Chapter 92: An unexpected surprise, a fruitful return
The wetland lizardman led the way, turned two corners, and entered a dilapidated wooden house.

Lear walked into the room and glanced around, his eyes resting on a corner.

It was a passage sloping downwards. There were torches made of grease hanging on both sides of the entrance. From time to time, they would crackle and pop, and dim lights would flash in the air.

The mud steps lead underground, like a beast with its mouth wide open ready to devour flesh and blood.

Lear stepped down with some curiosity.

After going about twenty meters deep, we entered the dungeon.

The underground area is quite spacious, with a diameter of about fifty or sixty meters.

The air was filled with the heat of fire, and the temperature had obviously risen a lot.

Turning around, this place looks more like a blacksmith shop than a prison.

Several corners are filled with ores that emit a metallic luster.

In the central area, the two fires had not yet been extinguished, and huge chimneys were directly connected to the ceiling, through which the smoke produced by the burning was discharged.

The air was not stuffy and one could feel a cool breeze blowing in from the entrance.

At this moment, Hags was leading more than a dozen wetland lizardman warriors, watching a group of trembling figures standing in the corner with a fierce look.

They were a group of humans with shackles on their ankles and terrified faces.

Gao Qingyi Se is over 1.80 meters tall, with explosively bulging muscles, full of power, giving him a bit of a bodybuilder feel.

In their hands they held the tools used for forging, hammers, pliers, and fire tongs.
On the wooden table beside him, dozens of newly formed spear blanks were quietly placed. They had not yet been forged or sharpened for the second time. They were pitch black and did not have much luster.

Lear was somewhat surprised to see this.

Wow, it turns out that the weapons in the hands of the rotten centaurs came from here. The other side actually has a group of human blacksmiths!
Where did these blacksmiths come from? How did they get captured by the Centaurs?
Just as I was wondering, a sturdy man with a beard took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Wow~
Wow~
There was a crisp sound of iron chains colliding on his feet, and he took two steps forward and immediately spoke in a trembling voice.

"Respected sir, I, Brin from the Long Hammer tribe, send you my greetings."

"Those evil centaurs attacked our tribe three months ago. We were captured and imprisoned here. We had no choice but to forge weapons for them to survive."

"We are not in league with those Centaurs"

Upon hearing this, Lear curiously checked its properties.

布林
[Level]: Level 7

[Profession]: Blacksmith (Intermediate, forging skills increased by 30%)

[Racial Talent]: Strong body, able to perform high-intensity work for a long time, physical strength increased by 70%, and recovery speed increased by 50%.

[Skills]: Frye Blacksmithing (2 stars) Proficient in various blacksmithing techniques, able to forge 2-star level weapons and armor.

Quenching (2 stars) Proficient in several quenching methods. After quenching, the toughness, sharpness and durability of weapons and equipment will be increased by an additional 35%.

[Evaluation]: The Frye people have a unique heritage, and their forging skills can even be compared with those of the dwarves.

Frye?!

Lear was somewhat surprised to see the evaluation.

These beings are actually Fry people? !
The Frye people are not pure-blooded humans. Although they look similar, they can only be classified as humanoid life forms.

Because the Frye have two hearts and two lungs.

Their unique body structure gives them more powerful strength.

Coupled with their crazy love and heritage for forging, their reputation was very prominent, and they were even comparable to the dwarves for a period of time.

But a long time ago, these lives angered the God of Forging by peeping at the extraordinary forging technique, and were cursed by the God and almost disappeared from the world.

I didn't expect to meet you here.

One can imagine the level of a race that can be cursed by God.

In comparison, although the Swamp People are also craftsmen, they are completely inferior to a race of this level of specialization.

Interest is soaring.

"The Rotten Centaurs have been annihilated by me. This territory now belongs to the City of Wisdom."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and stared at the Frye man in front of him.

"You should know that in the wilderness, the victor will get everything from the loser."

"Now, you are my trophies."

Hearing this, the tall and burly Brin showed a bit of bitterness on his face.

"Sir, can you please forgive us? The Longhammer Clan will definitely remember your kindness."

Lear spoke calmly.

"Do you think that's possible?"

The other person opened his mouth to say something but couldn't.

If his fate is not in his own hands, what can he use to make demands? !

He turned his head to look at his companions, let out a long breath, and fell silent.

Seeing this, Lear said in a deep voice.

"Frye, I am not interested in your lives, but since you are my spoils of war, you should provide me with corresponding value."

"You want me to forgive you, I can, but..."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Frye people turned their heads, their faces full of tension.

My heart was in my throat, as if I was in a court, waiting for the judge's final verdict.

"If you want to buy back your life, then use your labor to buy it back."

"My territory is in need of a group of blacksmiths. Work for me for five years in exchange for your lives."

The Frye people looked at each other, and then looked at the leader Brin.

The leader felt Lear's unquestionable gaze and nodded without any hesitation.

"Sir, we are willing to serve you!"

Moreover, their fate was in the hands of this human. Giving them a chance was already a great surprise. What more could they ask for? !

