Strictly sitting on the back of the nine winds, seeing the attitude of Mooregan and his party before and after, can not help but re-estimate the weight of the seven-level blood soldiers.

Hundreds of people are in this block, and they rarely contact the outside world. The enemies that have been encountered since the founding of the city are all powerful and terrifying types like the birdman Philippine and the mermaid, and they do not know the fighting power of Jiuyuan. Which grade can be outside to the outside.

Strictly confident that the fighting power of Jiuyuan has not lost to the original and the Japanese, but this is aimed at the tribes who have very few warriors or gods. If they encounter a tribe like Moore, he would rather Be more careful, and his people can't afford it.

Jiufeng said that the two-legged monster sitting on the back of the biggest turtle is the most powerful one among the pedestrians. Others are not strong in combat.

Of course, this combat power is not strong. For the nine winds, only six people in this line dare to go deep into the wild land of Dove, and they will not be weak.

However, compared with the use of force, the people who are more interested in the strictness are the dresses of these people and their luggage packages.

When he saw Dove, he guessed that the world already had something like a textile machine. Now it is more certain that the Mogan businessman wearing a linen and leather jacket will be seen. And the other's linen looks much softer and softer than what Jiuyuan is now making, which shows that their textile technology is relatively mature. Four of the six men wore spar ornaments similar to Dove, only in color, size and shape.

Strictly already knowing the role of Yuan Jing in the blood warrior, he guessed whether the four had abilities, while the other two were ordinary people.

Below, the original war was opened after carefully scrutinizing the six people. When they came up, they went straight to the theme: "Can you exchange a large number of slaves?"

Wuyuan did not feel that the original attitude was rude, and quickly replied: "Yes."

"What exchange?"

"Yuanjing coins, food, weapons, mounts, war slaves, or other valuable things will do."

"What about salt?"

“Do you have salt?” The source of brilliance shines. “Salt can of course be used as an exchange, salt stone, salt soil, salt that has been refined. According to the purity, the value that can be traded is different. The purer salt The higher the grain value. I don't know which one you can trade here?"

Slightly worried that the original war would leak his old bottom, and the original battle was much more embarrassing than he thought. He asked Wuyuan: "What is your best salt? Look at it."

Wuyuan nodded to a follower, and the follower quickly took a small amount of salt from the gift package on the turtle shell.

Blue Butterfly jumped from the bottom and walked up. He took the salt and looked at it. He licked his mouth and picked up another one. The brow immediately wrinkled and smashed out. In fact, this salt is not bad, even better than the original tribe used, but compared to the red salt used in Jiuyuan, there is no comparable.

After the blue butterfly determined that the salt was no problem, he turned and walked back to reach out and hand the salt to the original battle.

Blue Butterfly didn't say a word, but his expression was enough to explain everything.

Wuyuan’s heart is ecstatic. This tribe has salt and is a salt salt that tastes better than Moore. Mother God is on! The priest of this tribe must have brought the three-city salt method, otherwise the warrior will not be that expression, knowing that the salt in his hand is already the best salt of the Moorish tribe!

As long as the large tribes know that it is difficult to get the goods of the three cities, especially the middle and upper classes, the bone products and the salt grains called fine salt and salt are even more precious, outside the three cities. You can't change the yuan coin.

Fortunately, he temporarily rushed to run here, thanking his stupid brother, if it wasn’t that he was stupid enough to **** his own woman, and their father would not let him kill him, he would not be afraid that he could not help himself for a moment. And took over the deal that was generally led by a four-level blood soldier.

This must be the mother god's make up for him!

The original battle also picked up a grain of salt and licked it, and then let the blue butterfly return the rest to the follower.

"If it is such a salt, how many slaves can you change?"

"Can change..."

The original battle suddenly interrupted Wuyuan, "Moore is not far away." After they have nine winds and wildebeest.

Wuyuan secretly inhales, immediately presses greed, and honestly replies: "Like this package has been refined, it can be used by two adults for half a year. You can change one person's limbs and understand simple lingua franca. Healthy eight- to twelve-year-old ordinary male slaves. If you need combat power, five packs of first-level fighters, ten packs of second-level fighters, and three or more fighters.

Estimated in the original battle, the weight of this salt is equivalent to about six pounds of Jiuyuan. The particles are thinner than the original Yanshan people, and the taste is not so bitter. It is also suitable for a half-size labor.

