Chapter 88 Craftsmen
Dorai Tucheng, the last day comes.
The goblin warriors and goblin knights who went out to participate in the search were the last force of the Diyan tribe. When they were destroyed by the thunder beast camp in the mountains and forests, the small town on the shore of the mirror lake was completely in chaos.
There were few goglin soldiers left in the city, and no powerful leader stood up to lead them. The escape of the leader Terena became the last straw to crush the camel.
So when the thunder beast battalion, which won a complete victory, launched an attack on Tucheng under the command of the rock hammer, the gobline soldiers in the city did not organize any decent resistance at all.
Only those soldiers who stayed in the arrow tower tried to intercept with bows and arrows, but the rebels were either killed into scum by Aklan's fireball or shot into a hornet's nest by the thunder beast archers.
Most gogmy warriors run around in panic like green gophs, trying to find a safe place to hide.
The mine path to the mountains in the city has become their last choice, and there are too many places to hide in those maze-like underground passages.
Therefore, the thunder beast warriors rushed into Dole almost without hindrance, and quickly occupied the whole small city, suppressing some sporadic resistance in the city.
When Leon came back, he saw the thunder beast battle flag fluttering in the wind on the head of the Dole earth wall at a glance!
"Brother Lei, we have won!"
The rock hammer shouted loudly, hoping that the whole continent would know his victory - this bear hammer was the first person to break into the city.
"It's a good luck!" Leon smiled and punched him in the chest: "Don't be careless. There are many houses here. Be careful of enemies hiding."
"Most of the goblands hid in the mine, and the others were basically captured by us, including a group of craftsmen." Aklan beside him smiled and said, "I think you will be very interested in them."
"Oh, by the way, we also rescued a group of orc slaves!"
There are as many as five or six hundred orc slaves in Dole Tucheng. Most of them are bears, cows, horses, wolves, tigers and other ethnic groups. They are basically strong young men.
These orcs come from different tribes and are captured in the battle of the gypt. They are engaged in the hardest and most dangerous work in the Diyan tribe and are treated worse than the green-skinned gyplands.
So the orcs that Leon saw were all bruised and dirty. The long-term hunger made them all very thin, and many people also suffered from diseases.
However, when they realized that they and others had been rescued, many people shed tears of excitement, and some people, regardless of their weakness, wanted to find weapons to avenge the gophants.
Leon personally came out to comfort them, and finally told the rock hammer, "These are all our brothers. Let Luoya work harder to treat them well, and don't give them too much food."
"Don't worry, I will take good care of them." The rock hammer nodded.
Looking at these suffering compatriots, he felt uncomfortable, and he hated the gobler even more: "Brother Lei, what about those gobents hiding in the mine? Do you want me to kill someone in?"
"Don't worry, let them live a little longer!" Leon smiled, but his eyes were cold: "I'll give them a good look later. Just send someone to guard the entrance of the cave first!"
If most of the goblers had not run away, it would have been difficult for more than 300 thunder beast warriors alone to control this small city. Leon turned around several key places in the city and saw the craftsmen in Aklan's mouth that could make him interested.
To his surprise, this group of more than 50 craftsmen were all human race!
Under the custody of several heavily armed thunder beast warriors, these craftsmen all looked very frightened. They did not know what their fate would be. Many people even knelt on the ground and cried and prayed.
From Aklan's mouth, Leon knew that they had been working in various workshops of the tribe. When the goblins fled, they all left them behind, and then they were found and gathered together by the thunder beast warriors.
Compared with the spirits, the orcs do not have much hostility to the human race.
"You don't have to be afraid. We won't hurt you. Is there anyone among you who is the leader?" Leon asked gently.
As Aklan said, Leon is really interested in this group of craftsmen.
For a long time, the Crazy Hammer tribe has not even had a craftsman. Even the most common iron pot needs to be bought out, not to mention weapons and other equipment.
Even in the whole Kingdom of Bemeng, there are not many excellent craftsmen. They are brave and good at fighting, but they are not good at all kinds of handicrafts. Therefore, the kingdom needs to exchange various specialties and minerals for excellent weapons, armor and other things from the human country every year.
In this regard, the human race has an absolute advantage. Weapons, handicrafts, jewelry, daily necessities, etc. produced by many ethnic craftsmen are sold throughout the continent, and even demons like it very much.
