Bart felt that he had done his best.

He was an orc with a seventh-level strength, but these master mages from the southern continent didn't take him seriously at all, and even regarded his politeness and humility as cowardice.

Looking at those eyes filled with arrogance and contempt, Bart's eyes became colder and colder, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing bright red gums.

Anyone who knows him knows this.

This is a sign that he is about to become angry.

"I'm afraid I can't agree to your request." Bart shook his head and pushed the handle of the giant ax with his right hand. The whole ax rotated half a circle and stopped sideways in the middle of the road.

No coercive measures were taken, this was his last concession.

If these mages from the Southern Continent were allowed to leave in a big way now, not only would the Orc King's face be disgraced, but he, the warlord, would also fall into a position of being ridiculed.

Moreover, what if the thief is among these magicians?

He just regarded the words of the young mage in front of him as farts.

"It seems that you are determined to be the enemy of our Southern Continent Mage Alliance?" The arrogant young mage was not to be outdone.

He is the leader of this team.

Now that Bart refused him without hesitation, his face was dull and his heart was upset.

"You cannot represent the Mage Alliance." Bart said.

"Furthermore, I believe that even if the Mage Alliance learns about what happened to Cyclone Dune, they will support me in investigating this matter."

The smell of gunpowder in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

The eyes of Mr. Moyu Hunben are also getting brighter and brighter.

Fight, fight!

He shouted in his heart, wishing that the mage from the southern continent had a bloody fight with the two orcs.

As long as they fight, he will have a chance to lead Claudia and his soldiers out of the whirlwind dunes.

It's just that the idea is very rich, but the reality is very skinny.

Although the smell of gunpowder was very strong and both sides wanted to chop off each other's flesh, there was no fight in the end.

The young nobleman compromised.

He took off his space ring and threw it on the ground.

"Don't you like checking? Check it for you."

His tone was still arrogant, like he was giving alms to beggars on the street.

Such behavior is undoubtedly very impolite.

But Bart didn't care.

He may be older than the grandfather of this young human nobleman. There is no point in wasting time on such trivial matters.

After pouting, the orc infantry beside him understood and immediately knelt down to pick up the space ring.

It held the space ring and came to Bart's side to ask Bart to take a look.

Although Bart's professional position is that of a warrior, he actually knows some magic, at least he can communicate with the magical elements in the air.

Moreover, this ring has actually been untied. He only needs to inject magic power into it to see what is inside the ring.

Looking left and right, there is indeed no Poseidon Tears.

But there are some lace-edged clothes, stringed glass balls, black eye masks, etc. piled up in chaos. Bart doesn't know what these clothes are used for, and various styles account for almost one-third of the space ring.

One space.

"Have you finished reading?" The young nobleman frowned, his fair and handsome face turned red, and he looked a little angry.

As a curious orc.

Bart wanted to ask what the uses of these weird objects were, but his keen sixth sense told him that if he didn't want to anger the human mage in front of him, then keep his mouth shut and don't ask anything.

Everyone has their own interests and hobbies.

Bart feels that he should respect other people's hobbies.

"There is indeed no lost cargo in your space ring."

Bart ordered the soldiers to return the ring to the young mage. The mage snorted, roughly took the space ring back, and put it on his finger again.

"You also take off the space rings on your hands and let this powerful orc warlord check it out." The young mage turned his head and informed his subordinates in a strange voice.

These magicians also followed suit.

Suddenly, dozens more space rings appeared on the ground in front of them, shining with faint magical light in the sunlight.

Bart looked at the dazzling array of space rings and couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the wealth of the mage in the southern continent.

The materials of these space rings are all Eastman alloy.

This alloy is one of the best materials for making space rings.

It is much more expensive than the magic core of the space system.

But there is a reason why it is expensive.

A space ring made of Eastman alloy has a larger space and is more stable than a space ring made of a space magic core of the same quality.

Rings are all about being small and convenient.

There is no way that in order to save money and ensure the capacity of the space ring, just inlaid a space magic core the size of a pigeon egg on the ring, right?

Space rings on the market are generally synthesized using space magic core and Eastman alloy.

The overall weight is neither light nor heavy, and it is not a burden to wear on your hand when you go out occasionally. The more advanced ones are these pure Ister alloy space rings.

At first, Bart thought that only young mages had such space rings, but he never thought that these magicians were all wealthy.

[Sooner or later, the rich southern continent will be flattened! 】

Such thoughts emerged in Bart's mind.

Glory belongs to the orcs, and the resource-rich land should also belong to a race as powerful as the orcs!

Forcibly suppressing the whimsical thoughts in his heart, Bart began to carefully check the situation in these space rings.

Dozens of space rings cannot be turned over so quickly.

Sometimes Bart even needs to catch his breath and regain his magic power.

People around were watching curiously.

Unfortunately, they couldn't see what was in the space ring at all, so they could only make some guesses from Bart's changing expression.

For a long time, the true gentleman who was trying to find a way out of the crowd squeezed in the crowd, and finally came to a location close to Bart, which was also the center of the entire crowd.

At this moment, the stupid orc is still looking for the space ring.

Orcs seem to be very persistent in what they do.

Just like Bart at this moment.

He repeated mechanical movements.

I never tire of admiring these gadgets that the magicians carry with them.

The true gentleman who is trying to make a fool of himself knows that he cannot continue like this.

It was impossible for Bart to find the goods from these magicians, even if he dug three feet into the ground.

But the orc warlord has determined that the goods were stolen by mages, so after searching these mages, sooner or later it will be Claudia and the Star Mages' turn.

Now the identities of Claudia and the Star Mage cannot withstand scrutiny.

They entered Cyclone Dune as a caravan, but actually did not conduct any commercial activities. There must be Bart's spy in Cyclone Dune, and they would be able to find out something was wrong with just a quick check.

When Bart suspects them, he will definitely conduct an in-depth investigation.

Who would believe that a group of people pretending to be a caravan entered the cyclone sand dunes and were not looking for trouble?
Chapter completed!