The arms trade in the Black Iron Commercial District has a long history, and when the commercial area was first established, the daring goblin merchants provided weapons to the mountain people of Red Ridge Mountain to exterminate the gnolls, fishmen, and dangerous beasts in the mountains.

That was the starting point of the arms trade.

In an age when humans and the undead are at odds with each other, the Darkblade Legion's armament orders are absorbed within the Black Iron Zone, and in times of war, there are not enough bullets and shells, but after the pace of war slows down a little, the arms dealers who have made a fortune will have to find new markets.

As the saying goes, an arms dealer who can't sell weapons to the empire to attack his own country is not a good arms dealer, so on the third day after the end of the war, a black iron merchant submitted a proposal to the Chamber of Commerce on foreign arms trade, and then after a few days of tandem, almost all the famous arms dealers joined the proposal.

Public opinion is surging, and the normal commercial circulation within the business district does need to open new markets again, otherwise the prosperous and developing commercial system will inevitably suffer a certain decline, which is not only unbearable for the big businessmen, but also for the Defia Federal Parliament, you know, the current federal low tax policy is supported by its own commercial prosperity.

Eventually, the Governor of the Black Iron District, Myra. Dawnblade agrees to this crazy sounding initiative, but the arms business is different from other businesses after all, and on the one hand, the Black Iron District has finally established a strict vetting and export system.

First of all, orders for takeaway arms are subject to the payment of profits to the Chamber of Commerce.

Second, at the technical level, the arms sold must maintain a generation gap with the equipment in service with the Dark Blade, and generally speaking, at present, not a single wisp of military weapons is allowed to be sold.

In the end, you can only sell products, not technology.

Under the silent gaze of the Great Lord, those who want to challenge the rules will not only risk the destruction of their families, but also the danger of their souls, and any merchant who wants to engage in the arms trade must sign this clause.

And under this arms export policy, there is also hidden ambition about the transformation of the existing commercial civilization of Azeroth, of course, the merchants who only care about making money are not aware of these deep things.

"Aha! I knew I couldn't relax for a moment with you idiots! ”

Escorted by the Stormgard guards, Blackcord walked into the parlor with a swagger, staring viciously at Owersbuck in front of him, and he screamed:

"You guys are malicious competition! I'm going to complain to the Chamber of Commerce about you! Bastard! ”

"That only shows that your intelligence is too backward, Hesuo! Don't scare me with complaints... I have all that black material of yours in my hands. ”

Not to be outdone, the white-bearded dwarf slapped one hand on the table, blew his beard and glared at the goblin opposite, and he shouted:

"Last time you sent a commercial spy to steal the results of my lab's research, I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

"Each other, each other!"

Black Suo gritted his teeth, and his eyes shone with a touch of cunning:

"What's the name of that dwarf I sent to prison? Smok? Isn't that thief who stole into my office disguised as a goblin sent by you? ”

"All right, gentlemen!"

Garin had no intention of watching the two little rookies peck at each other, he stretched out his hands to signal the two sides to be quiet, and he coughed lightly:

"Two representatives of different forces have come to do business with us, so let's be honest about some... Let's take a look at the products first! How is it? ”

"Bang"

Owerthback snapped his fingers, and the human bodyguard behind him placed the dwarf's heavy box on the table, this mechanical box was also a black technology, only the size of a human body, but after it was opened, it was packed with at least 7 layers on top of each other, and each layer contained a sample of a weapon.

In the shrill voice characteristic of the gnome, a pistol that shone with a cold light was placed in front of King Garin:

"The "Knight" talisman revolver, which uses 7MM cone-head bullets, 6 rounds of the standard type, 10 rounds of the reinforced type, has an effective range of 30 meters, a maximum range of 120 meters, a fool's operation, as long as it is not an idiot, even the disabled can use it, this thing is the most widely distributed civilian talisman weapon in the Federal District, yes, it is the scientific and technological crystallization of dwarf engineering."

"Huh?"

