The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

"Mr. Zhan Shuai".

Remembering something, Mog took a few steps back, looked at Zhan Shuai with excitement in his eyes, and lowered his voice.

"Now that you have overcome the problem of weapons made from evil metal being brittle, could you sell us some weapons?"

The Dark Iron Horde has now recovered from its battle with the Skaven, and they may be their next target.

Seeking help from His Majesty the Black Dragon is definitely out of the question.

Regardless of the difficulty, the principle of justice has been stated: His Majesty the Black Dragon disdains to attack inferior beings.

They must seek help from the Blackscale Clan, unite with more allies, and acquire more weapons and power.

"That's certainly possible, but what will you use to buy it?"

It wasn't the war commander who spoke, but rather the one who declared that justice is absolute.

The principle of "justice is justice" has returned to its usual calm, yet it exudes a distinguished air and walks slowly towards us.

"..."

These words instantly snapped Priest Mog out of his excitement.

They are not currently allies with the Blackscale Clan.

Even allies wouldn't unconditionally give away large quantities of valuable ironware.

Chapter 33 Trade

"Animal hide? Monster hide?"

Priest Mog asked cautiously, trying to find the answer.

This is what they use most often when trading with humans.

But the expression on his face, which was that of justice, remained unchanged.

The war commander standing to the side remained silent, clearly indicating that the power to speak on this matter lay with the prevailing opinion.

Mog's gaze shifted, and he suddenly remembered.

The other party is also a kobold, living in the Blackrock Mountains, and has no shortage of these two things.

However, they must exchange ironware to strengthen the power of the Rainbow Scale Clan.

"Monster bones, iron ore, herbs?"

Mog searched his mind for anything of value that the clan might possess.

But as they spoke one by one, the expressions of Zhan Shuai and Kouchi Ji Zheng Yi remained unchanged.

The more Mog talked, the less confident he became, until he said what he considered the least important thing.

"...coarse salt."

At this point, Mog felt there was no hope left and directly revealed his trump card.

"The inheritance of magic!"

Suddenly, the expressions of the War General and the Caliber of Justice changed.

The war commander and the caliber of justice stared at each other.

They heard something: salt, and the legacy of magic.

These two items are exactly what players need right now.

Siegel's lazy dragon is utterly incapable of teaching them magic.

And salt.

The camp has already eaten most of what it seized from the human and goblin lairs last time.

Looking at their expressions, Mog felt a surge of joy, but then a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

Magical inheritance, while valuable, is a one-time transaction and cannot be sustained.

They could only obtain a batch of ironware.

As for salt.

Mog didn't think it had much value to attract Warmaster and Caliber is Justice.

Salt is sold in both the northern grasslands and among the humans.

The salt produced by their clan's salt mines was both unpalatable and poisonous, making it impossible to sell.

They don't even eat it themselves; instead, they buy salt from humans.

"Furthermore, I hope you two will consider forming an alliance to jointly fight against the Black Iron Tribe."

Mog mentioned it at the opportune moment.

Now that you've already revealed your hand, take advantage of the other party's good mood to make your request.

As for seeking refuge or dependence, it is too early.

Let's at least see His Majesty the Black Dragon, or defeat the Black Iron Horde first.

"The alliance is easy to discuss, after all, we have a common enemy."

Zhan Shuai spoke first, but then changed the subject.

"However, Priest Mog must understand this as well."

"We possess formidable technological capabilities and bear His Majesty's mission; we will surely be able to annihilate the Black Iron Tribe in the future, but now..."

The war commander didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

"I understand that what you lack most is time."

Mog nodded seriously.

"As long as we can provide some weapons assistance, our Rainbow Scale Clan and Fierce Fang Gnolls can hold off the Black Iron Tribe for half a year."

Hearing this, Zhan Shuai breathed a sigh of relief.

Six months is more than enough time.

In just over a month, they could even have the strength to challenge the Black Iron Tribe.

"Six months? That would be perfect! I'll go and draft a contract right away."

After Zhan Shuai finished speaking with a bright smile, he pointed to the caliber of justice on the side.

“Priest Mog, you can talk to Lady Caliber is Justice about trade first.”

After saying that, the war commander turned and left.

"Priest Mog, you just said you were willing to exchange coarse salt and magical heritage for weapons?"

The speaker tried to suppress his excitement and keep his tone calm.

"Correct!"

Mog nodded.

The moment Mog heard the words "caliber is justice," he immediately realized that coarse salt might have a different meaning for the Blackscale Clan.

After all, he reported so much, but the "righteous" approach only mentioned coarse salt and magical heritage.

But after thinking about it, since the other party had already agreed to the alliance, it was best to tell them the truth.

To avoid leaving any rifts and causing the alliance to break down.

“Our clan has a salt mine that produces coarse salt.”

Mog looked serious.

"But that coarse salt tastes extremely bitter and is poisonous. Eating too much of it can cause severe diarrhea and even be fatal."

The principle of "justice is based on caliber" remained silent, lost in thought.

The Cailin clan clearly lacked detoxification processes and purification techniques.

Even considering its primitiveness, the priest Mog might not have known that refined salt was a purification of crude salt.

He also didn't realize how important the salt mine was.

They could take advantage of the situation and seize ownership of the salt mine.

But this is too much of a bullying of honest people.

Since his arrival, Priest Mog has not attacked them and has always been considerate of them.

They are still telling the truth and have not deliberately raised prices.

All that's needed is to buy out the right to purchase the coarse salt.

In this way, by relying on the trade advantage brought by the high technology of the player's camp, they can obtain profits that are no less than those of occupying salt mines without having to manage them.

It can also strengthen the economic ties between the Rainbow Scale Clan and the player's camp.

Rather than a complete exploitation and colonization of the Rainbow Scale Clan.

After thinking it over, he spoke calmly, "Public opinion is justice."