funbook-pk Chapter 121 Weapons
Chapter 121 Weapons
The caravan members who were forcibly detained by Thor, although they had traveled all over the country for many years, most of them had one or two professional levels. Among ordinary people, they could be considered as good at taking on ten people at once.
However, such strength is clearly insufficient compared to the vicious and evil creatures under Thor's command.
Some were executed for trying to escape, while others clashed with other monsters, resulting in casualties on both sides.
Thor usually doesn't bother with his chaotic underlings; several die almost every day, while new evil creatures join in.
So although the number of his subordinates hasn't changed much, they have actually been constantly being updated and replaced.
But those humans he forcibly kept were different. To the caravans, these were all people with names and identities. Losing even one of them meant a real loss, with no possibility of replacement.
Now that the other party has brought back all of Thor's men, he is unable to return the corresponding members of the caravan as promised. Is he going to break his promise?
But in the blink of an eye, Thor grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.
He did indeed say that he would return one subordinate and release one human. Since the caravan didn't have enough members, he would just use members from other caravans to make up for it.
They're all human, so they can all be used in the same way.
After giving the dog-headed man a few more instructions, the small creature with reddish-brown scales immediately hopped away.
Before long, it led a group of humans over. They all looked disheveled, their clothes were covered in filth, and they even smelled faintly of foul odor. They were almost no different from monsters in the wilderness.
The long-awaited reunion brought genuine joy to them and the members of the caravan.
However, after recognizing each other, Mark's expression became somewhat awkward, and he spoke cautiously.
"Your Excellency Red Dragon, some of these people don't seem to be members of our caravan. What do you think...?"
Upon hearing this, Thor's molten gold pupils narrowed instantly, and he exhaled two scorching breaths from his nostrils, speaking with a threatening tone.
"Are you saying I made a mistake?"
The oncoming gust of wind stung Mark's skin, and he immediately realized that he might have overstepped his bounds.
"No! No! I absolutely didn't mean that. I must have mistaken them for someone else because they were too dirty."
Looking at them now, they are indeed members of our caravan, not one missing, all of them are here.
The other party's pragmatism made Thor burst into laughter, the rolling sound waves echoing through the valley for a long time.
Then he waved his paw, and more kobolds and beastmen came up and began to remove the waterproof cloths covering the carriages.
The salt, ironware, and various daily necessities that had been loaded earlier had been transformed into animal hides, dried herbs, magical materials, and a small amount of ores and jewelry.
Although Thor didn't need most of the items inside, he still had thousands of men, so he unceremoniously took half of them.
When the caravan members saw this, their faces showed expressions as if their mothers had died.
But then he thought that losing his wealth was better than losing his life. Judging from the situation, he should be able to save his life, and a secret joy welled up in his heart.
What they didn't expect was that the "surprise" didn't end there.
Saul knew that dealing with businessmen required neither showing them mercy nor exploiting them too much.
If you soften your stance, the other party will find all sorts of loopholes to exploit; if you exploit them too much, they will stay far away.
So after having his men carry away the goods he had chosen, he summoned another kobold and growled in a low voice:
"Go and bring over all those little gadgets that the gray dwarves have recently made."
The kobold accepted the order and left. Not long after, he arrived with a group of gray dwarves.
These gray dwarves were mostly carrying long, narrow wooden boxes in their hands. Their gazes swept over the humans in the caravan with a sinister scrutiny.
In the eyes of the Grey Dwarves, humans are superior slaves, far more useful than the bizarre creatures of the Underdark.
Even though he had been subdued by Thor and was in a state of enslavement, his innate nature could not be changed.
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Thor stretched out his claws and snatched the wooden box from the lead grey dwarf craftsman. A surge of intense heat caused the box's outer shell to char and burst open, revealing a long, gleaming white sword dotted with azure stars inside.
The other gray dwarves also opened the wooden boxes, revealing all sorts of weapons inside.
"Look at this, forged from refined steel and combined with makara stone from the depths of the earth, this is the result of a powerful weapon."
Although it's not enchanted, its hardness and toughness are in no way inferior to some low-level magical weapons. I have many more like it. Interested in making a trade?
A qualified businessman should have a keen sense of wealth, like a dragon. The moment Mark saw the long knife, his eyes lit up.
"I wonder what kind of trade the great red dragon desires? If there is anything I can do to serve you, I will do my utmost."
Thor brandished the longsword in his claws, his sharp fingers applying slight pressure, leaving five shallow scratches on the blade amidst a grating scraping sound.
As soon as his claws loosened, the entire long knife immediately plummeted to the ground under the force of gravity, embedding itself deeply into the soil.
"Take this longsword as an example. I'll charge you 300 gold coins for it. As for how much you can sell it for, that depends on your skills."
This price is not low. In this world, the monthly living expenses of an average family of three are only about one gold coin.
The vast majority of people without a special skill can't save any money throughout the year, and their daily income is just enough to cover their expenses.
In other words, such a long knife would require an average family to work for 25 years without eating or drinking in order to afford it.
Upon hearing the offer, Mark hesitated for a moment. His businessman's instincts told him to try and lower the price further, but the moment his eyes met Thor's molten gold pupils, all his confidence vanished.
What are you thinking? This creature in front of you is not someone you can bargain with. What he's saying isn't negotiation, it's clearly an order.
Realizing this, Mark couldn't help but give a wry smile, saying with a hint of guilt:
"This is a very good deal, I agree, it's just that the profits from this trade weren't too good, and I didn't have any gold coins on me, so..."
Thor naturally knew the reason for all this; he had already emptied the old man's pockets of all his money.
The reason he brought out these weapons, forged from iron ore and mixed with a small amount of sparrow stone and dragon crystal, was not to continue plundering the other party's property, but to use them as bait to attract more merchants and even other creatures.