Path of Light.

Chapter 938 937. Orc Old Luke

Roy didn't understand the orc language, but he could communicate with these orcs without any obstacles. Sometimes, with a simple gesture, the other party would immediately understand what he meant. The orcs in the trading market didn't try to force Roy to buy or sell...

They held up the gold coins and asked Roy.

After getting Roy's affirmative answer, he immediately picked out his favorite thick-backed machete from the wooden box.

These orcs are strong and robust. Unlike the elves, the thick-backed knives they choose are heavy in their hands.

The box full of black iron thick-backed machetes with Damascus patterns was snatched away by the orcs almost instantly. Roy put the bright orange gold coins into his purse. These coins were much heavier than magic crystals and jingled in his pocket.

Sayil explained to Roy:
"These gold coins are the currency in circulation in the Green Empire. Usually, ten gold coins can be exchanged for one magic crystal."
"However, due to the Planar War, the value of gold coins has increased. The current exchange rate in the market is eight gold coins for one magic crystal. The price of these black iron weapons is set so low. Can you still make money?"

Sayil asked Roy in a low voice.

Roy squeezed out of the crowd and whispered to Sayil who was following him:

"These black iron ingots are slow-selling products in the Partington plane, so I asked the forging workshop to make some black iron weapons. I didn't expect that these things would be so popular in the Orc Kingdom!"

A box full of black iron thick-backed machetes was sold out, attracting many orcs in the market. These orcs almost came over here...

In fact, these black iron weapons were brought with Roy when he went to Castletown last time.

He originally planned to try his luck in the weapon shop in the lower town of Castletown, but Roy heard that a large number of imperial merchants deceived half-blood elves to board the ship, and his business in Castletown was completely gone. These black iron weapons could not be displayed in the grocery store in the lower town of Castletown.

The three black iron mines in the Gasi Mountains of the Pagisto Plateau in the Partington plane are still being mined on a large scale. The gray dwarf craftsmen in the forging workshop will extract the precious magical black iron from the black iron ore. These magical black irons with magic properties are excellent materials for forging magical equipment.

In the process of smelting the magic black iron, a large amount of black iron produced has been forged into large iron cages. The plateau headhunter prisoners put the smashed sea reefs into the iron cages, forming a seawall that is nearly 40 kilometers long surrounding Kui Island.

The thick-backed machete that Roy brought from the Partington plane was made of this ordinary black iron.

Originally, they wanted to sell them to the half-blood elves in Castletown at the price of twenty koler each. Now, they took them to the trading market in Fort Luyun and sold them at the price of one gold coin each. Unexpectedly, they were snatched away by this group of orcs.

Several lion-tiger warriors standing nearby saw the thick-backed machetes in the wooden box being snatched by other orcs. They were a little reserved at first, but then they saw that the thick-backed machetes were decreasing at a visibly speed. It was too late for them to squeeze in and buy one.

The lion-tiger's blue and red eyes widened, and he used his hairy arms to try to push away the bear-man in front of his body, but was blocked by the other's big black palm.

The black-skinned bear man also had a very hot temper. He turned around and stood up straight. He was actually more than half a meter taller than the lion-tiger man, and his strong body was like that of a chimpanzee...

The lion-tiger man subconsciously arched his body and grabbed the bear man's face. Half a foot long sharp nails grew out of the knuckles of his hairy hands. He put his five fingers together and stabbed them into the bear man's chest like knives. With his other hand, he wiped the bear man's throat with his sharp nails.

The way orcs resolve conflicts is simple: whoever has the stronger fist is right.

Roy didn't expect that this group of orcs would start fighting over a disagreement. The other orcs were not afraid of making things worse and didn't even try to hide.

Although the bear man dodged the lion-tiger man's finger knife, he bumped into his companion when he retreated. His companion helped the bear man steady himself, and the two bear men, without even making eye contact, instantly pounced on the lion-tiger man from both sides...

Seeing the wooden box in front of him being trampled to pieces, Roy quickly grabbed the money bag with one hand and took a few steps back, leaving the crowd.

Roy stepped back as far as he could, pulled Sayer aside and asked:

"Do these guys like to fight?"

Sayil shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"Normally it's fine, but once I get angry and embarrassed, I can easily lose my mind."

The surrounding orcs came over to watch the fun, and Sayil didn't dare to speak the Elvish loudly anymore.

Roy was worried that Moira, Sabrina and the others would accidentally reveal their identities in the pushing and shoving, so an orc who was setting up a stall nearby waved to Roy, indicating that they could stand next to him.

