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"Doing business with Chaos Dwarves? Are you crazy?"

Mousse pointed out Windlow's mistake without mercy. The imperial businessman made a very stupid mistake.

It is true that the Chaos Dwarves are good at doing business, but look at the people they do business with and which one is easy to deal with.

For Chaos Dwarves, their trade partners are generally divided into three directions.

The Norscans, the Forces of Chaos, and the Dark Elves.

The Norscans will sell slaves and ore, which can be used to purchase Chaos Dwarf equipment and weapons.

The Forces of Chaos offer daemons and other rewards in exchange for the services of a Chaos Dwarf.

The trade between the Dark Elves and the Chaos Dwarves is pure slavery.

For Mousse, who is a dark elf herself, even though she is not a slave master or the admiral of the Black Ark, she knows very well what Chaos Dwarves are.

Killing and robbing, taking things without paying are considered minor offenses. If the strength is unequal, the Chaos Dwarves will just start robbing.

The premise for them to make a deal is the balance of power. When neither side can do anything to the other and the fight is bound to end in mutual loss, they will choose to trade.

How does Windlow trade with the Chaos Dwarves? On his own?

Mousse is indeed a good fighter, but she lacks the means to break armor. If you want her to fight against heavily armored enemies, it is better to let her think about how to escape.

It was probably because Windlow had too smooth a journey that any force he met was able to communicate with him by coincidence.

But his only advantage is that he is very obedient and never does anything without thinking.

Moreover, rational thinking is always online, and at the same time, he will never be self-willed. What Mousse said makes sense. There is nothing good about converting to chaos.

So the mission was reorganized and it was decided to continue to carry out the order given by Gert before and conduct a thorough investigation of this small town.

"Let's go inside and take a look!"

Mousse threw Windlow onto the roof as soon as he raised it, then crouched down and kept moving back and forth on the top floor of the building.

After walking out for more than ten meters, she turned back and found that Windlow had not followed her at all. She could only make a gesture and ask him to stay where he was and let her deal with the specific situation inside.

Jump, roll, and swing across the streetlights.

Because this town is located in the Cursed Wasteland, there has been a lack of rainfall, resulting in the flat-roofed buildings.

Ordinary people can easily climb up the roof quickly, and the Chaos Dwarf town is built based on the laying of pipelines, so it is easy to walk into the town.

As for Windlow, he was lying on the roof, observing the situation inside.

This place is like a large factory, and different slogans can be seen on the walls everywhere.

"I go to work at 6am, take a 10-minute break at noon, and then I can go to bed at 12pm."

"Raw materials make up equipment, and equipment requires raw materials!"

On assembly line after assembly line, people of different races, genders and ages are doing the same work equally.

Humans, greenskins, goblins, even skeletons and dragon demons, were all standing on the assembly line, completing their work under the whip of the hobgoblins.

The greenskins laboriously threw bag after bag of raw materials onto the conveyor belt. The conveyor belt, powered by magic, steam and even manpower, started moving, transporting bag after bag of raw materials to the back.

The goblins were running on the assembly line, opening the bags and spreading the raw materials evenly. They picked up some things that were too big or too small and threw them elsewhere.

Throw the big pieces where the big pieces are, and throw the small pieces where the small pieces are.

But such a simple thing seems a little difficult for the goblins, perhaps because of lack of sleep or poor diet.

The goblins always put things in the wrong place, and at this time, the big goblin appears.

This is a kind of goblin that is taller than ordinary goblins, but of course not as tall as the green-skinned orcs. From the decorations on their bodies and the whips in their hands, Windlow can tell that they are the supervisors of the production line.

He picked up the long whip in his hand, not caring at all whether the goblin he whipped was of the same race or not.

After the whip hit the goblin hard, its wisdom increased by an order of magnitude, and it would not make the wrong choice of raw materials for at least the next ten minutes.

In the middle of the assembly line are humans from the Dark Land, or human captives captured from other places.

There are Norscans, Huns, Kurgans, and of course there are also Imperials, Bretonnians, Southern Kingdoms, and Cathays.

All humans, regardless of gender, age or status, stood beside the assembly line, quickly picked up the parts in front of them, assembled them together, and placed them on another assembly line.

Those who move quickly can get a nod of approval from the earth goblins, while those who move slowly can be whipped.

On another assembly line, zombies, under the control of vampires, were shaking assembly molds, repeating the most basic mechanical movements.

There were also ogres stirring the cauldrons of molten iron, and dragon demons acting as pack horses.

Except for the elves, almost all other races are present in the entire factory.

It seems that whether they are ordinary dwarves or chaos dwarves, they are notoriously distrustful of elves, and usually choose to sell elf captives back to make money rather than keep them as slaves.

This high-intensity factory assembly line results in workers dying suddenly on the job every second.

There is no need to worry about this. Under the command of the hobgoblins, the green-skinned guys will drag away the people who died suddenly, peel off their skin, remove their flesh and bones to make other raw materials, and at the same time select a new slave from the slave pit to fill the gap.

Even the serfs of Bretonnia considered this kind of work inhumane.

Although you have to pay 90% of your income to the Knight, at least you can rest and sleep after dark.

But here with the Chaos Dwarves, let alone income, they can't even guarantee one meal a day. Moreover, once it gets dark, the Chaos Dwarves will light all kinds of lights so that the assembly line can continue production.

Taking the mortality rate of slaves into consideration, the assembly line adopted a very humane two-shift system, with a 12-hour night shift and a 12-hour day shift.

At this time, in addition to witnessing the efficient productivity of the Chaos Dwarves, Windlow also realized a very bad situation.

A chill went straight into his heart.

Just as Mousse said at the beginning, the Chaos Dwarves do not desire trade, they just need a source of slaves and a market to sell goods.

If he were discovered by them, he would certainly be captured and turned into a slave. Now he had to keep a low profile and wait for Mousse to come back.

Little did they know that at this moment, the two earth elves looked at each other, took out something in their hands, and slowly walked towards the ground floor of the house where Windlow was hiding.