Chapter 379 Broker, Dark Elves, Eight Preliminaries
After searching the dark elf's pocket, we only found a dozen Negong Jinlang in total, and his weapon was just the most ordinary steel sword. It seems that this guy is just a wandering dark elf warrior in desolation, not a "dark elf".
A local member of "Ni Cai".
He casually threw the gold lang he found to Pocos as pocket money, and Moriarty drew another tube full of blood from the elf's body, then turned and left.
As for the dark elves, they continue to stay in the alleys to fend for themselves.
And when the master and servant walked out of the alley and re-entered the main street of the Free Zone, everything was still as smooth as usual. No nearby shops even paid attention to them, and naturally no one cared about the disappearing darkness.
Where did the elves go?
It seems that the laws of the underground world are universal everywhere. Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, those who rob others will always be robbed, and those who kill will always be killed. It is so simple and clear that everyone abides by it.
"This Lord Minotaur!"
Just as Moriarty was preparing to continue walking around in other areas, suddenly, another underground dwarf approached. However, unlike the previous group of city bullies, this dwarf had a vain smile on his face.
His expression was unusually respectful and cautious. But that's right, Moriarty had just killed a mid-level dark elf warrior in the street, which was enough to make most restless people afraid to start another fight or even approach him casually.
"What's the matter?" He waved the vigilant Pokos away, and Moriarty summoned the underground dwarf to him.
"My lord, have you just arrived at 'Dark Neon Color' not long ago?" The dwarf bent his waist, making him, who was originally short, closer to the ground.
"Yes." Moriarty nodded.
"Your Excellency seems to be interested in purchasing some mineral materials, right?" the dwarf suddenly said.
"Are you following me?" Moriarty looked down at the underground dwarf and said coldly, with a sinister tone.
"Of course I don't dare, of course I don't dare." The underground dwarf quickly clarified: "I just happened to notice your 'righteous deed' of eliminating harm in this area, and I asked about it..."
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Moriarty interrupted directly, seeming to doubt the other party's intention.
"That's right, sir. In a few days, an auction organized by caravans from all over the country will be held in this area. I think there will be a lot of good things at the auction, and there may be something you need."
It turns out that this dwarf is actually a business broker, soliciting customers. Moreover, the financial resources and military force Moriarty showed just now have attracted his attention, and he will soon be listed as a potential financial sponsor.
"Auction?" After hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help but feel moved: "What is the nature of it?"
"Of course it is a regular trade fair, and it has been reported to the three major lords' mansions." The dwarf immediately said: "No one dares to hold any black market auction in 'Dark Neon Color'. Hehe, there are so many pairs of eyes watching.
.No one wants to lose their head just to steal some taxes.”
"Well, that's not bad."
Although an official certification can't mean much, it at least means that the scale and grade of the auction must not be low. Otherwise, there is no need to go to the trouble of notifying the three lords' houses. It should be worth a look.
"Very good. I'm interested in participating," Moriarty said immediately.
"Then please accept this, sir. I look forward to your visit then." After handing a shiny bronze medal to Moriarty's hand, the underground dwarf said goodbye politely and left.
"Let's go too."
After carefully examining the bronze medal, there was only a time and place written on it, and nothing else. Moriarty put it away and continued to lead the caveman forward.
After shopping for a few more hours, Moriarty felt a little tired and stopped wandering. After all, his strength was far inferior to those of master-level shopping experts.
After finding a tavern in the Free Zone, Moriarty and Pocos strolled in.
No different from the wine bars in the surface world, Nigon's tavern was also noisy and full of fish and dragons. As soon as he entered the door of the tavern called "Lava Falls", he saw a tauren fighting with two dark elves.
However, this is just a "drunk entertainment" in a pure sense, and does not involve racial confrontation in a deeper sense. Therefore, there are many other bull heads and dark elves watching and shouting on the sidelines, all shouting with excitement,
He cheered for the few people fighting in the field, but had no intention of helping.
Bypassing the fighting crowd, Moriarty went directly to the bar and asked the bartender behind the counter for a suite. Taverns like this usually double as hotels. So the dark elf bartender just looked up at the strange tauren in front of him and took the suite.
He handed out a house card to the caveman waiter and led Moriarty and Pokos to their rooms.
"Send two set meals, plus a bottle of moss wine. The extra is your tip." He casually took out a newly exchanged nigong gold and handed it to the waiter. Moriarty casually gave instructions.
"Yes, sir." It's rare to see a tauren spend so generously. The waiter quickly thanked him and went down to serve the guests.
