Chapter 150
"What, you said there are eight leopard orcs in total?"
When everyone returned to the Ashes tribe, Lang Lingxuan asked the younger brother with an ugly face.
"Yeah..."
Lang Lingan noticed that everyone's faces were not good-looking, so he swallowed, nodded and said.
"Broken!"
Yin Baichuan stood up, his face solemn: "One must have run away, let's prepare for the massive attack of the Storm Tribe!"
"The Storm Tribe patriarch is a level 40 powerhouse, and none of us is his opponent!" Yang Man patriarch said with a serious look.
The reason why he helped the Ash Tribe is one is the allure of the Pneumatic Drill, and the other is that the Storm Tribe will not know that they have helped the Strange Wind Tribe.
But it would be different now that he ran one, and he already regretted it a little.
"Baichuan..."
Lang Lingxuan sighed, took out the magnificent pneumatic drill, and handed it to him, a little reluctant, and said, "Help me sell the pneumatic drill. , and then use the money to hire a powerhouse, otherwise we really have no hope."
Yin Baichuan thought about it, and now it can only be like this, a level 40 powerhouse has at least 50,000 or 60,000 blood. The amount, attack power, and defense power are beyond the scope he can resist, and he really has nothing to do.
As for Lang Lingxuan, she has just reached level 30, so she has a certain speed, but as long as she is controlled, she will be instantly killed, and there is no room for negotiation.
"Okay, I'll sell it for you!" Yin Baichuan took it and said.
"Lang girl, don't forget to have a share of our Qifeng tribe!" Yang Man saw that they ignored him and quickly reminded him.
"Hehe!" Lang Lingxuan laughed: "Yang Man patriarch, I let you Qifeng tribe participate, just to fight against the storm tribe, and now I hire a powerhouse to deal with the storm tribe, what qualifications do you have? Dividing the wind drill? You, a level 30 Wind Element Mage, make one shot, and give you half a million bills, right?"
"Lang girl, how can you say that?" Yang Man patriarch Immediately unhappy, he argued: "I'm here to help you Ashes Tribe, it's a risk, if you say 500,000 at the beginning, I will definitely not take the risk of Qifeng Tribe being wiped out to help you. , you are wrong!"
Lang Lingxuan raised her eyebrows: "Is that one million almost?"
Yang Man suddenly choked up, one million That's enough, but compared to the value of a pneumatic drill, one million is not even worth one hair from nine oxen.
"No way!" Yang Man shook the head and said, "Girl Lang, at least give us a 10% share of the Storm Tribe."
He is the kind of person who sees others winning the lottery now. Jealousy, thinking that the money is easy to come by, so I really want a piece of the pie.
It's like a person driving a poor relative to receive a bonus of over 100 million yuan. The poor relative only wants to give him a 100 yuan fare, but he feels that if he doesn't give him 1,800,000 yuan, he will loss.
I think it's not just about driving, but also keeping a secret. Anyway, you're paying me for nothing, what's the matter with me?
"You're joking, this is impossible!"
Lang Lingxuan immediately shouted, although she didn't know how much the wind drill was worth, but there must be tens of billions of dollars. 10%, he dares to say that?
The Ashes Tribe had too many hard times, she didn't want to suffer any more, so she would use the money to improve the Ashes Tribe, so she didn't want to share every dollar.
"A million is definitely not enough anyway, at least half of it!" Yang Man didn't know how to refute, so he played a rogue.
Lang Lingxuan rolled her eyes and said, "It's not impossible to give you half a percent, this should be regarded as a dowry gift from my younger brother, and the Qifeng tribe will obey my Ashes tribe's orders in the future! My younger brother and Yang Meimei have given birth to a descendant of the sheep tribe, and he will inherit the patriarch of the Qifeng tribe."
The orcs of different races combine, and the offspring they give birth to are the races of both parents. It's not a mixed race, that's why Lang Lingxuan said so.
"This..."
Yang Man stroked his beard with a hesitant look on his face.
In fact, after this incident, there is no doubt that the Ash Tribe will grow and develop, and it is not impossible for the Qifeng Tribe to form an alliance with them, but he is afraid that the Ash Tribe will annex their Qifeng Tribe in the future. .
But...
The Qifeng Tribe is also a Sheep Tribe, and it was impossible to be annexed by the Wolf Tribe.
"Yes!"
Yang Man gritted his teeth, and nodded agreed.
Yin Baichuan shook his head helplessly, this business is definitely a loss for Lang Lingxuan, and the Qifeng tribe is only a small tribe, half of the value of the wind drill can buy a lot of slaves, in his opinion, annexation A tribe is not worth it.
Besides, it's not annexation, or even care.
"Okay, I'm leaving. Tomorrow I'll go to the human world to help you sell the pneumatic drill." Yin Baichuan stood up, finished speaking, and walked out.
Lang Lingxuan followed directly.
"What's wrong?" Yin Baichuan turned back.
"Come on!" Lang Lingxuan looked around, dragged Yin Baichuan to a corner, and whispered, "If I didn't have you, I wouldn't be able to keep this drill, so just keep one for yourself. Let's get paid for it."
"This..."
Yin Baichuan is slightly frowned, if it were anyone else, he would have no pressure and would strive for more shares, even He wanted to run away with the wind drill, and then swallow it all by himself. He didn't believe that others would dare to come to the human world to settle accounts with him.
But Lang Lingxuan...
He already regards her as his own woman. For his own woman, that is the most precious thing in the world, not to mention a trifling drill , even Divine Item can't change her own woman.
"You got this pneumatic drill at the risk of mortal danger, I don't do much." Yin Baichuan shook his head and said, "I can't have it, you need this pneumatic drill to improve the life of the tribe. "
Actually, what he thought was that the Ashes tribe should quickly become stronger. Once they are strong, they don't need you. Then you can follow me in peace, and you don't need to leave me in the Ashes tribe. .
Lang Lingxuan's eyes showed a touch of emotion, she really did not see this man wrong, and she was not moved by such great interests.
"You just accept it. If I didn't need to develop the Ash Tribe, I would like to be half with you. If you didn't save me, if you didn't help me rescue the younger brother, then this All the wind drills are impossible to belong to me." Lang Lingxuan persuaded softly.
Yin Baichuan pondered for a while, and said, "Well, the wind drill is all yours..."
Speaking, she wanted to speak when she saw Lang Lingxuan, so she stretched out her hand He interrupted her and continued: "Listen to me, the wind drills are all yours, but the spoils of war of the Azure Dragon, the golden horn, the yellow-maned lion and the steel rock Pangolin are all mine, you see How's it going?"
Lang Lingxuan tilted her head and asked suspiciously, "Aren't the Azure Dragon and the golden horn yours originally? As for the steel rock Pangolin, we both killed them. Yes, trifling is a lord-level monster with more than 30 levels, how can the value be compared with a pneumatic drill?"
She feels very bad now, Yin Baichuan is too kind to her, whether it is her life or more important The tribe, who has saved herself many times, did not want to talk to him in a business-like way, feeling impersonal.
And Yin Baichuan doesn't feel this way?
So he waved his hand and said, "Okay, we don't have to worry about so much, I'll go first, I'll talk about this later!"
Lang Lingxuan looked As he left, his beautiful eyes flashed, not knowing what he was thinking.