In fact, the Dead Tribe does not have so-called military camps. They advance endlessly and do not need to be stationed. The only logistical force is the blacksmith. The blacksmiths need to make arrows and repair weapons and armor. It just so happens that the Seven Shas have the best dwarves in the Dead Tribe.
Blacksmith Camp.
"Welcome! Demon King Zhao..."
Qisha stood in front of the former steel factory with his arms folded, staring at Zhao Guanren with a smile. Behind him were more than a dozen purple fire-level personal guards. A large number of corpse soldiers were entering and exiting the steel factory, constantly firing armor and weapons.
Transporting in and out, it looks like it's in full swing.
"No need to line up to welcome you in a pretentious manner. If you don't feel happy, I won't feel happy either..."
Zhao Guanren pedaled a shared bicycle and parked outside the factory gate. He did not have the usual treacherous smile, and said expressionlessly: "I don't want to steal the treasure, I just find the blacksmith to build a few things, and take a look at the military strength by the way. I will give you the next one."
score!"
"Give us a rating? You really think you are an expert on extinct clans..."
Qi Sha laughed scornfully and jumped onto the corpse horse, probably deliberately to appear taller than him. He trailed a few steps behind Zhao Guanren. Zhao Guanren didn't bother to pay attention to the woman's pettiness, and accelerated his speed and rode into the deep factory building.
The scale of the blacksmith camp was larger than he imagined. Almost all of the dozen or so workshops were occupied by dwarf blacksmiths. Naturally, the dwarves were all dead tribes. They were divided into three grades: high, high, and low. There was also a special repair workshop, which looked very professional.
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"Don't we use human steel..."
Zhao Guanren stopped outside the mid-range workshop. In fact, dwarves are not that short, with an average height of more than 1.5 meters. They are short and sturdy. Almost every dwarf has their spiritual intelligence turned on. They looked at him curiously when they saw him coming.
"Human steel cannot make good weapons, and the garbage produced is used by low-level corpse soldiers..."
Qisha said calmly: "For mid-level and above Horcruxes, the materials must be collected from our hometown. It is very troublesome to transport them. Currently, they are recycled and reused. New Horcruxes are rarely made, but the master workshop cannot be visited. The dwarves'
If you don’t tell anyone about your forging skills, I won’t even allow you to enter!”
"A bunch of old-fashioned old antiques, they still treat obsolete things as treasures..."
Zhao Guanren pedaled the car and continued to move forward, and finally came to the outside of an armory guarded by corpse soldiers. Zhou Miao was standing in front of the door talking to the matchmaker. When Zhou Miao saw him coming, she kept winking, which meant that she had found a good treasure.
"Don't wink, the dead tribe won't have good things, good things are not made by them..."
Zhao Guanren got out of the car casually, without giving Qi Sha any face. After walking into the armory, he lit the signal baton, browsed the swords, guns, swords and halberds on the weapons rack, and finally opened the security door of the small treasure house.
"Hey~ What kind of treasure house is this? It's a waste recycling station..."
Zhao Guanren walked in in surprise. There were three rows of shelves in the treasure house, which were filled with messy Horcruxes. Some of them were already covered with dust, but he was surprised and said: "Duoduo! How did you know there is a treasure here?"
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"I overheard the chat between Qi Sha's personal guards..."
Zhou Miao whispered: "The guards said that Qi Sha was stingy and wouldn't let them use the treasure even if it was left in ashes. They also said that the best one here is the Purple Heart Shield. I just tricked the matchmaker and she said that the wood in the second row is
Inside the box is the Purple Heart Shield!"
Zhao Guanren walked over and picked up a small wooden box. When he opened it, he found a small black shield as big as a palm, dotted with a purple chicken heart gem in the middle.
"Qisha! Can you give this little thing to me..."
Zhao Guanren turned to look at Qisha at the door, and raised the small wooden box in his hand, but Qisha asked with a puzzled look: "Matchmaker! What is this, why haven't I seen it before?"
"Your Majesty! You have so many treasures that the warehouse can hardly hold them..."
The matchmaker spread her hands with a bitter look on her face
Laughing, Qi Sha curled his lips and acquiesced. Zhao Guanren took the box and walked out, saying: "Duoduo! Wait for me at the door with the matchmaker. I'll go find the dwarf master to build something. Qi Sha can lead the way for me!"
"The dwarves don't belong to me, and the master's temper is also very weird. It doesn't matter if you want to see me or not..."
Qisha lazily led him outside and arrived at a large courtyard guarded by dwarf warriors. Zhao Guanren stepped forward and pulled out the soul-killing knife and said something to several guards.
"Oh~"
The four guards' eyes widened in shock, and they looked like we all knew the stuff. They quickly ran in and passed the news. After a while, they led him into the office building, but Qi Sha and others were blocked.
Outside.
"Brother! I heard that there is a magic weapon, let me see the sword..."
An old dwarf with a white beard was sitting behind the desk, holding a can of Budweiser beer in his hand. His accent actually sounded a bit northeastern, which was much more standard than Qi Shako who had a sock in his mouth.
"Please look!"
Zhao Guanren handed him the soul-killing knife. Unexpectedly, the old dwarf actually stood up excitedly, pulled out the knife and caressed it back and forth. He was so excited that he almost had a heart attack.
"..."
The old dwarf chattered in dwarf language, but after a while he said in frustration: "This is not a forged sword, it is a magical weapon that was forged and refined with soul fire. This kind of uncanny craftsmanship cannot be achieved by our people."
It’s beyond your reach!”
"Can't fix it?"
Zhao Guanren has been worried that the soul-killing knife will break. The soul-killing knife is already broken like a saw.
