After getting up and trying his hand, Yang Ling found that his strength and magic had advanced another level, possessing astonishing explosive power. Suddenly accelerating, his speed was not inferior to the un-upgraded Angle Beast, leaving the elves in awe.

  Look at the horned beast that has evolved to the size of a fist, carefully feeling the changes in the internal witchcraft power, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh that the spiritual person's life spring water is indeed a good treasure, better than swallowing several magic beast blood beads.

  "How can we get this ancient summoner to stay and help us for a long time?" Now, the human slave-catching teams are getting more and more rampant, and the tribe's beautiful-looking people are often their primary targets, making the Elf elder worry.

  Just as the elder spirit was deep in thought, a spirit with a purple sandalwood long arrow on his back rushed in, "Elder, the dwarf tribe is visiting with a large number of weapons!"

  "Good, great, come on and have some!"

  The elder's voice had just fallen when a commotion came from outside. "Elder, we're dying of thirst! Quickly bring out several jars of Langmu wine!"

  After throwing the package on his back to the ground, a black-faced dwarf less than Yang Ling's chest high swaggered in and sat down with a plop on a pale green bamboo chair.

  Although he was not tall, the black-faced dwarf's muscles were extremely developed, and his forearms were thicker than Sophia's thighs. He lay on the bamboo chair, still restless, constantly moving his watermelon-like buttocks, pressing the bamboo chair to make a 'creaking' sound, making Yang Ling worry that the bamboo chair would be crushed into pieces at any moment.

  "Sophia, poor me and my kin have been walking on these mountain roads for a whole day, can't you spare two cups of rum to wet our throats?" The dwarf looked at Sophia with feigned pitifulness, "Really, if not, one cup would do, I haven't had a taste of liquor in a whole month. Heaven, how miserable I am!"

  "Alright, Rumil, you drunkard, all day long you only know how to drink, be careful or you'll drown your tongue! " Sophia said as she poured a cup of the exquisite rum for the dwarf and then filled Yang Ling's cup to the brim.

  After downing the Langmuir in one gulp, he saw a full cup of fine wine placed in front of Yang Ling. The dwarf was not satisfied, "Sophia, it's not fair! You poured a large cup of fine wine for your big lover, but I only have this little bit, not even enough to moisten my throat, give me another cup!"

  Great lover?

  When the dwarf Rumi said this, Sophia couldn't help but feel both ashamed and angry, so she fiercely pinched Rumi's dirty earlobe before floating away. As she was about to leave, she quietly turned her head back to glance at Yang Ling, who seemed nonchalant, with a bright red face.

  "Come on, Rumi brothers, I'll treat you to a drink!"

  The dwarf picked up the wine jug and drank the last drop with difficulty. Yang Ling smiled and handed over the Langmu wine in front of him.

  The dwarf was also straightforward, Zhu Bajie drank a large cup of rum in one gulp, just like eating ginseng fruit. After belching, he gave Yang Ling a thumbs up, "Brother, well done! Next time I'll treat you to a drink, and we'll have a big barrel of wine!"

  "You little scamp, still the same as ever. Rumie, what has your father brought you this time? Open it up and let's take a look!" Seeing the dwarf's intoxication and incoherent speech, the elven elder smiled benevolently.

  After patting the back of his head, the dwarf finally remembered what was important and loudly ordered his tribesmen to open all the packages for the elder's inspection.

  Yang Ling took a rough look and found that apart from a small number of swords, most were iron helmets and bows and arrows.

  He picked up the long sword and felt it was a bit lighter than he expected. With a swing, it cut down a branch as thick as a bowl with a smooth break, looking quite sharp. He tapped the sword a few times and listened to the clear "ting" sound, understanding that the sword's hardness and toughness were not bad, at least better than his kitchen knife for cutting meat.

  Yang Ling majored in electronics, but was arranged by the school to intern at a hardware factory. Who knows what those old fogies at school were thinking? However, after more than a month of internship, if nothing else, he could roughly distinguish the hardness and toughness of steel materials. Unexpectedly, on this primitive continent, he encountered such high-quality steel, and was full of interest in the dwarves' iron ore mining and smelting methods.

  "Brother, take whichever weapon you like, just treat me to a few drinks later!" Dwarf Rumi patted Yang Ling's shoulder generously, leaving a distinct black mark on his white outer garment. However, if he knew that Yang Ling was comparing the weapons he had painstakingly crafted with roadside knives that cost ten bucks each, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood immediately.

  Without batting an eye at Rumi's harassment, Yang Ling lightly tapped the long sword, "How much of this iron ore do you have left? Sell some to me, how about it?"

  Through the memory of the horned wasp beast, Yang Ling understood that these iron ore could serve as their food. The teeth of the horned wasp beast were extremely sharp, and they could bite through not only stones but also iron blocks. After swallowing various metals, their scales would become even harder.

  Although he didn't understand how he had inexplicably arrived in this forest, Yang Ling understood that to survive in this primitive jungle where the strong preyed on the weak, apart from diligently cultivating the mysterious Shamanic Decree, his greatest reliance was on domesticating the Hornet Beasts. Enhancing their abilities would be equivalent to increasing his own chances of survival.

  "What, you just want iron ore?" The dwarf shouted in a loud voice, many people scrambled to buy the weapons made by their own tribe, but buying iron ore directly, he had never heard of it before. "Brother, you won't take the iron ore onto the battlefield and smash city walls like a cave giant, will you?"

  Staring at Yang Ling for half a day, seeing that he was not joking, Roumi couldn't help but frown. It wasn't that he didn't want to sell the iron ore, but rather he really didn't know what price to quote. If the price was too high, it would be embarrassing to mention, after all, the other party seemed familiar with Sophia, and one had to consider the face of both the monk and the Buddha; if the price was too low, it would also be difficult to explain to his clansmen when he returned.

  Seeing Lumi's dilemma, Yang Ling quickly understood the situation with a few words and smiled mysteriously. He then pulled out the twenty or so magic beast crystal cores he had obtained over the past few days. "This is the down payment. Of course, if you're willing, I can also exchange them for fine wine with you after some time has passed!"

  The resources of this forest are really too rich, the clear and sweet mountain spring water, the sufficient sunshine, the absolutely green natural food... The conditions are unique. Maybe opening a winery here is not a bad idea, just that clear mountain spring water is better than any famous mineral water on earth.

  After a few words of courtesy, under the support of the elder sprite, Yang Ling exchanged twenty-five crystal nuclei and a dozen barrels of Langmu wine for two thousand cubic meters of high-quality iron ore. Even if they didn't go hunting, it was enough to feed the Angle Bee Beast army for half a month.

  He was neither born into a wealthy nor noble family, this is how people judged Yang Ling's background.

  Seeing a large number of mountain dwarves' crafted weapons, ordinary people would be satisfied with just one, but Yang Ling actually only wanted a large amount of iron ore. Either he was crazy or he was an extremely wealthy noble who didn't even look down on ordinary weapons.

  In addition, a low-grade demon core is worth at least several tens of purple crystal coins, enough for an ordinary family of five to live comfortably for several years. Yet Yang Ling actually took out twenty-five cores. Apart from the human nobles from the capital and other places, who has such great wealth?