country will be the first to suffer disaster!"

As soon as Locke lifted his butt, Yang Dashuan knew what he was trying to shit. Locke simply wanted to use his identity as a prince to establish relationships and sell him a batch of weapons. If he agreed to him so simply, the other party would definitely have doubts. Anyway, if this hunting team wants to reach the next town, they must ask the robbers on the wasteland.

"Isn't there any possibility?" Locke asked unwillingly.

"Don't even think about it!" Old Yang waved his hand and turned around and left. Behind him, the cries of Locke bastard, Mangke, and Guizhou Fowl were constantly heard. Listening to these insults, Old Yang couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. What does it mean to lead you into the trap? This is! At this time, you can't take the initiative to propose the conditions to exchange with elf slaves, and the other party must speak in person.

When Yang Dashuan returned to the house, he talked about this idea to Leren, and the elf girl's face suddenly burst into laughter. "Will they be fooled so easily? Even if they were fooled, where did you get the weapons for them?"

"Weapon?" Yang Dashuan pursed his lips, "Take a white strip and let them come to pick it up next year. If you can delay it for a while, it will be delayed for a while! Isn't there any mineral deposits in the Kemeser Mountains? They are farther away and there are more monsters. Then I'm spending some money and hiring some dwarves?"

"Would Bru be brought back? Is that plan going to be cancelled?" When Leren thought of what Yang Dashuan asked Bru to do before, he couldn't help but worry.
Chapter completed!