Roy nodded in thanks and took Moira and the others to the back of the stall, which was filled with tanned animal skins.

In addition to animal skins, he also has some wild animal horns, claws, teeth and other goods.

He was an old wolf orc, with a scar on his face that even reached his right eye. The face of a wolf orc was similar to that of a human, except that two lower canine teeth were exposed on both sides of his mouth. He was curled up there with a blanket wrapped around him, and there were large and small packages of animal skins behind him.

None of the orcs who were fighting dared to step on his stall...

Roy and the others hid behind his stall and were temporarily safe.

"You are foreign merchants who come to the Luyun Trading Market to sell goods. You need to pay respects first. Don't rush here like a fool. If you are lucky, they will drive you out of the market. If you are unlucky, you will be beaten, your goods will be stolen, and then you will be thrown out of the market."

The orc stall owner chattered.

Sayil squatted aside and translated these words honestly.

The orc stall owner stared at Sayer deeply and continued, "If you want to hire a guide, it's best not to hire a half-orc. Half-orcs are not very welcome here either..."

When Sayil translated this sentence, his face looked very unpleasant, but he still translated it honestly.

At this time, a group of lion-tiger men and several strong bear men were fighting each other. They were surrounded by orcs.

If anyone gets beaten black and blue and tries to flee the battlefield, the orcs watching will kick them back...

Several strong bear men stood in the middle, back to back.

For a moment, the lion-tiger people were completely helpless against them.

The orc stall owner spoke a few more words to Roy in orcish.

Sayil translated:

"He asked if you still had the machete like that..."

Roy pulled out a thick-backed black iron machete from his magic waist bag and handed it to the orc stall owner.

The old orc used the tip of his finger to feel the blade, and then used his fingers to flick the blade to listen to the echo of the thick-backed machete. Obviously, he was testing the hardness of the thick-backed machete. Then he placed the thick-backed machete on the leather and gently scratched it, and a cut was made on the leather silently.

“Very sharp and well made.”

The orc stall owner praised.

The orc stall owner took Roy to the other side of the pile of goods, which was quieter.

A group of orc warriors wearing leather armor are rushing over...

"At least it's better than the short-handled axes that the gray dwarves provided us. Did you come to Fort Nouwen to sell this kind of machetes?" the orc stall owner asked Roy.

Roy came here to find out the strength of the gray dwarves in the Lu Yun Fortress, but if he could sell some black iron weapons, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, the forging workshops on the Pagisto Plateau now have some overcapacity, and a large number of metal utensils are unsalable.

"Uh...that's right."

The orc stall owner rubbed his hands, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Then do you know that by doing this, you are actually stealing business from the gray dwarves in Lu Yun Fortress? You have just arrived and have not been targeted by them yet. Once they notice you, they will cause trouble for you."

Roy hesitated for a moment, but still said honestly:

"I know."

The old orc stall owner came up to Roy, grabbed his hand, and whispered to him:
"If you don't want to offend those gray dwarves, you can actually sell me these thick-backed machetes in bulk at the price you just sold them for..."

Sayil could only come over and translate for Roy.

Roy didn't expect that after arriving at the Louyun Fortress, he would receive a business order before he found out the specific strength of the gray dwarves of the Northern Army.

"can."

Roy agreed readily.

The orc stall owner showed a hint of joy in his eyes, and quickly asked Roy:

"So how many thick-backed machetes do you have?"

Roy thought about it for a moment before saying:

"I only brought over 2,000 this time. In fact, it's not difficult to make. How many do you need? I can notify the forging workshop to make them..."

The old orc stall owner handed the thick-backed machete to Roy and said:

"I want a thick-backed machete of this quality. Can you make one?"

"Of course, these are all made in my forging workshop..."

Roy answered, patting his chest.

He saw the orc stall owner raising his fist, so he hit him with his fist.

The old orc stall owner was in a good mood when he saw Roy being so straightforward. He said to Roy:
"You're quite straightforward, kid. Since you're so sincere, if you run into any trouble in Fort Rowan in the future, just look for Old Luke. I'm Old Luke, and the orcs in Fort Rowan know me. I'm sure they'll give me some face..."

Roy reached for the magic waist bag at his waist, ready to pull out another wooden box full of thick-backed machetes, but was stopped by Old Luke.

"There are too many people here, let's go to a quieter place to trade." Old Luke whispered to Roy.

After that, he led Roy and the others through the chaotic trading market. With Old Luke leading the way, although some orcs looked at Roy with hostility, no one dared to approach him...

(End of this chapter)