Sure enough, it was true to the old saying that "gold can make a dragon grind". In just five minutes, the caveman waiter brought two sets of the highest standards and a bottle of hardcover ribbon wine. And even so, Jin
In fact, Lang's true value has not yet been half realized.
The waiter set the table and was about to leave respectfully. However, Moriarty stopped him and began to ask some questions about "Dark Neon Colors". Naturally, the caveman told everything he knew, and even kept some sensitive questions down.
voice, and answered to the best of his knowledge.
After that, when there were no more inquiries from the guests, the caveman left the room, and the thoughtful Moriarty and Porcos began to eat.
This was Moriarty's first time eating in Negon's underground city. Before, he had only eaten simple "local lunches" in Furnace Hill, but this time he could get a glimpse of Negon's food culture.
Skewered wolf salamander leg tips, baked toadstools on a salt plate, braised underground river fish, and a large pot of rich chowder. In addition, freshly baked wheat scones are also served as the main dish, which is extremely sweet.
"It's really good."
Moriarty tasted the delicacies of the underground world and couldn't help but admire them.
Sure enough, each place has its own unique food culture and concept. Although the food in Negon may not be as exquisite and elegant as the food of the nobles of Erathia, it has a special fragrance and profound taste experience, just like the food in the underground world.
It's so deep and unfathomable.
Pocosi on the side was even more moved to tears when faced with such a dish. In a rural place like the Furnace Plain, you can't encounter such a delicious "delicacy", and you can't even imagine it. This can't help but make the caveman artificial.
I feel very lucky that I decided to follow Moriarty and run away.
After eating, the two of them drank the moss wine and began to rest. After trekking all the way from the small plain, they were actually tired, so they needed to take a good rest.
They slept for more than ten hours before the two of them got up one after another. At this time, the pub downstairs was still bustling with people, but the number of practicing bartenders and waiters had changed again.
After briefly washing up, Moriarty took out the test tube containing the blood of the dark elf, and then put "Baolelei's Feather of Transformation" into it. As if he could drink blood, Black Ling quickly filled the tube.
All the blood was sucked away, leaving nothing behind.
After Moriarty put on the Feather of Transformation, an ordinary-looking dark elf with eyes as deep as the abyss appeared in the room. Similarly, a minute later, Moriarty, who had changed his racial characteristics again, appeared in the room.
When in front of Bokos, the caveman was so shocked that he almost fainted. If it was the power of magic before, then he transformed into a dark elf again. Bokos almost thought that his master belonged to some god.
The incarnation is in the game world.
After the caveman finally recovered from the surprise, Moriarty took it and left the tavern. As for how a dark elf came out of the suite, and where the original tauren went, no one had any idea.
Note that even the waiter who just came in for a new shift didn't know that the occupants of the room had actually been "changed."
After a sufficient rest, Moriarty began a new round of dungeon exploration.
But this time, his primary target was the slave market in the Free Zone. Now, the Feather of Transformation has absorbed the eagle (Lina), caveman (Bokos), tauren (Dada)
The blood of Neon) and dark elves (wandering warriors) can already have at least four transformation effects. However, in order to be more complete and gain more choices, Moriarty still plans to obtain some other races from the slave market.
blood in case of emergency.
Almost at the same time that Moriarty was leaving for the slave market, the preliminaries of the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance" were about to begin in front of the Great Lord's Mansion in the Niutou District.
According to the rules promulgated by the Lord's Mansion, each tribe can send up to two people to participate in the preliminaries, but in the end only eight places can enter the formal martial arts performance, giving them a precious opportunity to show off their martial arts skills in front of the maze guardians. And what is quite special is that,
In the preliminaries, each participant can only play a maximum of three games. The first two games are mutual elimination matches between tribes, while the third game requires a direct challenge to the "Dark Neon Color" Tauren warriors. In other words, some tauren warriors who directly belong to the lord
The direct totem warriors of the government will serve as the final level of the preliminaries to test the true value of the tribal players. In doing so, it can also truly eliminate cheating or "cooperation" behavior between certain related tribes. And if the warriors from the tribe are all of average level
, even as bad as mud, then all the contestants participating in the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance" will be warriors of the city lord's palace. This is undoubtedly the greatest embarrassment and shame for the tribes.
When d'Artagnan came to the preliminaries fighting arena, he was already eager to start immediately. For no other reason, the young tauren felt that he could no longer endure the "special treatment" he received, and just wanted to vent his power in the battle.
