Chapter 378: Open Bull Tau Area, price difference, delivered to your door
Since he transformed into the Minotaur, Moriarty naturally had to enter the underground city from the Minotaur side. At this time, Cleveland was celebrating its 300th birthday, and many Minotaur tribes came to celebrate, so there were strange faces everywhere. Moriarty
"This cow" had no chance of being discovered to be abnormal.
As soon as you cross the lava river, you will see a huge and open city block in front of you.
There are actually no city walls or towers outside the block, but all the buildings inside are made of huge stones, which are extremely solid. Moreover, the roads in the area are winding, lined with paths, and the corners are hidden. Once outsiders walk in, they will really feel like they are there.
Illusion in the maze.
Maybe this is the tauren's alternative defense system. Anyway, the buildings on both sides of the street are solid, not afraid of fire and flooding, and can withstand strong attacks. At the same time, the geographical complexity of the area makes it easy to defend but difficult to attack, so even if there is a blind person who really dares to attack.
Entering, I am afraid that I will be immediately hit by multiple blows from all directions, but I can't even find a direction to counterattack.
At this moment, the vast tauren area was already filled with "birthday-wishing troops" from different regions. There were half a thousand tauren from different tribes, with different totem symbols, and different costumes. After a rough sweep, there were already half a thousand.
And such a large gathering of Minotaurs is really a terrifying force. If Lord Cleveland took this opportunity to raise his troops and directly attack the dark elves and beholders in the other two places, at least from a non-yakuza level, it would be
It's enough to sweep away the other two tribes.
Moriarty and Pocos shuttled among the many tauren, feeling excitement and excitement all around. After all, celebrating the 300th birthday of a powerful master of his own race. Such an event is both a great honor and a great honor.
The display of strength and power makes people intoxicated and almost crazy. In fact, many young tauren from the tribe performed majestic celebratory dances in the street, or vented their excitement in relatively "quiet" wrestling matches.
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After just wandering around the Niutou District for a while, Moriarty asked for directions and headed towards the central free zone of "Dark Neon Color". This was a good place for him to inquire about information and familiarize himself with the situation in the underground city. Otherwise, he would have been there all the time.
Trapped in a pile of bull heads, although there is no risk of being discovered as a Xibei in appearance, if we really have something to communicate with, I am afraid that a few words will reveal the truth. Naturally, it is better to stay away.
After passing through a series of narrow and wide streets, and passing through a pass heavily guarded by tauren, Moriarty finally arrived at the Free Zone.
Different from the tauren gathering area just now, the buildings in the free zone are far less majestic. However, they are more colorful and full of different ethnic customs.
And it seems to have been affected by the good news about the large gathering of tauren. During this period, there were also a lot of "Dark Neon Color" caravans coming from other places. On both sides of the road in the free zone were people from various Negon ethnic groups.
Merchants were selling goods. There were even some direct shops opened by dark elves, beholders, and tauren doing a lot of business, but there was no scandal involving the use of force or forceful buying and selling.
Seeing this, Moriarty couldn't help but nodded secretly.
Ethnic disputes or battlefield battles are one thing. But commercial trade is another matter. No matter what, the superficial fairness and justice must be protected, otherwise no one will be willing to play with you. And once the business flow is interrupted
, then a certain underground city is equivalent to being trapped in a state of isolation. Even if it can be self-sufficient, it will gradually lack the potential and vitality for development until it is completely eliminated.
As a "tourist" and an alchemist, Moriarty is of course very interested in all kinds of underground world specialties in the free zone. Moreover, he has a good servant named Bokos beside him, who can ask and learn at any time.
After just a quick glance at a quarter of the trade area, Moriarty had to sigh at the low prices in the Negon world. Especially the prices of metal products and arms were almost like "cabbage".
Take a universal steel knight armor as an example. The price on the ground is equivalent to a small manor, or more than 5,000 Erathian gold coins; but in the free zone, it is only worth 2,000 gold coins. Or, a handle
A thousand-tempered stainless steel sword can be sold for at least one hundred Brakada gold coins in Brakada, but here it is only equivalent to forty gold coins.
All of this gave Moriarty the illusion that there were unlimited business opportunities and countless advantages to take advantage of.
But it makes sense if you think about it.
Negong is located deep underground, and it is relatively easy to mine minerals. Molten iron juice will even automatically emerge from the magma pools in many places. The indigenous people can directly use it for weapon casting as long as they collect it.
The cost is so cheap that it almost only counts labor.
