At ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the Bluestone Department was located.
The old witch doctor Qing Zhagu's eyelids trembled, and his mood was completely opposite to the weather.
His smile was stiff and his tone was dry: "Guest, our Bluestone Department does not produce blast potion."
The blast potion is more valuable than the red heart grass. The yield of the red heart grass is not small, and there are other places on the continent where it can be cultivated.
But the secret recipe of the blast potion is in the hands of the big tribes and is kept secret.
For small marginal tribes like the Qingshi tribe, if they need this kind of medicine, they have to buy it from the larger tribes.
Renn didn't care so much, with a bright smile on his face: "Inventory, you must have some reserves, you're welcome, I know you can't sell that thing.
I am a kindhearted person. Your tribe has just suffered a loss from the giant. The money you spent to buy the medicine should be considered as my donation to your post-disaster reconstruction!
Not much, just three bottles, I'll pay the astronomical price of 50 gold coins, no change required! "
The blast potion is difficult to obtain in the market. A small bottle can usually be sold for 200 gold coins, and it may not be possible to purchase it.
Seeing Ren talking nonsense and feeling good about himself, Susanna put her palms on her lips to prevent herself from laughing out loud. The scholar Dennis wanted to roll his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, the old witch doctor was so angry that he had a myocardial infarction and his face turned red. Finally, he nodded helplessly.
Qingshibu has lost his ancestral spirit. He has also summoned carefully cultivated insects and ants before, and has used his trump card. The chief has been severely injured and has no fighting ability for the time being.
The seven surviving first- and second-level totem warriors alone could not stop Ren, who was still stronger than Iron Fist Ugo, let alone a very powerful [Druid] on the opposite side.
Without strength, he can only be reduced to fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others.
Seeing that he agreed, Ren smiled and handed the money bag to the old witch doctor Zaku. There was only 350 gold coins in it.
One hundred red heart grasses only gave 200 gold coins, and three bottles of wind potion cost 150 gold coins. If it was a normal transaction, even if it was a lie, it would be impossible to get it without more than 1,500 gold coins.
"Zach, take the guests to trade items." Holding the slightly light purse in his hand, the old witch doctor Zaku felt empty and his tone was very depressed.
A totem warrior with thick eyebrows and big eyes came over. He called Ren and the others to go to the warehouse to the west of the tribe.
It was probably because Ren and the others saved the Bluestone Department once, and Zach was quite polite. Of course, he didn't know much natural language, so he didn't know that the old witch doctor had been blackmailed and suffered a heavy hemorrhage.
After Ren and the others left, a dark-skinned little boy ran over. He looked at the old witch doctor in confusion: "Master witch doctor, why do we want to make a deal with them? The gold coins they gave us are not enough at all!"
The old witch doctor touched the child's little head. The little boy was very talented and was one of the candidates for the next witch doctor. He could understand most natural languages.
"This result is not bad. At least the Blue Stone Department is still there, and he gave some money at least." The wrinkles on Zaku's face relaxed, revealing a kind smile.
"Outsiders invade our land and kill our people... They are all bad people and should be cursed!"
The little boy said in a low voice, his eyes that should have been childish and innocent actually showed hatred.
Sighing, the old witch doctor shook his head: "Child, don't be carried away by hatred, distinguish the two groups.
It is impossible for you to be enemies with all outsiders, because compared to outsiders, we have more terrifying enemies, such as those ogres..."
Mentioning those man-eating monsters, the little boy looked frightened.
A few months ago, ghouls were plundering people on the plains, and some of them attacked the Qingshi tribe. He had seen ghouls eating people before, and it was a nightmare.
Zhagu looked at the frightened little boy and sighed, remembering the time he went to attend the Kangao tribe's witchcraft ceremony half a month ago.
At that time, the chiefs of the three ancient totem tribes with a strength of 10,000 people (in the culture of the Kangao people, only the leaders of large tribes can be called chiefs, while small and medium-sized tribes are called chiefs.) and the great witch doctor were all present.
They said that since the ghoul rebellion broke out a few months ago, more than a dozen small tribes have perished, and the number of casualties and losses caused are even greater.
They made it clear that they would strengthen ties with foreigners, suppress conflicts and hatred, maintain restraint, and weather this wave together.
For this reason, Yuan Zaro, the leader of the Yuanshi tribe (one of the three ancient totem tribes of the Kangao people), has gone to Wisteria City, the capital of Faroland, to visit Karl Mordred, director of the 7th Bureau, to seek help.
In short, the chaos of the ghouls this time is very deep. It is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface. There are turbulent undercurrents in it, and the Kangao people are a little unable to hold on.
"Child, foreigners are human beings after all, but those descendants of devils regard us as ants!"
The weather-beaten face of the old witch doctor Zaku showed a look of exhaustion. He didn't like those greedy and insidious foreigners, but demons were more dangerous.
He taught the little boy, and the child nodded in understanding.
Time passed slowly, and the sun was scorching the earth, shining brightly on the yellow sand. The fresh palms still stood like a group of green guards, guarding this ancient land.
Renn carried a black cloth package and said goodbye to the scholar Dennis. Renn and Susanna had achieved their goal on this trip, but the scholar would stay for an inspection.
He gave 10 red heart grasses to Dennis. He originally wanted to give him a small bottle of wind potion, but he refused.
Because Dennis once got this magic potion from a friend, this was one of the reasons why he was curious about the Kangao people.
"Mr. Scholar, we are going back. Do you know the way back?" Susanna asked.
Dennis smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I've already walked through it once, and I marked the plants along the way.
In two days, I will run away immediately after the inspection. After all, I have offended the Skeleton Gang. You two had better leave here as soon as possible. "
Leaving some kind of imprint on plants is also one of the abilities of the druid profession.
When Ren heard this, he showed a mysterious smile and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, you don't need to run away. Guishou will not live long, and you will hear about his death soon."
Looking a little surprised, Dennis looked at Renn and said, "Is this why you want to take Ugo away?"
Iron Fist Ugo was not dead, but he was seriously injured, tied up, and given a lot of anesthetics.
The other prisoners, Ren, ignored him, but he specially brought Ugo with him, so he naturally had his plans.
He was originally planning to do something in next year's Quanzhiyan, but now there is an excellent opportunity in front of him, and of course he will not miss it.
"Yes, let me tell you the truth, if you follow me these days, you can make a fortune." Ren said confidently.
Scholar Dennis adjusted his glasses, shook his head, and said very calmly: "No, I'm not short of money!"
Damn it, Ren curled his lips: "Forget it, I'll give more to my female secretary. She can't even afford cosmetics and looks at me with a look of resentment all day long."
Susanna rolled her eyes at Ren, knowing that her revenge would be avenged. She no longer cared about him and was already planning to hang out with him.
The two waved goodbye to the scholar, took Ugo, who was tied into a brown bag, and turned around and walked out of the tribe.
At this time, scholar Dennis suddenly said: "Remember, after killing Marcelo, leave the Pugni Plain immediately!"
"Don't worry, I know very well that this incident is just a prelude."
The Ghoul Rebellion is no longer as simple as a ceremony for the promotion of Grand Duke; it may be the opening ceremony of a new era.
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