King Garin ignored the gnome's boastful introduction, he picked up the slightly heavy pistol, and under the gnome's guidance, loaded a nest, and then aimed it at the wall behind him, and shot the bullet with a thud, and after the trial, the king frowned and placed the pistol emitting smoke on the table.

"Well, it's really easy to use, and it's already a good talisman for untrained civilians, but the problem is, Mr. Dwarf, I need a real weapon!"

Garin accentuated his voice:

"Really, lethal weapons! Instead of this toy, it is no more powerful than the muskets that my soldiers now use ...

"But it's cheaper, my majesty."

Garin's retort was interrupted by the gnome, who screamed loudly:

"I know what the price of the weapons sold to you by the Hot Sand Consortium, those black-hearted bastards, an old-fashioned musket without rifling dares to sell it for 15 gold coins, and the bullets have to be counted separately, it's just a bunch of vampires, Your Majesty, do you know how much my finely crafted pistol costs?"

Garin did not answer, but it was clear that he was waiting for an answer.

"10 gold coins! And each gun comes with 30 rounds of ammunition... Besides, my majesty, you have to understand one thing, in today's situation, it is not possible to only issue weapons to soldiers, in the time of pioneering, soldiers can not protect your people all day, this is the advanced pioneer experience of our Federation, every civilian who has the ability to work, should have his own protective weapon! ”

The gnome waved his hands and said to the king:

"Your people must learn to protect themselves, and the people should take the initiative to relieve the pressure on the country's defense, my majesty."

"The world is dangerous, Your Majesty Garin."

Even Hei Suo, who looked down on each other with the dwarfs, helped at this time, and said in the tone of a qualified arms dealer:

"In the Federal District, according to our statistics, one out of every 10 people has a weapon for self-defense, so the point of us peace-loving businessmen is that we have to equip the remaining nine people with enough weapons to protect themselves... The same applies to you and your people, so allow me to introduce you to Hessotech's products! ”

As he spoke, Hesso motioned to the troll behind him to take out his chest, from which he took out a silver shotgun and placed it in front of the king:

"A gnome's pistol can only be used against weak creatures like the Fish-Man, while our Boar Guard Musket can knock off a gnoll or centaur in the head with a single shot at a distance of 30 meters! It's easy to assemble, requires only simple training, can be used by even a 10-year-old, and best of all, it's just as cheap..."

The goblin stretched out two fingers and flicked them in the air:

"It's 2 levels more advanced than the old musket of the Hot Sand Foundation, and it's only 5 gold coins more expensive, and if you buy more than 500 at a time, we'll get 100,000 rounds of ammunition! With this thing, centaur? Hey... Sooner or later, they'll be skinned and cramped by you! ”

"Yes, yes, Hesso has a point."

The dwarf gave an uncharacteristically appreciative word, but then he took out a black firearm that Garin was familiar with and placed it on the table:

"But centaurs don't stay where you want to shoot its head, they run, and they run fast, so at this point, Your Majesty, your army needs more powerful semi-automatic weapons... That's all you need! ”

The dwarf arms dealer's face glowed with a divine light, as if he were holding not a weapon that opened a human skull, but a Bible.

"The "Black Lion" shotgun, 15mm caliber, standard type with 15 rounds, one shot can kill a saber-toothed tiger, and the best thing is that it can shoot 3 rounds per second, this is the ultimate meaning of the weapon, this is the executor of the end of the world, the whipper of the battlefield, the destroyer of the enemy... With it, not to mention the fragile centaur, even the ogre you encountered before will be easily opened by you... Yes, that's what you really need. ”

Garin was interested, he took the black firearm, fiddled with it for a few seconds, and then looked up at the dwarf:

"I've heard that you have a shotgun called the Kraken over there? ”

"Uh, this..."

The dwarf's expression froze, of course he knew about the Kraken Shotgun, in fact, it was designed by him and Hesso, but the problem was that the weapon rationed to the Death Lord was definitely not sold, it was already a prohibited item.

