In this moment, a certain tacit understanding formed among the three of them.
The number of iron swords on the cart swiftly diminished.
3 hours later, the cart was finally emptied of its iron swords, replaced by boxes of war coins and supplies.
Fungho began to tally his gains.
War coins, 742.
Blueprint for arrow tower.
Blueprint for bountiful statue.
Blueprint for beastkin boots.
Blueprint for long bow.
Blueprint for iron arrows.
Natural gemstones 12 essence of magic three traces of spring four traces of earth two traces of hunting one upon reviewing the list of spoils how nodded in satisfaction indeed it was only by venturing beyond the mountains that one could find the path to prosperity.
Although the individual value of these white quality iron swords was modest, their sheer quantity yielded a considerable profit.
With all good sold, Fong Ho had little reason to linger.
After all, this was an orc territory, and safety concerns must be taken into account.
Borton, what are your plans? Will you stay or return with me? Fongghao inquired, glancing at Borton.
He simultaneously produced 50 war coins and tossed them into Borton's leather pouch.
Borton had played a significant role in ensuring the smoothness of this transaction as per their agreement.
Upon arrival here, Borton was free to depart.
"Thank you, my lord.
With this money, I intend to procure some supplies before returning to the tribe," Borton replied, catching the pouch, his face lighting up with joy.
"This money perfectly compensated for the losses incurred from the previous carts.
" "Very well.
Return safely," Fonghouse said, not pressing for Borton to stay.
Borton appeared somewhat awkward.
A human capable of commanding an army of the undead posed a danger greater than any other.
He was eager to serve as master well and then secure his own departure.
Yes, my lord.
I will be cautious.
Borton replied softly.
Indeed, Fungho nodded, urging the card forward with the air, intending to reunite with his undead army and return to his territory promptly.
Just as they prepare to leave, a patrol of minotaurs block their path.
this human guest.
The chief wishes to see you and is awaiting you in the chief's hall.
One of the minotaurs announced.
Fonggho furrowed his brow, pondering the intentions behind this request.
Judging by their demeanor, it did not appear they meant to seize his money.
However, he had not had any prior contact with the minotaur chief.
My goods.
Fonggha hesitated, glancing back at the cart laden with treasure.
The wooden boxes contained over 700 war coins and precious materials.
Rest assured, we will keep a watchful eye.
There will be no issues," the Minotaur Guard continued.
Given their assurances, Fong Ho found himself without any reasonable grounds for refusal, and he was quite intrigued by the notion of heroes.
"Very well, lead the way," he remarked.
The tower guided him deep into the heart of the city.
"Here, the ambiencece resembled that of a true metropolis.
Bustling taverns, blacksmiths, and industrious orcs, each engrossed in their own endeavors.
Continuing forward, the tavern brought Fong out to a building steeped in tribal essence.
Chieftain, the guest has arrived, reported the guard stationed at the entrance.
Let him in.
A deep voice resonated from within the room.
The towering guard stepped aside, allowing Fawn how to stride confidently inside.
The chieftain's hall was remarkably spacious.
And at the head of the room sat an impressively robust tower, towering nearly two, 5 m tall, his bronze skin glinting with a subtle metallic sheen, and his muscular chest radiating formidable strength.
Fongo harbored no doubts that this being could easily crush him with a single blow.
Bronze Bull Tow rock, purple tier five hero.
A brief silence enveloped the hall.
Fonho surveyed the Taurin who was equally scrutinizing him.
Taro was takenback.
He had not anticipated that the lone human before him would be so youthful and slight in stature.
"Please take a seat," Taro in toned gravely.
"Thank you," Fonhao replied, settling into a chair that dwarfed him.
"My human friend, I am Towok.
How may I address you?" Taro inquired with remarkable friendliness.
"I am Fong Ha.
It is a pleasure to meet you, Chieft Taro.
Haha, I find you quite likable, clever human.
Taro suddenly erupted in a hearty laugh, his voice booming and somewhat deafening.
Fongghao offered a modest smile.
By the way, is this equipment forged by you? Towok inquired, picking up an iron sword from the ground.
In his grip, it resembled more of a dagger.
This was indeed the iron sword Fong Ho had recently sold at the market.
He was surprised to learn that Tower Rock had also arranged for its acquisition.
Yes, Chieft Taro Fong Ho affirmed.
Thus, it follows that your territory boasts numerous blacksmiths capable of producing such an abundance of similar weaponry, Tao continued.
Fong Hao hesitated.
As a lord who had traversed into this realm, he could create items through the Lord's book.
Naturally, the quality of similarly crafted objects was comparable, if not identical, and he could indeed mass-roduce certain equipment.
We can certainly produce some items in bulk, Fong Hao replied vaguely.
Very well, I shall speak plainly.
I wish to place an order for a batch of weapons trading in war coins, Tauro declared.
Fong Ho's interest peaked.
It was not often that a client approached him directly.
Iron swords? No, such weapons are too light for our needs.
I wish to order three 000 battle axes.
Fungho was momentarily at a loss.
He lacked the schematics for battle axis.
Chieft Tao, I do not possess the appropriate schematics for battle axes, Fong Ho admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Here was a customer arriving with funds, yet he was unable to fulfill the order.
A predicament unbefitting a competent seller.
Haha, it's nothing.
I possessed the blueprints for the war axe.
If you are willing, consider it your advanced payment.
Talic chuckled heartily.
Funha's eyes gleamed with interest.
Is there such a fortunate opportunity? What is the price for one more axe? What price are you willing to offer? Eight war coins.
How soon can you deliver? Talic's demeanor shifted as he regarded Fong How intently.
3 days.
In 3 days, I shall deliver the goods to you.
How does that sound? Fong Hao maintained a calm expression.