You can change a person by hearing a few pounds of salt, and you don’t know if you should be happy or surprised. Salt prices, tea prices are comparable to gold, slaves are not as good as grass, how is this kind of thing similar to the world of his predecessors?

Say, the world doesn't know if tea has been found? He and Dophie vaguely mentioned it once, but did not listen to her talking about something similar, about not found yet?

Wuyuan looked at the face of the original war and added: "Respected adults, this is the price that the tribe went to Moore to exchange slaves. If we need to send the slaves, the road is long and dangerous, and the slaves are worn out. There is also a price for five slaves to pack a packet of salt."

The original battle face was expressionless, and the blue butterfly came over and said something to him.

The blue butterfly will know what to do. He rode on the horse and turned to look at the wooden tower. After a while, he took the red salt back.

The original war throws that small packet of red salt to Wuyuan. "Look at it."

Wuyuan took the salt bag and carefully opened it. As soon as he saw the salt inside, he grasped it tightly and relaxed again.

Fine salt! No, maybe it is salt! This salt is much finer than the salt he took out, just like snowflakes, but a reddish snow that has been stained with blood.

"Is this salt?" He has not seen the salt of this color.

Nodded in the original battle.

Wuyuan does not believe that a high-ranking blood-blooded warrior will use fake salt to lie to him, use his fingers to touch a little, apply it to his lips, and then lick his tongue and savour it.

Salty, fresh and cool. There is no bitter bitterness, and the tongue is melted. Even if it is not salt, it is definitely the fine salt that the three cities can have!

Why would you speculate that this is not salt? Because he saw the ordinary second-level warrior coming out of the wooden high platform, he had more salt in his hand. What does this mean?

Explain that this salt is only used by ordinary warriors, and how can the nobles, priests and chiefs in this tribe use the same salt as ordinary warriors? Doesn't that mean there is definitely better salt in this tribe?

Wuyuan raised his head and took a deep breath: "Adult, such salt, you have a lot? How many slaves do you want?"

The original battle was quiet, "said your price first."

"If it is such a fine salt," Wuyuan paused, and greed over the fear of high-ranking blood soldiers. "We sent people, no longer need to increase the price."

The original battle sneered.

Wuyuan took the courage to look at his eyes, but he couldn’t hold it for a while, and the pressure was too great! He even has to suspect that the other party is more than seven.

The original war gave him the price: "All children between the ages of eight and twelve are replaced by fertile female slaves. The adult male slaves who can fight, according to the level, the amount of salt is halved. These red salts can not be refined."

There is a terrible guess in the heart of Wuyuan, like the red salt of blood. Is this salt really mixed with blood when it is refined? Otherwise how can the taste be so special?

What if you use blood to refine it? Just taste good!

Wuyuan still wants to fight for it again. He needs a lot of high-order yuan crystal coins in exchange for the training method of high-ranking blood soldiers from the middle city or the upper city. This kind of red salt makes it clear that when he returns it, he will make a big profit. He will not give up. At this time, it is his profit to get more.

"This! Adults, it is not easy for our slaves to train out. I said that all the exchanges to you are the obedient slaves after the adjustment/teaching. They will never run away, and they will not be mutinized. I said the exchange price is really Can't be lower, let alone we will send you over."

The original war did not say agree to disagree with this price, just ask: "How many slaves can Moore do?"

"That depends on what you want?"

The original battle suddenly turned the horse's head, and said to the blue butterfly: "Allow them to build tents outside the wooden tower, dare to cross the border, kill!"

"Yes!"

"Adult!" Wuyuan did not understand how the original battle suddenly ended negotiations. "If you are not satisfied with this price, we can talk again."

The original warfare ignored him and left with four other soldiers, leaving only the blue butterfly.

Strictly convinced that he did not talk about business, and saw that the original battle was very good, so there was no more talk. At this time, when the original war did not talk about the results, he left, thinking and following. The guy has his own set of things, and he certainly has his reasons for doing so. He doesn't want to destroy his plans.

The wildebeest and the face-faced birds all left, and the tail color and other people were very upset. Wuyuan calmed down and thought that the high-ranking blood-stained soldiers agreed to build tents nearby instead of expelling them to leave. Obviously they still have a chance.

