Azeroth, the continent of Kalimdor, northeast of the Stonetalon Mountains, at the foot of the Wind Valley.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the nearby mountain peaks and towering forests, reflecting on an open space in front of an apparently newly excavated mine at the junction of the forest and mountains.
The clearing is surrounded by large and small gravels. Three or four short green-skinned goblin chefs, holding machetes, are working around the body of a strong black-antlered deer. The deer's blood is scattered.
A large number of flies were attracted to the green grass that had not been completely cleared in the open space. Not far away, next to a stream branching off from the Black Wolf River, another group of smaller figures were busy.
The goblin merchant Gazruin sat in the cleanest place in the middle of the open space, in front of two unloaded carriages, where a bonfire of piled firewood had just been set up. A rough animal skin carpet was spread around the bonfire. Beside him, sat
With his assistant, the young goblin Fizzix.
Behind them stood two goblin guards carrying dwarf rifles and carrying axes. Sitting in front of them was actually a male kobold.
This kobold is wearing light gray clothes and trousers made of linen. He must have been working for a long time, and the color of the clothes and trousers looks a bit dirty. He is carrying a dark satchel with green edges and a hat made of extremely rough workmanship.
The same filthy hat with no discernible material. What’s even more ridiculous is that the top of the hat is actually a yellow candle that has just been extinguished by the mountain wind. The melted and then solidified wax oil formed on the top of his head.
A strange shape.
The kobold's age is invisible. He has a messy beard like a mouse. His eyes are small, like mung beans, and his eyeballs are brown, as if he has an eye disease.
This kobold seemed to be very uneasy about the outside environment. He kept looking around, looking melancholy at the setting sun, and couldn't help but touch the candle above his head several times.
Gazruin and Fizzix waited patiently, until the kobold finally adapted to the summer evening sky, and then Gazruin slowly said in goblin language: "Gaspar Lephita"
, the cooperation with your family at the beginning of this year is the wisest decision I have made since I was born. I thank you very much
It only took us four months to find a rich iron mine in this desolate mountain range. Tonight's banquet is a small token of my gratitude. In addition to rewarding your family, I will also
A big shot is here. I hope you can convince your family not to be afraid of the world outside the mine."
"Lepheta" is a noun with multiple meanings in the barren language of the kobolds. It can be called "father", "leader", "wise man" or "elder".
The kobold named Gaspar was still a little embarrassed, but it was not because he was facing four goblins who were taller than him.
Gazrouin smiled, put down the cigar in his hand, took out the flint and handed it over. Gaspar refused, took out two small stones from his satchel, rubbed them together and lit a handful of soft dry moss.
, carefully lit the candle above his head.
As the small candle flame swayed in the evening breeze, Gaspar breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to find himself again.
He took out two small shiny stones from his bag as if they were offering treasures, and spoke in extremely skilled goblin language with the unique nasal voice of a kobold: "Two gentlemen, this is a branch of our mine.
I found it, I think you guys must need it very much."
Fitzkus took it and took out the magnifying glass from his waist. He looked at it carefully. The smile on his face was suppressed by him as soon as it appeared. Then he respectfully handed the two small stones to Gaz.
In front of Lu Yin, he whispered: "Sir, this is malachite mixed with gold particles. It seems that we have found the associated gold mine in the blast mine!"
Gazrouin did not show that excitement. He just took a puff of his cigar and said with a smile: "Gaspar Lefita, just in terms of the ability to find mineral veins, I think the noble race has surpassed other people."
A continent of dwarves. This is indeed a good thing we need! Please rest assured, I guarantee on the honor of the entire goblin race that our previous contract will be strictly enforced."
He lit the two small stones in his hand with his cigar: "If you really find a gold mine, then our agreement will increase the income and share for your family."
Gaspar nodded, took the cigar that Fizzix handed to him, lit it on the bonfire in front of him, and imitated Gazruin, blowing out a puff of white smoke.
Gazruin squinted his eyes and looked at the kobold who was choking on the cigar smoke and coughing through the smoke that had not yet dispersed. He was extremely excited and secretly sighed: Hiring kobolds is really a good deal!
At this time, the group of short figures by the creek suddenly became panicked. Fitzkus stood up. A goblin guard behind him had already climbed up the carriage nimbly, looked around, and shouted: "Sir, it's those guys."
The lumberjacks are coming!”
Gazruin did not accuse the guard of being disrespectful in his words. He smiled and said, "Fezquez, let's go meet this big man!"
Fezquez curled his lips and followed Gazrouin reluctantly. Gaspar had already dropped the cigar in his hand on the ground. He looked around indifferently and protected the candle above his head with his hand.
, took two steps, and shouted loudly to the group of panicked figures by the stream: "Why are you panicking? Work quickly!"
So the group of female kobolds he scolded became busy again. Gaspar sniffed his nose vigorously and watched the two goblin chefs directing the four kobolds to carry a large piece of divided venison.
He put it on the bonfire, sprinkled it with spices imported by the goblins from the humans in the Eastern Continent, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
The two carriages were greeted by Gazruin, Fezquez and others, and were immediately led aside by another group of kobolds commanded by Fezquez.
Ten tall human horses surrounded a pony, crossed the creek, and emerged from the forest under the gradually darkening sky.