There are more than 50 human craftsmen in this gobland tribe, which is a surprise for Leon.
Dolai Tucheng is full of smelting workshops, and the refining of ore metal to make weapons has completely become a large-scale industry. The mountain of slag piles piles by the lake outside the city is the best proof.
With these craftsmen, the mad hammer tribe has the ability to produce its own weapons and equipment, and there is no need for Leon to take risks to buy in human towns, which undoubtedly greatly improves the strength of the tribe.
For Leon's inquiry, the craftsmen looked at each other in front of each other. No one dared to answer, and everyone's face was full of fear.
"Do any of you want to talk to me?" Leon had to ask again.
This time, someone finally stood up.
"Your Excellency, I am their instructor. Do you have any instructions?"
What came out was an old man with white temples. His burly skin was dark, and his wrinkled face had deep traces of wind and frost baptism.
Leon noticed that his hands were particularly thick and covered with cocoons.
"What's your name?"
"Rubin, Rubin. Shugster, your excellency.
"Rubin. Xiugster..." Leon looked at the other party with great interest and was able to have a surname, indicating that the old craftsman was likely to be a descendant of a nobleman, or from a certain family.
"You don't need to be afraid. I can guarantee your safety. I'm Leon of the Crazy Hammer Tribe, and the commander of the Bemon army who has just occupied here." Leon motioned the soldier beside him to move a chair: "Please sit down. I have some questions to ask you."
Maybe Leon's kind attitude infected the other party. His name is Rubin. The old craftsman of Stewgster put down his nervous mood and sat opposite Leon.
Through the conversation, Leon knew that all the craftsmen here were bought by the Diyan tribe from the slave traders.
After the Diyan tribe occupied the Tucheng, they found that there were rich mineral deposits under the mountains near the city. Although they had green gophins that could be mined, they lacked the means to smelt and build weapons.
Therefore, the Diyan tribe and the slave traders of the human race reached an agreement and bought several groups of human craftsmen one after another. Finally, half of the smelted precious metals were sold to the slave traders and half to the elves.
The sources of these craftsmen are relatively complex. Some are bankrupt civilians, some have offended the prisoners who have been imprisoned by the nobles, and some have been directly forcibly captured.
Rubin. Shugster was originally a descendant of a small nobleman somewhere, but his father's family was ruined and he became a blacksmith in order to make a living.
His situation is relatively special. It turned out that he was hired. Later, he found that he was deceived, but it was impossible to have a chance to escape if he was brought here. He had no choice but to stay in Dolai Tucheng for several years.
Due to Rubin. Shugster's craftsmanship is superb, and he is also the oldest, so he has a high prestige among a group of human craftsmen, and even the Gobers are more polite to him.
So that's it! Leon finally understood the ins and outs of the other party and others.
He thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Rubin, I sympathize with you, but I also hope you can understand that our Crazy Hammer tribe needs excellent craftsmen like you to work for us..."
Seeing that the other party's face was a little helpless, Leon smiled and said, "But you can rest assured that we will never treat you like a gophin. As long as you work for me seriously, I will give you enough respect and reasonable treatment."
"And I will not leave you in the tribe indefinitely. As long as you help the people in our tribe master the skills we need, you can leave freely at that time, and I will send you a sum of money!"
"Really?" Rubin couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and the color of Xiyi appeared in his eyes.
The craftsmen are also a little swaying. There is no one who does not yearn for freedom. Facing those ugly and fierce gobrists all day long, their days are very painful. Of course, they will be excited to hear the promise made by Leon.
"I can make an oath to the great beast god. As long as you let our people master all the skills, I will send you away!" Leon said with a smile.
It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish. Of course, Leon knows very well that only by giving hope can these craftsmen really contribute to themselves and the crazy hammer tribe and seriously teach their skills.
As long as the people in the tribe master the skills, it doesn't matter whether they stay or not.
"Good! I promise you!" Rubin immediately stood up and said, "I don't think everyone will have any objection."
Of course, no one will object. This kind of treatment is the best for the craftsmen. You can't expect Leon to foolishly release them all now, can you?
"Lord Leon, I know a secret warehouse of the Black Elf Serena. There are a lot of things in it. I'll take you to find it now!"
(to be continued)