"Price? That's what you fat guys know! Isn't it enough to fight and grab things? Waaagh! waaagh!" This night goblin leader seems to have just emerged from the earth, and his head is 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 cause 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 one 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 mean, dwarf, how much are you willing to pay for me and my boys?"
"Five hundred, it's also five hundred! Don't worry, warrior, 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.
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"Are you kidding about Iron Head Ahetanmu? Five hundred and five hundred, hum!" The ogre pointed at Snorri from a distance 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 own analysis.
"Those blackened green dwarfs want you to attack the city and attack the solid mountain fortress that our sons of the mountains have carved out of the mountains! You have to advance with artillery, muskets and hard crossbows! Although you, Aihetan, have no
Armor protects you, but what about your kin behind you? They only have plastron, how much do you think they will have left after a battle?"
Snorri asked his question. He knew that although living in a bitter cold land was not considered rich, most ogres would wear a piece of armor on their stomachs. For them, the plastron was very important, because they
The most important organs are hidden behind that big belly.
The plastron can prevent them from being disemboweled - the most horrific way of death for ogres - but their shoulders and heads are still exposed to fire, and only their naturally thick skin can provide some protection.
"And all I need you to do is pick up a stick and smash those green guys who are not much bigger than you cowards!" Snorri saw some green short creatures jumping around the ogres. p>
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 with goblins, nubulas 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 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.<
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Since Snorri did not bring long-range firepower in order to speed up, the goblin leader who noticed this did not take any more precautions.
"Hey! Get the hammer!" Snorri yelled and threw the war hammer in his hand.
With a sound of "Poof!", the head of the night goblin leader was shattered by the skill bonus!
Seeing the green and white ground, everyone present was stunned for a moment. Soon, the ogres reacted, 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 night goblin whose boss collected 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? Waiting for new mushrooms to grow in the ground?" Snorri shouted at the anvil guards who were also dazed.
The anvil guards came to their senses immediately, and they swarmed up and chopped the dozen or so 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 took 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.
Eyes.
"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 do something for me?" Snorri held the cleaned warhammer in his hand and waved it while giving it to the one who had just triggered it.
Rune Charge stared at Ahetanmu with evil intent.
The ogre leader also felt a little guilty. He pretended to look around and then nodded. "It seems that I can only do things for you! We have agreed in advance that we will not do the work that will lead to death!"
"That's natural, but I have to ask clearly, have you ever desecrated the bodies 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 fighting bravely, 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