Sitting on the leader's pony was a chubby goblin, wearing a high black hat. He held his head high, holding the reins in one hand and a short cane in the other.
Surrounding him were two goblin servants, four human mercenaries, including a human mage, two dwarves carrying muskets, and two strong and fierce jackals.
The kobolds who were arranged by Gaspar to guard around the clearing surrounded them from a distance, staring at the two gnolls in fear, and tremblingly holding up the kobolds' usual weapon--the miner's pickaxe.
The chubby goblin laughed with undisguised contempt and pulled the reins. Then a gnoll immediately jumped off the horse. He had a one-handed ax on his waist, took off a shield from behind, and half-knelt on the ground.
Carrying the shield on his strong shoulders, the goblin jumped down briskly while stepping on the shield.
Gazrouin smiled and said: "Kapelan, my old friend, you are always so arrogant!" The chubby goblin Kapelan did not answer. He stepped on the ground with his feet, as if he disliked the fact that it was not cleaned up.
The green grass stung my feet.
His action made Fizquez even more unhappy, and even the expressions of Gazruin's two guards changed. Then Capelan opened his arms and hugged Gazruin enthusiastically: "Time is money.
, Money is life, my friend. I heard that you were going to host a banquet for your employees, so I immediately gave up my work and came here with the supplies you need. "
Gazrouin was still very polite, and the two hugged each other warmly and immediately separated. He said: "Thank you very much for coming, and thank you very much for delivering the supplies I ordered in time. So, please sit inside, everything is fine."
Arrangements are made my friend!"
He leaned into Capelan's ear and whispered: "I suggest you keep the gnolls away. This will make my kobold friends uneasy!"
Kapellan laughed: "Kobolds, haha, they are afraid of everything, but the funny thing is, they are not afraid of those cute dwarfs. It's so interesting!" Then he waved his hand, and a whole person behind him
The team of guards, led by one of the tall human knights, walked to the other side of the open space.
Kapellan was absent-minded about Gazruin's introduction. Similarly, Gaspar didn't show much affection towards this so-called "big man". He couldn't wait to return to the entrance of the mine not far behind him and blew the whistle.
A horn.
Then a large number of kobold miners emerged from the mines in an orderly manner, and under Gaspar's casual command, they sat in front of various bonfires.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, and there were seven or eight orange-red bonfires, and candles flickered around them. Then the female kobolds shuttled back and forth, carrying barrels of low-quality sugar cane wine, and distributing wooden cups and wooden bowls.
Go down.
These male kobolds were very silent, and their movements were very interesting. When everyone had wine in front of them, the female kobolds, under the command of the goblin chef, began to cut the roasted venison into pieces and divide them into plates.
Spar raised his wine glass casually, and all the male kobolds raised their wine glasses or bowls in unison, and then drank the wine in one gulp.
Capelan was dumbfounded. After a while, he said to Gazruin enviously: "I have to say, I am extremely envious of you now, my old friend. What you have found is a group of real workers!" His eyes changed.
It was fiery, but not towards the kobold, but towards the mine behind him.
At this time, a female kobold timidly approached Gaspar and said something in the language of the kobold. Gaspar nodded, indicating that he understood, and then continued to deal with the wooden plate in front of him.
Venison on the table.
Fitzkus asked curiously: "Gaspar Lefita, what's the matter?" Gaspar wiped his mouth. This action made the goblins sitting on the same carpet couldn't help but smile slightly.
He frowned, and then said: "Oh, it's nothing, my twenty-sixth child was born. It's really strange, this is the seventh child, and there is only one child."
Gazrouin, who deliberately provided some information about the kobold race, said: "Maybe your big family will have another spellcaster!" Gaspar smiled: "No, we kobolds think that twins
Only then will a spell caster be produced."
Gazrouin laughed loudly: "Then my knowledge is wrong. Since you have an extra child, how about you take it out for us to take a look at and ask Mr. Capelan to give him his blessing?"
Kapellan's face changed several times. Although he didn't like kobolds, based on his rough understanding of kobolds, this was an intelligent race with strong reproductive capacity. Each child would give birth to at least three. On the one hand, he was jealous.
It only took Gazrouin less than half a year to discover a large iron mine. At the same time, he was also curious about what the child of a kobold who only gave birth to one child would look like.
Soon a young kobold newborn was wrapped in clean linen and carried out by a female kobold. This was a wrinkled newborn kobold with light white skin and a moist black nose.
hands clenched into fists.
"He really looks like a little mouse!" Kapellan said softly, and when he saw Gazrouin's slightly reproachful look, he smiled awkwardly.
In fact, in terms of appearance alone, goblins are on the same level as kobolds in terms of appearance. And the goblin race is the least racist in the entire Azeroth world.
"Bless this young life to be healthy and strong, and may he gain countless wealth in his life!" Capelan looked at the newborn kobold and inexplicably remembered the appearance of his first son when he was born, so he solemnly said
Said: "As the deputy director of the Kalimdor Division of my venture capital company, I would like to give my blessings and my name..."
He pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt blessed: "My name is Prell!"
Gaspar blinked and thought the name wasn't too bad, so he nodded: "Then let's call it Prell!"
The newly named kobold suddenly opened his eyes and burst into tears. Gaspar laughed loudly and patted the buttocks of his 26th child and 19th son.