Therefore, in addition to gold, which is as rare as the surface of the earth, the price of bulk metals such as steel, copper and lead in Negon is indeed much lower than that on the ground. And this is why before the end of the ice, every time in Negon
When an army appears on the surface, the natives on the ground will feel jealous and resentful. Because the opponent's equipment is so good that even a big soldier can wear it through the armor. And then imagine, already strong and tall, with combat prowess
The powerful tauren is also covered in a despairingly thick copper and iron armor. No matter who fights with it, it will make anyone angry and curse.
After passing a few shops, Moriarty stopped in front of a caravan that sold various mineral materials.
Compared with the fine products I saw in Zulob's warehouse before, the goods sold by this caravan are inevitably inferior. However, some of the materials have not been seen in the furnace tribe, and most of them have been rough processed.
, and the quantity of goods was sufficient. So, after some discussions with the caravan leader, Moriarty invested enough money to purchase a batch of relatively precious goods.
When paying money, Moriarty still used gold nuggets that were melted and re-cast from surface gold coins. Although the gold nuggets looked ordinary, they were full of weight and of high purity, which made the caravan leader very satisfied.
.We even agreed with the other party that if he comes back again in a few days, the caravan can prepare some special goodies in advance for him to choose from.
Moriarty naturally agreed with a smile.
After completing the first transaction, Moriarty left with the caveman and prepared to walk around to other parts of the free trade zone. However, before they could take a few steps, the two of them were inexplicably stopped again.
"I suspect that you are a spy sent from other dungeons, so I want to search you."
A dark elf suddenly stood in front of Moriarty. At the same time, there were some hawks and underground dwarves following him, and they vaguely surrounded him. It seems that the dark elf's level is about a sixth-level warrior, and the eagle
There are also two or three mid-levels among the body and dwarves, and overall they seem to be quite strong.
When they saw Moriarty being intercepted for no apparent reason, the other merchants around him looked like they were used to watching a show, as if such things happened every day.
"Who are you?" Moriarty said solemnly, looking at the Negon natives who appeared to be in plain clothes.
"You don't have to worry about this, just accept the inspection obediently. Otherwise, hum!"
The dark elf looked unkind, and even put one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The surrounding accomplices were also eager to try, and it seemed that they would pounce in groups as soon as they waited for some kind of signal.
"Master, they may be the city tyrants here." At this time, Pokos whispered beside Moriarty, while holding the "+1 piercing" dagger in his hand.
"Shi-ba? That's it."
It seems that no matter which world you are in, villains who dominate the city are inevitable. Moriarty looked at the dark elves opposite, and then at himself, and seemed to have some understanding.
It seems that the tauren appearance after his transformation is too thin, which is far different from the burly and strong strength of ordinary totem warriors. Moreover, he is alone here and has just traded a lot of money, so in the eyes of these local snakes, he can be regarded as the best.
"Fat Sheep". Of course, these rabble-rousers would not dare to kill a cow head in public in a free zone. The most likely intention is to take away the property by force.
"It seems that the dark elves are not without junk." Moriarty suddenly smiled and said.
"What did you say!?"
The dark elf opposite immediately became furious and was about to take action directly. However, he saw the calf head opposite suddenly pull out a wand and point it towards him.
"Boom!"
A thunderbolt of lightning fell immediately, hitting the head of the dark elf. Unprepared, he was directly injured by the power of magic lightning, and his whole body was paralyzed and trembling. At the same time, another figure jumped out quickly, like a cannonball.
He rushed into the arms of the dark elf. Then there were three flashes of cold light, and three deep blood holes were stabbed in the elf's belly, and a large amount of blood and even intestinal juice began to pop out.
And until Pokos retreated to Moriarty's side, the dark elf cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The surrounding harpies and underground dwarves had not yet recovered from their stunned state.
At this time, Moriarty slowly stepped forward, bent down, put one hand on the neck of the painfully twisted dark elf, and lifted it straight out of the air, as if holding a dying chicken.
"Do you still want to check?" Moriarty smiled, scanning the surrounding eagles and underground dwarves, and said harmoniously.
Immediately, all the other local snakes turned around and fled, not even daring to leave a single word behind.
Just kidding, the other party directly releases a second-level attack spell. Such a magician must be at least mid-level or above, or carry a powerful enchanting item. And these city tyrants usually bully foreign merchants who place orders, but they really encounter hard ideas.
, did not have the courage to confront it, and were even more worried that it would attract other forces behind the opponent, so they had to run away in panic. As for the half-dead elf caught in the opponent's hands, no one would care about his life or death, and some would even hope
It is killed to achieve its own superiority.
"Let's go and talk."
After clearing the place in an instant, Moriarty retracted his smile, looked at the dark elf in his hand, whose breath was disordered and whose vitality was greatly reduced, and then walked away to an alley with Bokosi. The merchants watching the excitement around him saw
There was nothing to watch, so I started to concentrate on my own business. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