The weak never have the power to decide.

Lear said meaningfully.

"Believe me, you will be proud of your choice today, and I will stick to my promise. It is up to you to choose whether to leave in five years."

He couldn't estimate how far the city of Wei Lu could develop in five years.

If he can't conquer a few Frye people after such a long time, then he should give up.

Adding a time limit was just to lower their psychological defenses. He had no interest in forcing them to work in shackles like the Rotten Centaurs did.

Wouldn't it be more beneficial if we watched drama from time to time and worked for him willingly with high enthusiasm every day?

Feeling the sincerity in his words, the Frye people's expressions softened.

The look he gave Lear was no longer so resistant. "Thank you for your kindness, my lord."

Who would want to die if they can live?

If one could be free, who would want to be forced to work?

Li Er nodded slightly and looked at Haggs.

"Unchain them."

Hagus nodded, strode forward, his blood and energy burning and covering the steel knife in his hand.

Even if the swift lizard stays outside, his own power is still ferocious and terrifying.

Swing the sword and cut down.

Click~ a crisp sound was heard.

The anklet was cut off easily without causing any harm to it.

One by one, these Fryes were restored to freedom.

At this point, the look towards Lear was kinder.

They never expected to be freed from their restraints.

Now, this gentleman's sincerity was shown directly and without reservation.

Not deceiving them.
When the identities and statuses of both parties are extremely unequal, the superior only needs to do a little favor to gain great gratitude. This has always been human nature.

After Haggs put away his knife and returned, Lear looked curiously at the ore beside him.

"Where did the Centaurs dig these ores from? Are there iron mines nearby?"

The leader, Brin, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Sir, these ores were robbed from us."

"The Longhammer tribe previously occupied a small iron mine, but it has now dried up."

Lear was not disappointed.

These mined ores are also a good harvest.

"Hagus, take some people to move these ores out and let the bubble beasts take them away."

As he said this, he looked at the smelting and forging tools.

“Take these back with you as well.”

When everyone was busy, Li Er seemed to have thought of something and asked the leader of the Frye people beside him.

"Brin, the weapons and armor in Haggs' hands are no longer suitable. Can you make a set tailor-made for him?"

The Flesh Slayer, a divine creature, comes with a flesh-and-blood battle axe, so he is not in urgent need of defensive equipment.

Hags is different. He has powerful attributes, but he does not have the abnormal ability of divine life to revive after death. Having the right weapons can better unleash his power.

Brin looked at Haggs for a few times and said confidently.

"Sir, the forging skills of the Frey people are no worse than those of the dwarves!"

"As long as we have enough materials, we can forge any weapon you need!"

Lear nodded in satisfaction.

This is the confidence we want!

Just looking at the spears of the rotten centaurs, you can tell that their forging skills are indeed very good.

With these Fry people, the mineral vein that has just been occupied can be put to use.

If you arm all the troops in your hands, the combat effectiveness can be directly improved by several levels.

The difference between having equipment and not having equipment was clearly demonstrated during these days of hunting.

After a busy period, all the ores, forging tools, and unfinished spear embryos in the dungeon were moved away.

Back on the ground, hundreds of rotting centaur corpses were also collected.

It can be said to be a full harvest.

At this moment, two wetland lizardmen approached with a bunch of muddy, sweet potato-like fruits.

"Master, we dug up the food you mentioned underground."

Lear's eyes lit up.

Looking at it carefully, its attribute panel immediately appears in my mind.

Blue Heart Mud Fruit
[Level]: 1 star

[Characteristics]: Contains tremendous energy and can meet daily nutritional needs.

[Evaluation]: A plant with high yield.

Lear laughed out loud and was in a very good mood.

Finally got it!
This information was collected more than half a month ago, but it was not easy for me to finish it today.

With the Blue Heart Mud Fruit in hand, this goal has been achieved.

These foods will greatly enhance the foundation of the City of Wei Lu and their strategic significance is very important.

With Green Grass Granny around, there is no need to worry about not being able to farm.

In the future, the army will not have to worry about food when going out to fight, which can save a lot of manpower and material resources.

War is fought with logistics.

But today's harvest does not end there - hundreds of rotting centaur corpses will become new nutrients.

Together with what we got from today’s hunting, it will be enough to train a second cold-blooded cavalry squad.

The biggest surprise was the Frye, these nearly extinct forgers.

It’s exciting to think about a race that could be cursed by the God of Forging.

In addition, today's battle also allowed him to intuitively realize the combat effectiveness of the Flesh and Blood Slayer.

I unexpectedly discovered that the combination of this divine life and the Swamp Banshee has miraculous effects.

It gave him more ideas.
All in all, it’s a huge profit.

"Dig up this area completely and take as many blue heart mud fruits as you can."

"In one hour, return to the territory immediately."

After digesting this harvest, the strength of Weilu City will definitely increase significantly.

Besides, it will be early morning by the time I get back to work, and tomorrow is the 25th. Another intelligence refresh.

With double happiness coming, Lear was in a very good mood.

(End of this chapter)