After standing up to try one's skill, Yang Ling found that the power and sorcery entered another layer and had an amazing explosive power. The elves marveled at the sudden acceleration, which equalled the speed of an unadvanced hornbee.

Look at the evolution to the size of the fist horned bee beast, carefully understand the changes in the body, Yang Ling could not help but sigh that the spring of life of the elves is really a good baby, much more than swallowing a few warcraft blood beads.

"How can this ancient summoner stay long enough to help?" Now that human slave hunters are becoming more and more rampant, good-looking people are often their first targets, and the elven elders are worried.

Just as the elven elder was thinking hard, an elven with a long rosewood arrow rushed in, "Elder, the dwarven tribe is visiting with a lot of weapons!"

"Yes, very well, please soon!"

Before the elder had finished speaking, there was a noise outside, "Elder, dying of thirst, bring out some jars of rum!"

After throwing the package on his back to the ground, a black-faced dwarf, no taller than Yang Ling's chest, swaggered in and sat down on a pale green bamboo chair.

Although not tall, the black-faced dwarf is extremely muscular, with forearms thicker than the thighs of the long-haired beauty Sophia. Just lying in the bamboo chair are still restless, keep moving the watermelon like big butt, the bamboo chair pressure "squeak" sound, so that Yang Ling had to worry about the bamboo chair next moment will not be crushed into pieces.

"Sophia, you can't give me two glasses of rum to moisten my throat after a whole day of walking with my people?" The dwarf looked at Sophia with a pretend pity, "Really can't, a cup can also, I don't know the taste of wine for a whole month." Oh, my God, I'm so poor!"

"Now, Rumi, you drunkard, you drink all the time, be careful to drink your tongue!" After all, Sophia poured a glass of rum for the dwarf, and then poured a full glass for Yangling.

After drinking the rum in one mouthful, he saw a glass full of wine in front of Yang Ling, and the dwarf quit, "Sophia, it's not fair!" Pour your great lover a large glass of wine, but I have only this little, not enough to wet my throat, another glass!"

A big lover?

Hearing Rumi said this, Sophia could not help but be ashamed and angry, violently twisting Rumi's dirty ear and floating away. Before going out, quietly looked back at a nonchalant Yangling, flushed.

"Come, Brother Rumi, let me buy you a drink!"

Seeing the dwarf lift the wine pot upside down and drink the last drop of wine with difficulty, Yang Ling smiled and passed the rum in front of him.

Dwarves are not welcome, pigs eat ginseng fruit like a big glass of rum drink. After a wine hiccup, to Yang Ling thumbs up, "Brother, good, some day I invite you to drink, big barrels to drink!"

"You're the same old boy. Rumi, what did your father send you with this time? Open it and see!" Seeing that the dwarves were drunk and raving, the elven elder smiled kindly.

After a pat on the back of the head, the dwarf finally remembered the business and shouted to his people to open all the parcels for the elders to see.

Yang Ling probably took a look, except for a few swords, most of them were made of iron armor and arrows.

Reach out to take a long sword to try, Yang Ling felt a little light weight. A hard swing, "crack" a bowl-mouth thickness of the branch split down, smooth fracture, it seems very sharp. Reach out and knock a few times on the long sword, listening to the crisp "ding, ding" sound, understand the hardness and toughness of the long sword are not bad, at least better than their own meat cutting knife.

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Yangling is an electronics major, but was arranged by the school to the hardware factory internship, ghost knows what the school those old antiques are thinking. However, after more than a month of internship, if nothing else, at least can roughly distinguish the hardness and toughness of steel. I did not expect to encounter steel of this quality in this primitive continent, and was full of interest in dwarven iron ore and refining methods.

"Brother, take whatever weapon you like, and buy me a few drinks later!" Dwarf Rumi generously patted Yang Ling on the shoulder, black claws in Yang Ling's white coat left a bright mark. However, if he knew that Yang Ling had made his hard-worked weapon compared with a kitchen knife at 10 yuan on the roadside, I am afraid he would vomit blood immediately.

After evading Rumi's harassment without any trace, Yang Ling flicked gently on his long sword, "How much of this iron ore do you have, sell some to me, how about that?"

Through the hornbees' memories, Yang Ling understood that the iron ore could serve as their food. The teeth of Hornbees are so sharp that they can crush iron, not to mention stones, and their scales become even harder when they devour all kinds of metal.

Although he did not understand how he inexplicably came to this forest, Yang Ling understood that if he wanted to live in this jungle jungle, in addition to seizing the time to cultivate the mysterious magic, the domesticated hornbee beast was his biggest rely on, and improving their ability was the cost of strengthening his own survival.

"What, you just want iron ore?" Many people rushed to buy weapons made by their own tribe, but to buy iron ore directly, he was the first time he heard, "Brother, you will not carry iron ore to the battlefield, like a cave giant to smash the wall?"

Staring at Yangling for a long time, see him not like a joke, Rumi could not help but frown, not that he did not want to sell iron ore, but that he really did not know what kind of price to open. The price is high, I am embarrassed to open my mouth, after all, the other party seems to be very familiar with Sophia, not looking at monks and Buddhas; The price is low, and it is not easy to tell the clansman after returning.

See Rumi dilemma, Yang Ling in a few words to find out what is going on, mysteriously smile, from the arms to touch these days to get more than 20 warcraft crystal core, "this is the deposit, of course, if you are willing to, after a period of time I can also use wine and you exchange!"

This forest is really rich in resources, clear and sweet mountain spring water, bright and abundant sunshine, absolutely green pure natural food... The conditions are advantaged. Maybe it would be a good idea to open a winery here, if nothing else, the clear mountain spring water is better than any brand name mineral water on Earth.

After a few kind words, with the support of the elvish elders, Yang Ling exchanged 25 crystal nuclei and a dozen jars of rum wine for two thousand cubic meters of high-quality iron ore. Even if we don't go hunting, we'll feed the horned hornets for the better part of a month.

Born is not rich or expensive, this is the judgment of Yangling's life.

See a lot of mountain dwarves to build weapons, ordinary people get a satisfied, and Yang Ling actually as long as a lot of iron ore. Either he's a madman, or he's an all-embracing aristocrat who has no regard for ordinary weapons.

In addition, a low-grade warcraft crystal core is worth at least dozens of amethyst coins, enough for an ordinary family of five to live for several years, and Yang Ling actually shot twenty-five crystal cores. In addition to the great nobles of mankind from the capital and other places, who has such great verve?