And the silence of the gnome gave the goblins room to play, and Hei Suo laughed:

"Please don't embarrass the poor gnome, the Kraken Shotgun doesn't have a dedicated assembly line, every one of them is handmade by a master, but if you've ever seen the Siren firing, then the so-called "Black Lion" is meaningless, but luckily I have a replacement for the Kraken here! ”

"Bang"

At Black Rope's motion, the troll guard placed the heavy firearm on his back on the table, which was a real heavy weapon, and even made the wooden table shake a little when placed on the table.

It was similar to the steam repeater carried by the Minotaurs, but its shape inherited the usual simplicity of the Black Iron Arms, and it was more like a new product than any musket Garin had ever seen.

And when Hesuo took this thing out, the dwarf's eyes widened, and he frantically gave the goblins a look, and the meaning was obvious:

"You're crazy, Hesuo, fully automatic weapons can't be sold, don't pull me if you want to die!"

And Hei Suo gave the dwarf a "reassuring" look:

"Don't be stupid, I haven't lived enough, this thing is a downgraded version..."

In short, the two guys spat lotus flowers, and a frenzied sales pitch and flickering, made King Garin buzz like two flies rushing into his head, and gave him a headache.

And at dusk, when the arms dealers' display was finally over, and the goblins and gnomes were talking dry, and under their eager gaze, Garin shook his head, and he stood up, looking at the various weapons on the table before him, and the young king and his attendants discussed for a moment, and finally made a final decision.

"These things..."

"I'm going to do it all! 5,000 civilian weapons each, 20,000 military weapons, these kinds of bombs... Send two ships first, as a long-term partner... Two, re-open the offer."

Well, the young king, who tricked the pirates into loading up all the money accumulated in the entire treasury for hundreds of years, was so willful, anyway, in his opinion, this business was a sure thing, and the weapons that the two arms dealers took out in front of him were obviously much more useful than those old-fashioned muskets of the Hot Sand Consortium, and what the dwarf said was right, in the long period of development that followed, his people really needed to protect themselves.

On the other hand, the king clearly had his own intentions ... All kinds of weapons are bought first, maybe their craftsmen can copy them?

That night, in the guest room provided by New Riptide Castle, the gnome and the leader of the goblins appeared strangely in the same room, and the two guys, who had not looked at each other well from the beginning, were holding a glass of wine, and after clinking glasses, the goblins took the initiative to speak:

"You can also see that the problem of competing with the two at the same time is here, we could have sold it more expensive, so, next, let's divide the market, everyone is a businessman in the Black Iron District, there is no need to fight first."

"Would you be so kind?"

The dwarf looked at Hesso suspiciously, who was silent for a few minutes, and then placed a letter on the table:

"The trade prince of the hot sand consortium asked me to meet... In the goblin style, a trade war between me and him is about to start, and I have to find myself a trusted ally, Kalimdor is their business market, and if several consortia join forces against me, I am no match for them. ”

As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in Heisuo's eyes:

"This is not the Black Iron District, the competition here is often against the merchants themselves, you naïve gnomes can't think of any tricks that those trade princes will play, especially in the arms business, if there is a war between arms dealers, it will be endless."

"I'll go to the Flash Plains, the Thousand Needles Stone Forest and the Orcs are left to you, anyway, we are not professional arms dealers, we are just here to make a fortune and leave."

Owarthback took a sip of wine, and the short dwarf spoke:

"Busy rejoicing first, I have one thing for you to help me, those gnomes, gnomes mixed with the human race, help me bring them out and bring them back to Nomorigen, the war of the human race, can no longer let the gnomes bleed..."

"Yes!"

Hei Suo readily agreed, but he made his own request again:

"Lend me a few dwarf production lines, anyway, you are going to upgrade the assembly line recently, and the ones that are vacant will be rented to me, a month, and they will be returned to you in a month."

"What do you want that thing for?"

"Fool, of course make more bombs... I'm going to blow up the sight-swaying city of Thorntooth completely! Announce to the big businessmen who drove me away back then... I, Hesso... I am back! What they owed me back at the beginning, I want to get it back, piece by piece! ”