"There is nothing I can do! This is the first time I have seen such a magical weapon..."
The old dwarf shook his head and said: "The skill of soul-fire forged swords has always been a distant legend to our clan, but the original owner must have a very tragic story. The blade that can damage this sword will also be damaged.
It’s a magical weapon!”
"Look at this for me again..."
Zhao Guanren handed over the Purple Heart Shield again. The old dwarf glanced at it and said: "It's just the Heart-Eating Shield of the Black Demon Tribe. It is considered the top defensive card of the Purple Level. It is not rare, but it is better than the gold ring on your hand!"
Zhao Guanren said in surprise: "Why is it called the Heart-Eating Shield?"
"Actually, this is a trap set by the Black Demon Clan earlier..."
The old dwarf spread his hands and said: "The black demons deliberately discarded the heart-eating shield to seduce unknowing human monks. It will unknowingly eat away at human minds and eventually turn humans into walking corpses. However, this is not good for the dead clan.
It doesn’t matter, we are just zombies!”
"Didn't you realize that I am a human being..."
Zhao Guanren looked at him with a strange face, but the old dwarf said: "Isn't he a big devil? Sooner or later he will become a dead clan. It doesn't matter if he does it sooner. Welcome to join the club of the dead!"
"Thanks!"
Zhao Guanren looked at him with an aggrieved expression, but the old dwarf pointed at the ice dagger in his waist and said with two bright purple eyes: "Are you willing to make an exchange with me? I can help you upgrade the gold ring and give you another one."
A purple-level flame knife is a good deal!"
"Do you think I'm stupid? But I still have a baby..."
Zhao Guanren took out a plastic bag from his pocket. When he opened it, he found a piece of blackened rotten meat with a broken piece of armor attached to it. He put it on the table and said with a smile: "This is the authentic five-clawed dragon meat. The Lord of Darkness once
The mount has dragon scales on it!"
"Let me see!"
The old dwarf snatched the dragon meat away, actually tore off a shred of meat and threw it into his mouth. After chewing it, he exclaimed in surprise: "Dragon meat! It's really dragon meat. I want the dragon scales on it."
I will give you my best work, so you must promise me!"
"No! I want three
Pieces, choose by yourself..."
Zhao Guanren shook his head gently, and the old dwarf led him into the warehouse with a silly smile.
After a period of crazy sales, Zhao Guanren chose three items that looked very rich, and the old dwarf almost burst his belly laughing.
"Uh~"
The old dwarf's smile suddenly froze, and Zhao Guanren actually took out another large piece of dragon scale, even bigger than his palm.
"How could this be possible..."
The old dwarf held his head and almost went crazy. When it came to doing business, the entire dwarf race combined was no match for Zhao Guanren.
"Don't be angry, I can give you this dragon scale..."
Zhao Guanren hugged him and asked in a low voice: "I know! Sometimes we need to do some private things, and we don't want Yong Ye to know. Is there something like a magic locking ring that can temporarily suppress the magic pattern?"
"No! Never..."
The old dwarf quickly shook his head and said: "We have the ability to create the magic locking ring, but if Yong Ye finds out, he will destroy our entire clan. Moreover, the magic locking ring cannot be completed in a few days, it will take at least several months.
Once the furnace is turned on we will be done!"
"That's a pity! I'll make my own breast shield..."
Zhao Guanren put the dragon scale on his chest and gestured. The old dwarf held his head and shouted: "No! You can't treat it like this. The dragon scale is a waste on your hands. I can't stand it anymore. I'll give you a finished product, but something happened."
I will never admit it!"
"make a deal!"
Zhao Guanren happily gave him the dragon scale. The old dwarf opened a secret door thiefly and used the key to open an iron cabinet full of patterns. There were more than a dozen boxes of various sizes inside.
It's still blooming even when it's not opened.
"Here! Leave quickly..."
The old dwarf quickly stuffed a box into him, but when he looked up, he almost died on the spot. Zhao Guanren actually still had a large piece of dragon scale in his hand, with dragon skin and dragon meat stuck to it, and it was still unburnt.
"Hehe~ I want that shiny thing and that big gold chain..."
Zhao Guanren gave him a handful of dragon scales and took out two things from the cabinet. The old dwarf slumped down on the ground with tears streaming down his face and asked in a mournful voice: "How many dragon scales are there?"
"Not much! Just one dragon..."
Zhao Guanren chuckled evilly, picked up a big wooden box, put all the loot in it, and grabbed a crossbow while the old dwarf wasn't paying attention, and then ran out like a gust of wind.
Qi Sha was waiting outside the hospital and asked in surprise: "What did you exchange for such a big box of things with the old miser?"
"There's a baby! Come with me to see..."
Zhao Guanren smiled and pulled her into the woods. After putting down the box, he took out the Heart-Eating Shield, held it in front of her and asked, "Are you sure you haven't seen this thing before?"
"Cut~"
Qi Sha leaned against the tree nonchalantly and said scornfully: "I have too many things. How can I remember them all? Just take them if you want. Anyway, I am thick-skinned. I have to take them again after I say I won't take them!"
Zhao Guanren said again: "Let me ask this. There is Yong Ye's spy around him, so he should know about it, right?"
"I know!"
Qisha said: "Who doesn't have Yong Ye's spy around? The big demon king is a carrot and a pit, and the people below are all staring at the demon king's throne. If Yong Ye doesn't tell me, they will take the initiative to find something to do with me. What's so surprising about this?
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"If I say that the matchmaker is a traitor, she is the supervisor sent by Yong Ye. Do you believe it..."
Zhao Guanren looked at her with bright eyes. Qi Sha straightened up and said with a livid face: "Fart! This is absolutely impossible..."