Clearly this point, Wuyuan also squeezed a smile in the face of the ordinary second-level fighter of Blue Butterfly. "Under the foot, I see that the tribe seems to be holding a market transaction with the nearby tribe. I wonder if we can also participate?"

Blue Butterfly opened his smile and replied with anger: "Would you like to participate? Our priests said that any stranger who did not receive the invitation from our nine originals, want to participate in the market, must be included in the city currency."

Wuyuan actually understood, "How many yuan coins do you need?"

When the blue butterfly listened to the three characters of the yuan, the spirit of the film suddenly rose. When the big man came to him, he explained it to him. Among them, he mentioned the yuan coin, saying that if the other party has it, try to get more points.

"Five grades of crystal coins." The blue butterfly lion has a big opening.

Wuyuan, "..." Does this indigenous warrior really know the value of the five-level crystal coin? I dare say it!

However, Wuyuan can't be angry, and can't refute it. It can only be euphemistically reminded: "Under the foot, the five-level crystal coin is equivalent to 10,000 first-class yuan coins. In Moore, even in the Three Cities, the general ones. It is a level 1 to 3 level coin, and a level 4 or above is not used unless it is a large transaction."

Blue Butterfly smiled, and at all, he was not pointed out to be ashamed of common sense. "We don't use Yuanjing coins here. Except for the leaders and priests, we have never seen them. You tell me about Yuanjing and Mooregan tribes."

This sentence made Wuyuan more convinced that the leaders and priests here came from the speculation of the Three Cities. "So, can we...?"

"You tell me first, if you say it well, you can drop a little more into the city."

Wuyuan is full of curiosity about the market where dwarves are participating. However, he can only resist the interpretation of the temper. "Yuanjing coins can be exchanged from the first level to the tenth level, the second level can be exchanged for ten levels, the third level can be exchanged for one hundred, and so on. The Yuanjing coin contains energy, and the blood-blood warrior specially exchanges the yuan crystal coins to absorb energy."

"What about the absorbed yuan coin?"

“Absorbed can be resold at very low prices to priests and wizards who specialize in charging the Yuanjing coins.”

"Oh? Is there such a priest?" Blue Butterfly blinked and said: "Tell you a little secret. This market can be attended by not only dwarves, but also the mermaid."

"Mermaid?!" Wuyuan suddenly filled his face with a smile, pulled out a bag of first-class yuan coins into the hands of the blue butterfly, "Let me go to the market to see it, this is a gift for the rest, I will give another coin to the market, how about a third-level coin?"

At the same time, the original battle also met with the strict, the two did not ride the wildebeest and did not ride the nine winds, said while walking.

"How many slaves do we change?" asked the original war.

"The more the better, but the more you are afraid of control. It is best to come in batches, first get a batch and get the second batch. The first batch of soldiers, the best fighters! The price is high. It doesn't matter, let them send it as soon as possible, preferably within two months."

"No, we are not in danger of war for the time being. The first batch of women and children are the first ones. It doesn't matter if they have more points. They are not easy to winter, they can drop some prices, and they are weak, eat a little, don't abuse them, they will Staying, and our warriors need women. The second batch of warriors will be broken up and divided into warriors."

It’s also a matter of rigorous thinking. “How much do you need first? We can’t let Moore think that our red salt is very good, and that it’s expensive.”

The original war chewed the last sentence for a while, and evoked the lips. "There is no ready-made crystal in the salt lake? Let the salt team get the crystals directly back, break it and exchange it for the Moorish people, and tell them that we are fine. Salt is also very troublesome. Those salt crystals are not worse than their salt and taste better. They won't want to."

"Then we need two thousand women and one thousand children, first give one tenth, and the rest wait for them to send people back."

"Well, they traded with us for the first time, and they wouldn't worry about sending people to the door. They would probably let us bring salt to somewhere." The original war words turned. "I heard you and Blue Butterfly say, agree. Let them enter the market?"

"I only agree that one person comes in. Before we can't leave Jiuyuan for a while, we want to form a long-term cooperation with Moore. We must let the other party know what we are missing and what we have."

"Not afraid of leaking the bottom?"

"Before fear, now..." Strictly patted the man around him, because the attitude of the Moorish people made him feel more urgency about the treatment of the original war. The seven-level blood warrior is hard to come by. He wants him to play a long-term role and he has to find a solution to his problem. Well, go to the witches to talk about it this evening.

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