Path of Light.

Chapter 939
Walking through the trading market, Roy found that most of the stalls in the market were run by orcs, and there were no gray dwarf stall owners.

Roy asked Old Luke:
"Why can't I see any gray dwarves in the trading market?"

Old Luke pointed to the stone houses at the edge of the market. These houses were close to the cliff and were of the same style as the houses hanging on the cliff, forming a whole.

Roy walked closer and saw that these short, gray shops were actually stone houses that were neatly renovated with a strong dwarven architectural style.

There were not many houses of this type, and some of the stone houses even had their doors locked. Only three shops were open, and there were only a few supplies on the shelves inside.

"These are the shops of the duergar."

Old Luke followed many stalls and pointed to the stone houses and said to Roy.

“But these stores are not open often, so the supply to us is always sporadic.”

"...Of course, we can understand this. After all, they are at war! I heard that their homes are almost completely occupied by others."

When old Luke said this, a hint of orc-like pride appeared on his face, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and a sharp tooth was revealed.

Roy felt that Old Luke was knowledgeable, so he continued to say to him:
"Luke, regarding the war at Durlag's Knee, do you support the gray dwarves?"

Old Luke nodded quickly and answered without hesitation:
"Of course we will give them some support. With these gray dwarves blocking the north of Black Gold Mountain, those dark invaders will not come to the Mensa Plains."

After saying this, Old Luke said proudly:

"In fact, our orc tribe has sent quite a few troops to Durrag in recent years. Fighting on the land of the gray dwarves is better than fighting on the Mensa Plains."

"It's just that the battle wasn't going very well, and the cost was far greater than the gains."

At this point, he said somewhat discouragedly:

"In recent years, many young men from our Wolf Tribe have not returned. Now, every spring and autumn, the Orc Tribe has to send some new troops to the battlefield over there."

"...I heard that things aren't going well in the Green Empire either?"

He turned to Roy and asked.

Old Luke brought Roy to an area surrounded by several flatbed carriages. This was obviously their temporary residence. Many luggage rolls were scattered on the ground, but the packaged goods were neatly arranged.

Roy nodded and said:

"Plane wars have broken out in all provinces. The private armies of some great lords have suffered heavy losses. Some great lords may even lose their positions in the Green Empire. Some new nobles are also rising."

These words were told to him by the businessman Darwin, and Roy now repeated them to old Luke verbatim.

The old orc Luke nodded and said with great emotion:
“Life is not easy anywhere right now.”

Old Luke had some small wooden stools brought in, and then asked Roy and the others to sit down, and even brought them a few cups of reddish-brown tea.

At this time, the market over there was in chaos.

Although no large-scale fights occurred, there were scenes of lion-tiger men and bear-men running and fighting everywhere...

At this time, several bear men ran past Roy. They took big steps and even created a gust of wind when they ran. Old Luke didn't even look at them.

"There are some things worth noting on the Mensa Plains. The first is to stay away from those black people. They don't like to be reasonable." Old Luke said in a low voice.

Roy could tell that he had a great grudge against the bear man.

Apparently Old Luke was more tolerant of these lion-tiger people. He said:
"Although the Ligers are a bit arrogant, they can sometimes be reasonable."

Roy stretched his neck to look down the canyon of Fort Luyun. The stone houses suspended on the stone walls made Roy very curious.

"How many gray dwarves live here."

Old Luke shook his head again and said:
"Sometimes a large number of them suddenly come, and then they all leave one after another. There are about 20,000 gray dwarves living here. There are many ships parked down there in the front, and then they all leave one after another in the back."

"They are not good people. Sometimes they will secretly seduce girls from the tribe. If they drink a little wine, these guys dare to do anything."

Old Luke continued to complain about these gray dwarves:

"They are much more restrained now than before. I heard that they moved all their assets away. In fact, these gray dwarves also planned to leave Durlag, but they were reluctant to leave the frozen island in the north, so they have been hesitant."

"Look at these closed shops. They are closed simply because they have no goods..."

"I heard that they don't have much supplies left. Now some gray dwarves are going to the abandoned city of Durrag to look for the supplies left over from the past."

Old Luke is more talkative.

However, communication between the two still depends on Sayil.

Roy looked at the stone houses and said:
"I heard that there are still more than two million gray dwarves in Durrag."

The old orc shook his head and said:

"I don't know. I only know that the goods in these stores are getting less and less. Many popular goods require a long wait. If you have good goods like the thick-backed machete, you can send it to Fort Luyun. As long as the price is right, we can buy it."

Old orc Luke's eyes light up when he talks about those thick-backed machetes.

In his opinion, this kind of thick-backed machete with a very comfortable feel can be equipped to their wolf cavalry corps. If those wolf knights have such a handy machete, their combat effectiveness will probably be greatly improved.

Thinking of this, Old Luke said again:
"Although the land of Mensa Plain is barren, we have never lacked magic crystals."

While Old Luke was speaking, Roy dragged out all the wooden boxes containing the thick-backed machetes from his magic waist bag.

The wooden boxes were piled in front of Roy's feet. He used a dagger to open all of them, revealing thick-backed machetes inside.

Old Luke picked up a few thick-backed machetes and handed them to his companions. The heavy weight of the thick-backed machetes made the orcs around Old Luke very happy.

They chatted happily in Orcish.

Roy also took a heavy bag from old Luke, which contained some imperial gold coins.

Roy poured the gold coins onto the lid of the wooden box and counted them carefully one by one.

Apparently, trading with these orcs was quite pleasant.

Old Luke stretched out his hand, bumped fists with Roy again, and said happily:

"I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

"Happy cooperation!"

Roy repeated the sentence, imitating old Luke's orc language.

Just as he stood up and was about to say goodbye to Old Luke, he saw the very beautiful Aries female warrior walking out of a shop not far away at the door of the shop, looking a little annoyed, and behind her were two drunk red-bearded gray dwarves who were harassing her.

The Aries female warrior stopped at the door, shook off the hand that the red-bearded gray dwarf was trying to grab, and slapped the red-bearded gray dwarf hard.

(End of this chapter)