Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 199: Drooling at the Great Xia's Sales List

Thorin wanted nothing more than to jump up and slap Grom on the head. What kind of nonsense was this idiot spouting?

If we keep talking, we'll offend the people of Great Xia and all this trip will be for nothing!

He hurriedly said to Lin Mo:

"Don't mind him, he meant no harm. You know, orcs are all muscle!"

"The 'cunning humans' he's referring to are those charlatans of the Holy Race, not you!"

Grom was taken aback, realizing he had misspoke, and immediately nodded.

"Yes! It's those charlatans!"

Thorin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Grom calm down, and said:

"Your Excellency, you have absolutely no need to worry about this."

"Orcs live off their reputation; it's the foundation of their survival, and no orc would dare to destroy it!"

"If they dare to break the contract, no race will ever employ them again, and their entire race will starve to death."

"They would never ruin their own reputation!"

Grom nodded: "That's right!"

After listening, Lin Mo nodded thoughtfully.

He stood up and bowed slightly to Grom.

"I apologize, Chief Grom. I was unaware of the situation. I apologize for my earlier doubts."

Seeing this, the last trace of anger on Grom's face vanished.

"fine."

Lin Mo sat down again and said:

"I have a question, but I'm not sure if it's convenient to ask?"

Seeing that the other party nodded, he asked the question.

"The fact that you can rent out seventh-tier combat power shows that seventh-tier combat power is not rare in your tribe."

"Then why were you the most... in the fight against the demons?"

Lin Mo paused, then thought of a less hurtful way to phrase it.

"Who suffers the most loss?"

Upon hearing this, Grom's eyes darkened, and he was somewhat at a loss for words.

Seeing this, Thorin waved his short hand and said in a carefree manner:

"Well, we dwarves see this clearly, for two reasons."

"First, they have many tribes, their culture is relatively backward, and the strength of the tribes is roughly the same, so they can't work together on many things."

"There's another point, which stems from the contract."

Lin Mo understood the first point very well. It's like a hand; when you clench your fist, you have the greatest power.

If everyone had their own ideas and could only fight with their fingers, their strength would definitely be vastly different.

Putting aside everything else, how many times in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty has there been instances where disunity among the people led to complete defeat?

In addition, the orc culture was relatively backward, and they did not have the ability to clear large areas with magic. They only knew how to use brute force to fight against the demons, which was inefficient.

Thorin said that the contract had led the orcs to the point of wanting to surrender, which was something he hadn't expected, and he immediately pressed for an answer:

"Is it also related to the contract?"

Thorin stroked his beard.

"That's right!"

"The continent of Terra has been invaded by the demon race for nearly two hundred years, and other races have rented many orc warriors."

"Because they were so devoted to the contract, these orcs couldn't return to help when the tribe was attacked by the demons..."

He shrugged after he finished speaking, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Lin Mo suddenly realized,

"So that's how it is."

"It's true that the spirit of contracts can make or break a company."

"No wonder you said earlier that it was impossible for orcs to desert in the face of battle; now I believe you."

Grom was unsure whether to be proud or discouraged; his expression was quite complicated.

Seeing the somewhat subdued atmosphere, Lin Mo smiled and changed the subject:

"In that case, let us show you the contents of the list."

He looked at Zhao Gang.

"Brother Zhao, please have a copy printed out for the two of you from the price list of the weapons and equipment we have prepared."

"it is good."

Zhao Gang walked to the computer next to him and operated it for a few minutes.

In one corner of the room, a square-shaped machine emitted a slight "humming" sound, and a beam of light swept back and forth inside.

Thorin and Grom stared wide-eyed in curiosity at the "magic box" they had never seen before.

Soon, a sheet of paper filled with Terran common language slid slowly out of the machine's opening.

Zhao Gang picked up the paper and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo pushed the list to the center of the table.

"Please take a look, this is our first batch of equipment available for trade and their corresponding prices."

The list was thin, just a few sheets of paper.

But when Thorin and Grom got closer, they felt the paper was incredibly heavy.

On the paper, everything is illustrated with pictures and text.

It includes rifles, machine guns, grenades, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, anti-aircraft rocket launchers, mortars, drones, grenade launchers, tanks, Mengshi (a type of armored vehicle), infantry fighting vehicles, self-propelled howitzers, rocket vehicles, and the self-propelled close-in weapon system, LD-2000...

There are also various sizes of matching bullets, shells, rockets, diesel fuel, maintenance tools, and other supplies.

Grom's gaze was instantly drawn to the drawing of a lump of iron at the very top.

The thing was called a "tank," and he struggled to read the description, since even with a translation, there were many word combinations that didn't exist on Terra.

But he could roughly understand the terms "heavy armor," "main gun," and "vehicle-mounted machine gun."

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Isn't this thing just a war monster that can run on its own and spew out storms of steel?

Look down again.

"Rifle", "machine gun", "hand grenade", "sniper rifle"...

Grom's breathing gradually became heavy.

He seemed to see his own people, no longer needing to use their flesh and blood to fight against the demons' claws and shells, but instead hiding in the distance and pulling a trigger to tear their enemies to shreds.

When he saw the "rocket launcher" and the "mortar," his eyes widened like saucers.

Both of these weapons are described in their descriptions of their lethality.

He automatically calculated which level of orc warrior's punch would have such power.

The answer is fifth order, or even sixth order!

And these weapons can keep firing as long as there is enough ammunition!

"Gulp."

A drop of crystal-clear liquid fell from the corner of his mouth and landed on the table with a soft "tap".

He was completely unaware of it until his gaze swept over the larger and more menacing war machines such as "self-propelled howitzers" and "rocket vehicles," at which point his saliva was already flowing like a string.

"Hey buddy! Watch your drool!"

Thorin gave him a shove with a look of disgust.

Grom then seemed to snap out of his daze, quickly raised his rough hand, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and cleaned the table.

Thorin appeared much calmer, but the slight trembling of his beard betrayed his inner turmoil.

There are so many steel artifacts; each one could keep the dwarf masters busy studying them for a long time.

He could already see his people waving hammers, trying to disassemble and replicate these weapons.

His gaze then swept quickly across the list, lingering particularly long on the line for "Self-propelled close-in weapon LD-2000".

The description of that thing is that it is specifically designed to counter aerial units, such as... the Winged Demons and Gargoyles of the Demon race.

These flying scum are the biggest headache for the dwarves!

Of course, there's also the steel behemoth that Thorin craved the most—the tank!