You are too extreme

But there was no mood swing at all.

Before he could continue to think, the iron cage was opened.

"Khan!?"

An exclamation sounded, and those two words attracted all his attention. Bega immediately turned around.

A tall, muscular man with a height of two meters looked at them expressionlessly.

The surrounding dwarf iron cages were opened.

Several dwarf children who were only 30 years old looked at the majestic-looking man excitedly.

That's... that's the Great Khan!

"Are you the one who destroyed the Dark Elf Empire?!"

Unheard of power was injected into Bell's body, and he suddenly got out of the iron cage, his eyes full of desire for revenge.

"That's what's going to happen in the future."

The voice was emotionless, but it brought hope to all the dwarves present.

"Great! Great!"

"I am willing to serve you! Great Khan! I just ask you to take me with you when you destroy the Dark Elf Empire!"

"...Were you captured here by the dark elves?"

"Yes, my clan was destroyed, and these are the only ones left! With our power, we are completely unable to take revenge! Only you, only you can do it!"

Dawei nodded and pressed down slightly, stretching out his arm.

"You can call me Dawei, or you can call me Khan... you are willing to be my companion, then I will also let you complete your revenge with your own hands!"

"My name is Bell Hammer Thunder Mountain!"

The dwarf immediately stepped forward and held Dawei's arm, gaining hope of revenge, giving him enough energy and no longer being lifeless.

The other dwarves around him also introduced their identities to Dawei.

This group of people has many careers.

Blacksmiths, stonemasons, and goldsmiths, as well as construction workers, farmers, leather apprentices, and even hotel owners.

"Are you from the city?"

"…Yes."

Seventeen blacksmiths know how to make tools and weapons.

Each one is about 550 years old, and one of them is very skilled and is [-] years old.

This is good news.

The great news is even better than the ransacking of this camp.

"Are all those savages out there yours?"

"Well, they are all my subordinates!"

Dawei led the dwarves out of the tent. At this moment, the Frost Giant camp had been slaughtered.

Last night's attack directly killed more than 30 frost giants, and the results were very rich.

But the price was that three idiots died on Dawei's side, seven were seriously injured, and 34 were slightly injured.

The vitality of savages is very tenacious.

Even after being hit with a hammer, he is still alive and can continue to get up and fight.

But those who rushed too fast, were not defended by shield soldiers, and were hit by thrown spears were not so lucky.

A large proportion of those who were slightly injured were injured by their own people, including bows and arrows, and throwing spears.

"…How many people do you have?"

Bega felt his head hurt when he looked at the messy barbarians with no armor and junk weapons.

Some barbarians are still robbing things.

But after receiving a blow from his leader, his eyes became clear again.

They honestly moved the things collected here to the front of the big tent and sorted them.

"When the business started, there were about five hundred people here, but they were full of energy!"

Dawei inserted his waist.

The Frost Giant slave market has just opened, so there are very few slaves here, only dwarves.

But there are a lot of other supplies here.

There are at least more than 700 kilograms of hard currency salt, more than 300 mallets, more than 30 iron javelins, more than 400 bows, more than 70 arrows, and more than [-] long swords, long knives, and spears.

And the iron armor is even more terrifying.

There are more than 130 pieces of chain mail and pierced armor here.

In terms of food, they can last for at least five years.

Most of the Frost Giants' diet is meat, but wheat, which is more durable, is also available here in large quantities.

Needless to say gold coins and silver coins.

As for tools, cloth, nails, and the like are countless.

And these supplies are all in extra-large sizes.

The barbarians have been attracted by this hill-like material, and they are watching with great excitement.

Dawei stood directly above a corpse, raising his hands to let the surrounding barbarians gather around him.

"We're victorious! But it's not over yet!"

"There is still a group of Frost Giant slave catching teams that have not been dealt with. This group of people is fully armed and different from the goods that were attacked."

"They are scarier and more difficult to deal with! But these people must be killed! So I plan to take the initiative!"

The voice had no emotion, like a cold machine, which made everyone listen quietly.

