Chapter 170 The price of the bet is still there at night
As for why Elsa is unwilling to seek refuge with the prairie elves on the North Wind Prairie, the reason is very simple.
She is a forest elf and believes in the moon. She needs a huge forest environment to restore her magic power.
The stars that the prairie elves believe in, and the endless prairie are their constant source of natural power.
Unless absolutely necessary, Aisha would never seek refuge with the prairie elves.
Merlin also understood the attitudes of the two tribes.
The Belmode Tribe has already considered joining Lord Mero, and the Gareth Tribe will definitely not join Lord Mero. However, he has a neutral attitude of waiting and seeing.
Three people, three attitudes.
Merlin couldn't help but chuckle, and the other two seemed to understand the reason for Merlin's laughter and started laughing too.
"Then let's all wait and see! Although we have different goals, we can still cooperate." Andrew said with a smile.
Merlin suddenly became interested, but Elsa looked calm.
She didn't want to get involved too deeply.
"Even if you want to be alone, you have to store enough food!" Andrew naturally saw Aisha's indifference and gave her a reason that she couldn't refuse.
Merlin nodded in agreement.
"Doesn't Lord Mero want to split the Grand Alliance? Let's help him and get enough benefits from it, but we shouldn't turn to him so quickly to maximize the benefits." Andrew continued.
Elsa and Merlin nodded in unison.
As for whether he would feel uneasy about betraying other alien races.
Totally impossible.
As the saying goes, for every person who kills dogs with righteousness, there will be many people who are unfaithful and educated.
The smarter and more knowledgeable a person is, the more things they consider, and the better they know how to manage their reputation.
They won't betray others casually. It's not that they are righteous, it's just that the price is not enough.
The price given by Aslan was enough, and these three people, who were regarded as the wisest people in the Changfeng Plain, decisively sold the entire foreign race in the Changfeng Plain.
Outside Changfeng Town, Rezabi led dozens of tribal leaders to block the outside of Changfeng Town, blocking the convoys from both sides.
"What do you mean Rezabi?" Gareth asked with a sullen face.
Rezabi spat and said with disdain: "What? Gareth, you guys have money to make, why don't you help your brothers."
Gareth had long known that something like this would happen. It was exactly what her mother said. She was not angry. Instead, she said calmly: "Do you earn less? 400,000 kilograms of grain per month. The extra output can wait.
Sell it to Lord Mero at a reasonable price. Based on your production in previous years, it is no problem to earn over a million kilograms of grain a year. In total, Belmode and I have earned hard-earned money."
Gareth's presence immediately caused an uproar.
Only Rezabi was confused. Why didn't he even know what 400,000 kilograms of grain per month meant?
Will Aslan give Rezabi 400,000 kilograms of grain per month? As long as enough iron ingots and tungsten gold ingots are delivered on time, Aslan is very happy to pay for the grain, and is even willing to increase the price.
This is what Aisha told Gareth. The reason why she didn't say to give it to the dwarves every month was just to take advantage of a loophole. If the dwarves honestly pulled things over every month and regarded this as confidentiality fees, they would not mention this.
Once again, Lord Mero would not take the initiative and just save this amount of food.
If the dwarves proposed it, Lord Mero would definitely agree to the price considering the stable source of steel, and would even encourage the dwarves to increase production and provide more food.
So really speaking, the dwarves make the most money, but Rezabi, an old drunkard with his irritable personality, would never think of this.
"You are so slanderous, why didn't I know about this?" Rezabi suddenly became angry when he saw the heads of the tribes following him looking at him with suspicion.
Gareth shrugged and pointed to Gawain and Belmod who happened to be walking next to him.
Only Gawain, who is at the peak of senior swordsmanship, is definitely at the bottom of all tribe leaders in terms of strength, because even the worst tribe leader has the strength of a swordsman.
However, Gawain's gleaming and enchanted armor really blinded many people present.
Such armor, even if it is made by the dwarves themselves, is still expensive, and only a few dwarf warriors are qualified to equip it.
But in front of them, a mere high-level swordsman of the human race could wear such precious armor, which refreshed their three views on the wealth of the human race.
Soon, the sound of neat footsteps was heard, and three columns of Merlot crossbowmen appeared. Their armor was not as gorgeous as Gawain's knight armor, but they were also equipped with breastplates and Ming Dynasty arm armor, because they were considered for combat.
Crossbowmen often carry four quivers on their backs. For convenience and lightness, the lower body does not wear armor. They wear the Tony steel helmet equipped by the British army during World War II. Because its brim extends, it can be more
Effectively protects against arrows fired from high altitudes.
Wow!
The Merlot crossbowmen who had upgraded their weapons again raised their Merlot crossbows in unison, their gleaming arrows pointed at the alien clan leader in front of them. If they could kill all the alien clan leaders here in one go, it would definitely cause chaos in the Changfeng Plain.
It's just that for a swordsman-level master at worst, no matter how well-trained the Merlot army is, it's impossible to keep them all behind. If these alien clan leaders break through with all their strength, Gawain can only stare blankly.
"This is Changfeng Town! The town of the lords of the Mero region. What do you want to do? Start a war with us humans?" Gawain asked loudly.
He is obviously just a high-level swordsman, but he has no stage fright when surrounded by great swordsmen and powerful swordsmen.
This is where the human race's strength lies.
Rezabi's face was terrifyingly gloomy. On the one hand, he was tricked by Gareth, and on the other hand, he was angered by Gawain's condescending attitude.
This is the arrogance of the human race.
"Human, are you threatening me?" Rezabi gritted his teeth and said, trying to divert the question so that other people's attention would shift to Gawain instead of his 400,000 kilograms of food per month.
Gawain held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Chief Rezabi, it seems that you don't want the 400,000 kilograms of food per month."
As soon as these words came out, all the foreigners present were in an uproar.
The initial suspicion quickly turned into doubt.
Rezabi wanted to roar loudly, but he endured it because other companions no longer trusted him, and Gareth and Belmode also vaguely protected Gawain among them. Even if he suddenly took action now, he would not necessarily be able to do so.
Able to kill Gawain.
Gareth next to him couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what Gawain said about four hundred thousand grains per month.