Both sides were very satisfied with this deal. After discussing the time and place of the deal, the atmosphere became very harmonious.
The banquet became more and more lively. Frodo was very interested in the two centaurs. After Mishion knew that the delicious food was Frodo's masterpiece, he very warmly invited Frodo to be a guest in the centaur tribe.
However, Suhlen stopped him. It wasn't easy to get a chef. How could he just let someone else take him away?
After some discussion, Suhlen also got some information about the centaur tribe and the orcs that were fighting against them. The Samar tribe had a population of more than six thousand, and more than two thousand of them were warriors. The rest were women, children, the elderly, and the weak.
Of course, this was only relative. In fact, the women of this tribe were also very strong. It could be said that every tribe was a soldier. If there was a crisis, the entire tribe would pick up their weapons. The centaur tribe also had priests. Suhlen didn't know how many priests there were, but there were at least three of them.
Compared to wizards, priests were more suitable for the battlefield. As long as they grasped the right timing, these priests with divine spells had the power to turn the tide of a battle.
The armor that Suhlen sold to the centaurs was not plate armor. After all, low carbon steel armor was not cheap, and the centaurs' body structure was not suitable for plate armor. Therefore, he sold them a type of chainmail.
The blacksmith shop in Northtown Castle had a hydraulic forging machine, so it was very easy to make these iron armor leaves. These iron armor leaves were also twice as big as normal leaves, so it was even easier to make them. With a hammer strike, a piece of iron armor was produced. With the help of the blast furnace, they could make a few sets of iron armor in a day.
After finishing all the food on the table, the two centaurs let out a satisfied burp. As a nomadic race, it was easy to imagine the diet of the centaurs. Most of the time, they would roast the food and sprinkle some salt on it, or add some wild vegetables to stew it.
Suhlen's food was all kinds of fried, steamed, and fried. There were also fruit salad and ice cream, which could be considered as luxurious desserts. It could be said that this was the best food they had ever eaten in their lives.
After eating, Suhlen began to talk with them. He wanted to get more information about this wasteland.
"I heard that you were fighting against the orcs?" Suhlen asked.
"Yes, it's an orc tribe. They want to invade our territory," Mishien said. "We have been at war with them for a long time, but with this batch of equipment, we are confident that we can drive them out of our pasture completely."
"How strong are those orcs?" Suhlen wanted to know the strength of the orcs.
"Their strength is not bad. Their individual strength is weaker than ours, but they have more people, and they have shamans!" Mihien's expression was serious when he talked about the shamans. Obviously, he valued them a lot.
"Those bastards are using elemental power to destroy nature. This is blasphemy to Mother Earth!" Mishien said sternly.
Su Lun had a general understanding of the conflict between the two sides. Most likely, both sides had set their sights on a piece of grassland, but in the end, neither side was willing to back down. The Orcs had taken the initiative by relying on their advantage in numbers, but the Centaurs refused. Coupled with the fact that the two tribes had different doctrines, it was even more difficult for the two sides to get along. Even a small matter could cause a fight, let alone a large piece of grassland.
This was related to the future development and strength of the tribe. With a larger pasture, they could raise more livestock and feed more people. In a place like the wilderness, if you wanted to survive, you had to fight. Fight for pasture, fight for territory, and fight for more living space.
Through Mishien, Suhlen also learned some information about the surrounding wasteland. There was a troll tribe to the north of the centaur tribe. Following the Red Sand River to the south, there was a swamp where some lizard tribes lived. The centaurs did not know any further places.
In fact, the centaurs told Suhlen that the tribes were all big tribes. In this wasteland, there were many smaller tribes. There were too many tribes, and no one knew when they were annexed, so no one knew how many tribes there were.
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After sending the centaur tribe's messenger away, it was already evening. The two sides agreed to come back to trade after a while. Suhlen also needed a few days to prepare the armor. After this trade, Suhlen would have 300 war horses and 100 longbows. He could also put the cavalry and archers on the agenda.
When he arrived at the barracks, the recruits were still training. 20 archers were training their arm strength, and 20 spearmen were stabbing the scarecrows with wooden spears. Sheriff Harrison was also training the security team's soldiers.
"Harrison." Suhlen waved at him.
Harrison, who was in the middle of training, asked the squad leader to lead them to continue training, and then walked towards Suhlen.
"Monseigneur, you were looking for me?"
"Yes, the centaurs will send a batch of horses in a few days. Pick 30 horses for the security team and teach them how to ride," Suhlen said.
"Monseigneur, don't worry. I will train them well." Harrison was very excited when he heard that he would be assigned 30 horses to the security team. Before this, the security team only had two horses, and they could only be used to send messages. Many times, they could not arrive in time to deal with emergencies.
"By the way, recruit some people from the refugees and train a cavalry," Suhlen continued.
Although many of the heroes in the territory knew how to ride, Harrison was the only one who could train cavalry. He was also the only one who had served in the army of Florence and knew how to train cavalry. Of course, he only knew how to train some beginner cavalry. It was impossible to train elite cavalry or heavy cavalry.
"Yes, Monseigneur!" Harrison saluted seriously.
"Okay, continue with the training. As long as you make enough contributions, I will give you rewards. Money, land, or a title." Suhlen patted Harrison's shoulder, and then continued to tour the camp.
Harrison, who had received Suhlen's promise, was overjoyed. He became even more excited, and then trained the soldiers even more fiercely. "Little bastards, did you not eat? You're so soft. Even those women are better than you. "
"Tell me loudly, are you guys men?"
"Yes!"
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
"Yes!" Everyone roared.
"Then train with all your heart!" Harrison roared.
"Look, this is what chopping is. Look at the bullsh * t you guys are training. Today, everyone will do 500 more chopping, and you're not allowed to eat if you don't finish!"
Seeing the soldiers being tortured by Harrison, Suhlen smiled in his heart, and then left the camp.
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