"Price? That's what you fat guys know! Isn't it enough to fight and grab things? Waaagh! waaagh!" The leader of the night goblins seemed to have just emerged from the earth, and his head was not very bright yet.
"Get that ugly big-nosed thing away from my face! I, my smartest boss, told me that he is willing to pay you five hundred gold!"
"Five hundred? Not enough! Not enough! The meat of the dwarves smells earthy, and they are old and toothless! The iron-headed Ahetanmu doesn't like to eat them!" the ogre leader shouted.
"Eating dwarves will give you indigestion!"
"I don't like it either!"
The other ogres also shouted, and Snorri felt that the anvil guards behind him had tightened their weapons and were on the verge of erupting.
"Hahaha, warriors who believe in the Great Stomach God from afar! Look here, I have a better offer here!" Snorri walked out of the hiding bush under the protection of the anvil guards.
"Dwarfs! Why are they here! The ones in front..." The night goblin was shocked and shouted.
"Okay! Okay! Iron-headed Ahetanmu likes competition! This way he will earn more and eat more!" The ogre leader sat on the ground and patted his belly armor.
"What do you say, dwarf, how much will you pay for me and my boys?"
"Five hundred, it's also five hundred! Don't worry, warrior, just listen to me!" Snorri quoted the same price. Seeing the ogre leader picking up the weapon on the ground, Snorri quickly reached out to comfort him. .
"Are you kidding about Iron Head Ahetanmu? Five hundred and five hundred, hum!" The ogre pointed at Snorri from afar with the huge hammer in his hand.
"The same price is true, but if the work is simpler, wouldn't it be called a premium?" Snorri began his analysis.
"Those blackened green dwarfs want you to attack the city and attack the solid mountain fortress carved out of the mountain by our sons of the mountains! You must advance with artillery, muskets and hard crossbows! Although you, Aihetan, have no The armor protects you, but what about your fellow tribesmen behind you? They only have plastron, how much do you think they will have left after the battle?"
Snorri asked his question. He knew that although living in a bitter cold land was not considered wealthy, most ogres would wear a piece of armor on their stomachs. The plastron was very important to them because they The most important organs are hidden behind that big belly.
The plastron prevents them from being disemboweled, the most gruesome form of death for an ogre, but their shoulders and heads are still exposed to fire, with only their naturally thick skin providing some protection.
"And all I need you to do is pick up your stick and smash those green guys who are not much bigger than you cowards!" Snorri saw some green short creatures jumping around the ogres.
This group of little greenskins were cultivated by ogres when they migrated from the Giant Mountains to the Mourn Mountains. The ogres generally regard them as pests or the lowest slaves. If they really have nothing to eat, they can also be treated as small animals. Snacks, only a few ogres will use them as hunting dogs.
Compared to goblins, ombras are smaller and have an exaggeratedly large nose by goblin standards.
"Sounds good, dwarf! It is indeed much easier to smash these guys! They can't even reach the belly of Iron-headed Ahetanmu!" The ogre leader laughed.
"So, a green thing that's a little bigger than Ubra! Do you want to increase the price?" The ogre asked the night goblin leader.
Snorri frowned when he saw this. He didn't want to bid with greenskins who didn't need gold! He clicked on the skill panel and directly selected Storm Hammer, targeting the goblin leader who was thinking dozens of steps away.
Since Snorri did not bring long-range firepower in order to speed up, the goblin leader who noticed this did not take any precautions.
"Hey! Get the hammer!" Snorri yelled and threw out the warhammer in his hand.
"Poof!" With a sound, the night goblin leader's head shattered under the skill bonus!
Seeing the green and white ground, everyone present was stunned for a moment. Soon, the ogres reacted. They picked up their weapons and stood up.
"Come back!" Snorri stretched out his hand, and the master-level throwing rune on the war hammer was triggered. The war hammer trembled slightly and flew back into Snorri's open palm, killing two people who wanted to kill him. The boss of the night goblin collects the corpses.
This hand shocked the ogres in front of them. For these big men, it was a bit difficult to understand this matter.
"What are you still doing in a daze? Are you waiting for new mushrooms to grow in the ground?" Snorri shouted at the anvil guards who were also in a daze.
The anvil guards came to their senses immediately, and they swarmed up and chopped the dozen night goblins who came with the night goblin leader into a pulp.
"Dwarf, you are very good!" Seeing his original employer turned into broken corpses in the blink of an eye, Ahetanmu frowned and opened his mouth.
"I heard from the elders of the tribe that the greenskins are always cruel and cunning, but let me see, you are even more cruel than them!"
"Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, isn't it?" Snorri tied a towel and wiped his war hammer. The towel brought a trace of electric arc on the hammer head, which made many ogres look straight. Eye.
"Wahaha! You are right, dwarf! Iron-headed Ahetanmu likes an employer like you, because you can always win! This way he and his boys can have money and meat to eat!" The ogre leader slapped. He smiled happily while touching his plastron.
"What now? I don't seem to have any competitors. Five hundred gold coins, are you and your people willing to work for me?" Snorri waved the clean warhammer around in his hand, while giving it to the one who had just triggered it. Rune Charge stared at Ahetanmu maliciously.
The ogre leader also felt a little guilty. He pretended to look around and nodded. "It seems that I can only do things for you! Let's agree in advance that we won't do any work that could lead to death!"
"That's natural, but I have to ask clearly, have you ever desecrated the corpses of my people?"
Snorri asked with narrowed eyes. He and the anvil guards behind him stared at the ogres in front of them with a strong murderous look.
If these mercenaries give the wrong answer, then Snorri will have to settle his hatred here even if he has to suffer some losses!
The most important thing in the dwarf tradition is to rest in peace. If you sit back and watch the tribesmen being picked over by the ogres after their heroic struggle, then such hatred is enough to make every dwarf swear the butcher's oath!
Thanks to the blue game, Chen Yexiong for the monthly ticket, and Chumo Weiliang for the monthly ticket
