The agreed trading day.
Thanks to Carlos's troublesome efforts to disperse the scouts twenty miles away, Comrade Oka came with twenty porters in an upright manner.
The dark and windy night is a good time to kill people and set fires. In this atmosphere, Carlos has a voice in his heart that tempts him - Asakura has already jumped, Tangta has also jumped, you can jump too (to Mr. Takakura Ken) Salute... No, no, I got the money anyway, so I might as well kill him.
"I'm sorry, I can't bring you the heads of the priests. The Evil Branch Troll has interfered in Shadraluo's affairs." Oka took advantage of the psychological blind spot of human beings who did not understand the social structure of trolls and fabricated arguments that were beneficial to themselves.
"Well? Zinsaro is thousands of miles away. How can Hex interfere with Shadraro's affairs? I need an explanation." Following Carlos' playful expression and tone, several subordinates who were inspecting the goods gathered around When they came up, they saw that the atmosphere was not right, and the soldiers also drew their swords to guard the surrounding area.
"Your Excellency, you underestimate the trolls too much. Although voodoo magic cannot be compared with your human magic, it still has its own uniqueness." Oka said evasively.
Carlos waved, and the soldiers sheathed their weapons, but he did not speak, and looked at Oka with an expression that continued to make up.
"Your Excellency, the process is not important. What is important is that not long after, a troll army from Sinsaro will come to Shadralo. The die-hards in the city have reached an agreement with the Evil Branch Clan. I am not strong enough to fight with them. Head-on confrontation." Oka's tone was gentle and his posture was very low.
"What's the plan?" Carlos' expression finally turned serious.
"It's not clear, but they also agreed to what I proposed, and the second tranche of funds is being raised." Oka grinned (the trolls seemed to be toothy whether they laughed or not).
In the end, Carlos let Oka and his men go.
"Uncle, please leave the one hundred Stromgarde soldiers participating in the operation tonight to my command for the time being." Carlos said to Biglas.
"Are you worried about your cronies or are you worried about me?" Biglas had run out of tobacco. On the recommendation of his dwarf brother, he became obsessed with a thick-fiber hay fruit unique to the Hinterlands. It was also very chewy. .
"The gold alone can be used to melt 10,000 gold coins. Do you feel at ease with such a large amount of money?" Carlos glanced at Biglas.
"Don't worry. With the name of Young Master Carlos of the Barov family as a guarantee, I have guaranteed the harvest of 2,000 gold coins, so there is nothing to worry about." Biglas said nonchalantly.
"I would like to ask Danas to personally lead the team and transport it back to Durnholde, where my father's manpower will be there to assist." Carlos continued to make the request.
"That kid wants to make great achievements, so he may not agree." Biglas spit out the fruit residue in one gulp and gasped, "Enough, you really don't want to try it?"
"A filial son emerges from a golden stick. I can't control my son anymore." Carlos looked at Biglas with contempt and said, "Eat less of this, you rotten teeth."
There is a saying that says, never use money to test the loyalty of your subordinates, just like the saying: "Women don't care about decency, decency is because they don't receive enough temptation; men don't care about loyalty, they are loyal because the stakes for betrayal are too low." "
At the same time, considering the long distance, the guard of a hundred people was still very thin. With the addition of a hundred soldiers from Stromgarde, it was not easy for any accidents to happen. The most important thing is that Danaus Bertone is young and passionate, and he has a prominent background. This huge sum of money is not enough to impress him, so he is a good candidate for the warlord.
"Okay, although I feel your distrust, it is also reasonable and I won't care about you, a little brat." Biglas thought about it in his mind for a long time and agreed with Carlos's plan.
It seems that Carlos has no intention of taking Danas as a hostage, but Biglas is still a little annoyed by Carlos' distrust.
"Uncle, would you like to show some respect? You introduced me to do it twice to pick up 2,000 gold coins while walking around in the middle of the night, and you accused me of not being honest! This time you help for free?" After Biglas expressed his emotions, Ka Only then did Ross discover the problem.
"Don't even think about it. Pay me an IOU later." Biglas' eyes widened.
After some noise, the disharmonious gap disappeared.
"What did that troll just say to you?" After Biglas finished arranging the agreed matters, he returned to the campfire and continued chatting with Carlos.
"The trolls of Zinsaro are ready to intervene." Carlos said calmly.
"Will there be any changes?" Biglas asked with a frown.
"Three thousand? Four thousand? How many troops can Sinsaro have? How many can be sent in such a short period of time, one thousand? Two thousand? Counting the dwarves' one thousand allies, we have an absolute advantage in strength. It's nothing more than a head-on confrontation." Carlos said nonchalantly.
"It makes sense. As long as we block the position and prevent the two trolls from converging, our advantage in numbers can be infinitely expanded." Biglas quickly finished the calculation in his mind and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uncle, I actually agreed to the excuse I made before. The important task of detecting the troll reinforcements will be left to you." Carlos looked at Biglas in a funny way.
"Crow's Mouth." Biglas couldn't help but laugh, "What about Shadralo's offensive?"
"I really don't believe that the two trolls are united. Orka is untrustworthy to us, and the trolls of Zin'saro are equally untrustworthy to the trolls of Shadralo. I haven't been dazzled by gold yet. Dazzling eyes, we came to the Hinterlands just to kill trolls, and making money is just an unexpected blessing." Carlos looked at the dancing firelight and expressed his plan for the first time, "Are you referring to the pyramid?"
"I have heard that in the southernmost desert of the continent, there is this kind of building with a wide base and a pointed top, but I have never seen the real thing." Biglas is quite knowledgeable.
"I plan to use the troll's head to build a pyramid for my ex, as a token of my affection for him." Carlos' tone was as gentle as the big brother next door, but it sent a chill down Glass' spine.
"The current materials are not enough." Carlos didn't know whether he meant this to Biglas or himself.
"Are you deceiving that stupid troll Oka with your so-called war reparations?" Bigras suddenly thought of this question.
"Of course not. After killing enough, I will ask for them from the remaining trolls. If there are none left, I will talk to their ancestors (the cow heads must be handed over to the country! Let's talk."
"This is the first time I realize that you are such a bad boy. Are you interested in coming to Stromgarde for development?" Biglas couldn't help laughing. It turns out that dead trolls are the best trolls.
When the night was deep, Carlos got up. Beside the roots of the pissing tree, a group of shadows lurked quietly.
"Mr. Duya, please monitor the escort team all the way. If there is anything abnormal, my necklace can be used as a voucher to help you contact the Barov family."
Carlos finished speaking softly as if he was dreaming, then stretched out his hand to scratch his neck, and [Mother's Love] fell to the ground along the seam of his clothes.
Almost at the same moment, in the study of Alex Barov in the Lake Center Castle of Keldaron.
"Little friend Fording, I'm sorry to make you travel all night to Caer Daron, but this matter is very important. Among the many nobles in Lordaeron, I only believe in your character. I have just explained the detailed plot to you, This magic pointer can help you track down the murderer when an accident occurs. Of course, I hope you won't use it." Alex said.
ps: Asakura Tangta’s joke comes from Mr. Takakura Ken’s “Pursuit”. Young fans try to ask their uncles and aunts. Almost all uncles and aunts over fifty years old know it. It's a really good film, and those who are interested can go watch it.
