A few days ago, I was still scratching my head about these two tribes, and I was at a loss what to do. In the blink of an eye, I set foot on the camps of the two tribes and declared their occupation.
If he hadn't seen the scene of Goblins searching for wealth and plundering resources like locusts, Tamil would have almost thought he was dreaming.
In the past, goblins would have been hammered to death as soon as they showed up, let alone being domineering in front of the barbarians.
But now, the members of the Mad Wolf Tribe and the Violent Bear Tribe all have low eyebrows and drooped ears, not daring to show any disobedience.
It's not that they are cowards, it's that the conquerors are too powerful.
Have you ever seen any barbarian tribe bring a dozen mountain giants to help them fight?
That was a god who was nearly 20 meters tall. Let alone hitting him, he could tear down the entire camp just by stretching his legs and raising his feet.
Moreover, the mountain giant's best fighting method is to carry giant trees and throw stones from a long distance. They are basically human-shaped trebuchets and human-shaped bed crossbows.
Even when the tribe was in its heyday, one had to be cautious when facing mountain giants, not to mention that now that all the elites had been lost, they were weaker than ever.
The barbarians were very poor. Even if the goblins were greedy and plundered, the wealth they obtained was pitiful.
Except for some furs, animal tendons, dried meat and various colorful ores, the remaining 90% of the wealth is salt. Bought from human caravans in the south, it contains cyan, black and brown impurities, and even mixed with sea sand and sea mud.
of poor quality table salt.
This kind of low-quality salt is so expensive that a cow can only be exchanged for a piece the size of a sheep's head, but it sells very hotly. In the past, when Tamil had not yet obtained the system, his Furious tribe would often come to exchange for salt.
The Crazy Wolf Tribe and the Violent Bear Tribe are almost the local dealers of the southern caravans. They get goods from those human caravans and sell them on the ground, making them rich.
At the same time, he obtained sophisticated weapons and armor from the southern caravans, continuously increasing his own strength and intimidating those red-eyed tribes.
This is also the reason why Tamil chose to spread rumors as a "salt mine", because salt is the lifeblood of these two tribes and the source of their wealth and status.
However, in Tamil's view, the two tribes had other secret missions, a mission full of malice towards the plateau barbarians.
"Your Majesty, a total of more than 2,000 bags of salt have been seized, which should be 3,40 tons. In addition, people who have taken refuge with us have identified several counting houses."
The barbarians carried several counting rooms like chickens and threw them on the ground casually.
This is humanity, humanity from the Southern Kingdom.
They are very short in stature, just a little taller than hill dwarves, and not even as tall as tide frogmen.
Barbarians are generally 2 meters tall, and there are many who are 2 meters tall. Humans in the south are generally 1.6 meters tall, and only a few are 1.8 meters tall.
Moreover, the humans in the south are even thinner - at least in the eyes of the barbarians, their bodies are not even as good as the women of the barbarians.
It is said that in the Southern Kingdom, thinness is regarded as beauty, and skin and bones, chopstick legs and awl face are the symbols of perfection.
Nonsense!
Tamil spat, full of contempt for the southern human kingdom, and secretly decided to use his sword to correct the aesthetics of those people one day.
Tamil gave several accountants a heads-up and loaded the language pack.
"The Mad Wolf Tribe and the Violent Bear Tribe have been selling salt for hundreds of years. How come they have so little wealth? Tell me, where did all the money go?"
Putting his hand on the handle of the knife, Tamil said in a cold voice, "You may not tell me, or you may choose to lie to me, but as long as I find even one gold coin, you will be chopped into pieces the size of gold coins and fed to the dogs."
"Let's start with you. After you finish speaking, others will help you supplement and correct it."
The accountant who was called directly collapsed on the ground, "Master Chief..."
"Call His Majesty the King!" the barbarians corrected.
"Your Majesty the King, I am the liaison between the Redthorn Caravan and the Wild Wolf Tribe. I dare not deceive you. It is already the end of the year. The two families have just delivered the goods and settled all the accounts, so..."
"He lied!" a person next to him said gloomily.
"killed!"
The barbarian next to him raised his knife and killed the first accountant. His head rolled around seven or eight times, and the blood from his neck spurted three meters away. The headless corpse spasmed and twitched on the ground.
Tamir smiled and looked at the second person, "Say it. If what you say is wrong, or if you don't finish it, he will be your role model."
The remaining accountants were all trembling. In their eyes, Taimu's plain smile was the devil's greeting and the invitation to hell.
The second accountant swallowed his saliva and explained like he was pouring beans from his bamboo tube: "I am the person in charge of the Silver Hammer Stone Court Chamber of Commerce. Last month, we reached a deal with the two tribes and purchased a total of 1,000 sets of iron armor, 1,600 long guns, and 10 aircraft.
Dragon hunting crossbow, 100 dragon hunting arrows. A total of 210,000 gold coins."
Taimei nodded, "Are the Wild Wolf Tribe and Violent Bear Tribe so stupid? They paid for the goods before they even arrived?"
To be fair, wouldn't normal transactions involve paying a deposit first and then making the final payment?
The accountant suddenly felt his scalp numb, and out of the corner of his eye, he even saw the barbarian holding a knife next to him begin to smile ferociously.
"It's always been like this. Arms trading is different from other trades. These two tribes have no right to bargain. We have the final say on the rules and prices."
Fearing that the barbarian king opposite would kill him, the accountant hurriedly said: "Your Majesty the King, I am responsible for liaising with the transaction for this batch of ordnance. If you kill me, the Chamber of Commerce will definitely notice the abnormality, and the payment for this batch of goods will be wasted."
Your Majesty is too wise to kill me."
"Well, kill him!"
"Ah? Your Majesty, this is a business worth 210,000 gold coins! Ah——"
Tamir raised his foot and stepped on Gululu's head, looking towards the remaining cashiers who were trembling all over.
"The arms business, especially such a large-scale transaction, must be dominated by big lords and nobles. Even if an ordinary chamber of commerce has a supply of goods, it would not have the guts to sell here without the approval of the lords and nobles."
"It doesn't matter if you die. I don't think that lord or noble would dare to rely on me."
"Next."
The third accountant almost accepted his fate, "I am a slave captured by the Kuanglang tribe when they were clearing grass. I can write a few words, so they keep me doing some writing and calculation. Every year during the first snowfall, Kuanglang...
The wolf tribe will support those small tribes in the form of materials and equipment. After the small tribes have eaten and drank enough, they will go south to plunder. This month, 17 tribes have been supported, and the total value of the materials loaned is 74,185 gold coins. If these small tribes return with full loads, they will
It must be repaid in double.”
Tamil was a little confused when he heard this. Barbarians are not too sensitive to numbers. When they calculate their wealth, they use a group of sheep and a group of cows instead of 8 sheep and 3 cows. Things like lending and collecting money are too advanced. Tamil listened.
Big head.
From God’s perspective, Xi Tong secretly cursed in his heart, the monthly interest rate is 100%, this is even more Korean than Gaoli!
Barbarians can't get rid of these frivolous intestines. Needless to say, it must be a vicious trick of the southern businessmen.