"It will be very dangerous next, so I will give you the opportunity to withdraw. Now you can raise your hand and leave with your tribe."

"I'll give you the spoils you deserve!"

The barbarians in the audience looked at each other, but no one raised their hands. Although they were reckless, they were not stupid and would not abandon a promising road.

Dawei nodded.

He raised his arms and hoisted a handful of flags.

"I will only take half of the loot this time, the rest is yours!"

"From now on, we are one! And I will become your only leader!"

"My tribe will be named after the Sky Eagle! Starting from the desolate plains and ending at the end of the world! I will make this name known to everyone!"

The savages gained a fever of victory and cheered for the spoils that David had promised.

People with long-term vision looked at the flag carried by Dawei.

It was a four-meter-long lance, but there was a wide piece of cloth hanging on the top of the lance.

The top was dyed purple with the blood of the Frost Giants, and something like a rune was painted in bright gold in a fairly standard way.

If you look closely, you will find that this is an eagle, but it has two heads, one facing left and one facing right.

This is the strange eagle that often brings things to Dawei.

No.80 What is the use of three short people?

Large chunks of coal are shoveled into the furnace.

Bell, who is highly skilled in blacksmithing, forged spear points with several other dwarf blacksmiths.

There is a blacksmith shop in the Frost Giant camp that specializes in repairing weapons and armor. It has a furnace and blacksmithing tools.

Anvil, hammer, dragon oil, anvil, leather, ice teeth... as well as chainmail parts and large pieces of armor.

The furnace is dissolving deformed iron ingots, making it difficult for short people to move around here.

Fortunately, Dawei sent them a dozen smarter helpers.

These guys immediately understood the dwarf's ability level after seeing the dwarf easily forge a sharp iron spearhead.

He immediately became happy and admired, unlike other idiots with brains full of muscles who looked down on the dwarf.

"How many iron spearheads can be made in one day?"

"With this kind of non-technical thing, I can hammer a hundred of them in a day even without helpers!"

"One hundred? With just this amount, I can hammer five hundred in a day!"

"?"

Ah, this sounds exaggerated, but consider that these things are fantasy creatures like dwarves.

These things also become reasonable.

"What about the armor?"

"This requires style."

"What kind of armor can you make?"

"I can make chain armor, scale armor, chain armor, pierced armor, and leather armor...it just requires a lot of materials."

Because of their age, these guys have learned a lot of techniques and know a lot of knowledge.

“I also know a little bit about carpentry!”

"With you guys here, I can destroy the Dark Elf Empire just around the corner... But I don't really need armor at the moment. I just need to buy [-] spearheads and [-] spearheads first. Oh, they need to be enlarged to fit the palms of barbarians."

"This quantity is a bit small... Forget it, we made it better, you can come and get it tomorrow! The furnace here is very big and can burn a lot at one time!"

Bega dissolved the received Frost Giant arrowheads and reforged them into suitable spearheads.

The longer spearhead with the bloodletting tank requires those iron ingots.

"I'll have someone deliver food and some drinks later."

"Yeah! Praise the Khan!"

Dawei nodded and took Old John out.

At this moment, the Frost Giant camp was being cleaned up briefly, and all the bodies were buried, except for the heads.

The heads of the frost giants were chopped off, and many people happily cooked and processed the heads.

They used knives to shave off the flesh and various brain tissues, and then boiled the head in a special potion.

The scene was not very pretty.

"Khan, what do we do next?"

"Find the slave-catching troops who escaped...kill them all! Don't let the information spread."

"In addition, this is a slave market, and many merchants will bring goods here for sale."

"Ask Swale to separate 40 people to explore the surrounding road conditions... and then divide them into four shifts to conduct reconnaissance on those roads."

"The slave traders who come here need to be observed. Those with a small number will eat them directly. Those with a large number will report back and ambush them on the road!"

A series of orders came down.

It took a long time for Old John to understand and react. He nodded, accepted the order, turned around and trotted away.

Dawei sighed.

He stood up and looked at the Frost Giant camp.

A lot has changed since then.

At this moment, many new tents have been installed, and many wooden walls and spiked barriers have been built outside.