Chapter 434

"It's precious, but that taste..." Berea couldn't help but frowning when she thought of the painful memories.

"The royal families in human countries all use elven paper, which has a long shelf life and no odor, but elven paper is very expensive. Aren't we also forced to use parchment scrolls?" said a minotaur with envy.

Several minotaurs looked at the paper spread out on the table, their eyes filled with envy and contemplation.

"The Snow Wolf Clan and the Black Map Tribe, I don't know whether they are powerful or lucky, but they can actually make paper. No matter where they put this thing, they don't have to worry about selling it." Bi Qi was the one who envied them.

The other cyan minotaur's thoughts were much more complicated, more in line with Chief Shuul's. He glanced at the young minotaur, shook his head, and said, "Owning this thing is good luck, but it's also a nuisance. I'm afraid the Snow Wolf Man used it specifically to write, and they have their own intentions."

Chief Xiuer smiled and nodded. "You are all right. I guess this young chief wants to trade paper with us, otherwise he wouldn't have given it to us. This also shows his trust in us. It seems that he has the same idea as us."

Ever since the Golden Kingdom began to show its ambition, or even earlier, when the orcs such as the Golden Lion Tribe, Leopard Tribe, and Tiger Tribe decided to compete with the Elves for territory, the Tauren had already begun planning for the future.

Xuul has been the chief of the tribe for many years. Even if the Tauren do not participate in any fights, if the Fantasy Continent really becomes chaotic one day, they will not be able to remain immune.

Now the ambition of the Golden Kingdom is even more obvious, especially in recent years. Whether it is the small orcs who depend on the kingdom or the small orcs who live alone, they are all persecuted by the kingdom. Many small orcs escape and come to the Red Grass Tribe for help.

The Tauren live together and are united, but the downside is that they are very conspicuous in the Fantasy Continent. If you take in these small orcs, they will soon be discovered, and then Xuul cannot guarantee that the Golden Kingdom will not take action against them.

But he couldn't just sit there and watch the small orcs suffer, not to mention that the Tauren had their own considerations. So Xuel asked the Tauren warriors to send the small orcs who came to seek help to a hidden place and give them some food.

Unfortunately, the Tauren could only do this. When Xuul heard that a large number of small orcs had been sold to humans as slaves at high prices, the anger in his heart had already boiled like magma.

He also needs to think of a retreat for the Minotaur and make more allies so that he won't be alone when he encounters danger. The kingdom is powerful and the Minotaur's strength alone is far from enough.

In addition to the bear tribe and silver fox tribe in the extreme cold land, the monkey tribe and deer tribe in the south, and the dwarves who often help, these races that are friendly with the Tauren, Xuel is most optimistic about the Black Map Tribe.

The powerful strength of the snow werewolves was one of the reasons, and the magical little chief was the most important reason. Xuel still remembered the shock he had received and his high spirits, which made him certain that the Black Map Tribe would get better and better under his leadership.

So he spared no effort to help the other party. Sure enough, he learned from Blue and Jerry about the current appearance of the Black Map Tribe, which was within Xuer's expectations, and even several times better than he imagined.

"Blue, Jerry, you two don't have to participate in the autumn harvest. I have a letter to write back to the young chief, and you two must deliver it to him safely." Chief Xuul came back to his senses from his thoughts and said to the two minotaurs who had just returned.

Blue and Jerry felt a little happy that they didn't have to participate in the tribe's most important autumn harvest. Autumn harvest is the most tiring work...

Gray Iron Tribe.

Buona swung the hammer vigorously, hitting the red-hot sword hard.

"Mom has been so energetic and creative lately. I haven't seen her make so many weapons in a long time."

Her youngest son Rocky squatted not far away and said to Rocky who was sitting in the rocking chair next to him.

Loki rocked his chair calmly. Recently, snow wolves kept coming to haul bricks, and he cleared out the surrounding monsters for them. The Gray Iron Tribe had not had such a stable life since they came to the Fantasy Continent, and he could finally take a break these few days.

The Gray Iron Tribe had long been renovated. Except for the bricks that were provided first to the Snow Werewolves, the rest were used to build houses. The original foundation was there, so they were built quickly.

The tribesmen also built a kang in the bedroom according to Bombur's teachings. It was very comfortable when the weather was cold. However, Loki was old and could not stand the hardness of the kang, so he had to put a thick mat on it.

Now that the weather is hot, there is no fire burning under the kang, and it is cool and comfortable.

"Chief, Rob and the Snow Werewolf are here to pull the bricks."

Amon pushed a cart of swamp mud that had just been pulled back and shouted to Loki with a smile.

Loki stood up in surprise. Rob was a great craftsman, second only to his wife, and could make many strange but useful things.

After a while, Robb walked into the tribe, greeted the other dwarves, and went straight to Loki and Buona's house.

The dwarves were oblivious to the outside world while forging their weapons, so Robb tactfully avoided interrupting them. He smiled and said to Loki, "Long time no see. I'm here to make a new deal. Our young chief wants a large quantity of glass for greenhouses. If the Gray Iron Tribe can help, we can tell you how to improve the purity of the glass. We can also trade grain and vegetables. Perhaps you prefer our food?"

Bombur came more often and was used to the food in the cafeteria. He would bring some sauce with him, and the dwarves of the Gray Iron Tribe naturally tasted it.

Loki smiled and stroked his gray beard. "The Gray Iron Tribe has no shortage of food and vegetables, but I'm very interested in how to improve the purity of glass. What about your food?"

He looked at Rocky, who was looking longingly at him. "Of course it tastes delicious. It would be great to use it as a trading item."

The two of them successfully negotiated a glass trade, which was not difficult at all. The Gray Iron Tribe was taken care of by the Snow Werewolves, and with the tangible benefits, it would be strange for Loki to refuse.

Rob had something else to ask him. "It's been so long, I can't remember the locations of the other dwarf tribes. We need a lot of glass this time, and the young chief wants to cooperate with a few more dwarf tribes."

Loki didn't know what a greenhouse was exactly, but when he heard that the young chief of the Black Map tribe needed to find more dwarf tribes, he felt happy. Wouldn't that way more dwarves could live without fear?

Excited, he immediately took out graphite and took Rob into the house to find a blank parchment, and wrote and drew the location of the dwarf tribe.