Soaring in the sky of the abyss is definitely not a pleasant thing for ordinary creatures. The clouds are always dark. Thunderstorms and hail make the journey in the sky dangerous. There is often a stench of sulfur in the air, and even
The rain there has a rotten smell.
But for Black Dragon Hakas, it was as comfortable as a fish in water, and it was the taste of his hometown.
The vast land is beneath me, but as far as the eye can see, the color is extremely monotonous. What is in front of me is gray and black, but at the end of the horizon, there is a gray green.
It was on a peninsula surrounded by countless gray trees, and in the center of the swamp, there was a lively market.
The Ghost Market, with its simple and straightforward name, is the largest gathering of events in this plane, and as one of the few clever creatures in this plane, hags are the masters here.
"Those hags are not easy to deal with. Even if you are strong enough, you can't defeat those liars and thugs who have bad water and venom flowing in their bones. The guy from the main plane, bringing the treasure here, will be the cause of your death."
Hags are a kind of creature that is almost extinct in the main plane. They are a race of women like wood spirits, but unlike the pleasant-looking wood spirits, they are all long, wrinkled old women, or in other words, older women.
period witch.
With a long nose with strange tumors, crooked and disgusting hair, wrinkled skin, a crooked wand paired with a black cloak and a round pointed hat, she is the bad witch in fairy tales.
And when they were still haunting the main plane, they also played the role of witches and witches most of the time. Most of them signed an agreement with a certain lower plane big devil or big devil to serve as its agent in certain planes.
, that wizard from the lower plane is famous for his magic... in terms of deceiving people and deceiving people.
Greed, cunning, and jealousy are not big problems. As long as the goods are good, there will always be people to buy them. But after cheating customers and suppliers, offending the main plane and offending the bosses in the lower planes, these ghosts will be very upset.
Not to mention that this kind of demonic creature is rare in the main plane, it is also very rare in other levels of the abyss. After all, no one is stupid. Being tricked once is considered unlucky. If you are tricked repeatedly and do not take revenge with a knife, it is not
The devil.
"Let's take a look. It's a sub-artifact-level magic sword. It comes with three kinds of curse magic. It's incredibly powerful. It only costs 200 spirit coins or a product of the same price!"
The soul has always been the hard currency of the lower plane, and after the Styx partially changed its course, the lower plane also ushered in gratifying deflation, and the soul currency became more and more valuable.
Seeing that I was a dragon knight and an unfamiliar face, the green-haired hag selling the magic sword almost stretched out the magic sword to me.
It is indeed not expensive to exchange two hundred souls for a sub-artifact. I can feel the powerful curse attached to the gray magic sword over there, but...
"...The curse is actually an extremely effective mental retardation technique. It is automatically triggered when you hold the magic sword, and then you obediently deliver the money bag to your door?"
With a blank expression on my face, I kicked the hag over. The triggered potion in her arms was scattered all over the floor. A piece of the potion dripped onto a hag next to me. It actually turned her into a toad.
It seems that there is no so-called safe zone in this market, and merchants can prey on customers at will.
"Take it..."
The breath of ice seeped out from under the dragon armor. What seeped out from the eyes was the magic power of death. A high-level black knight who could control a black dragon was not something that a low-level hag who still had to sell fake goods on the street could provoke.
Holding the hag in one hand, she put the hilt of her sword directly into her mouth, whimpered twice, and the hag rolled her eyes, lay down on the ground and screamed like a toad.
The hawking sounds around him paused for a moment, and then became lively again. It was as if nothing happened just now, and it seemed that this kind of thing was very common.
It's not like I haven't experienced such an environment before. If you pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger in this hostile environment, you will become a pig. Showing your claws and teeth will save you less trouble.
If I'm cheated, these guys are guaranteed to swarm me, weapons and equipment will be auctioned on the spot, meat can be sold, souls can be processed into currency, nothing is wasted.
Looking around, we can see that not all the witches are setting up stalls. On the contrary, there are no customers in front of the stalls of the witches. There are only a few lizard men walking back and forth in front of the stalls. They should be professional helpers, and the witches are not in a hurry.
The sneaky eyes couldn't help but scan the new customers, as if they were just doing some business while looking at the place.
"The newly released magic steel battle axe, the conscience work of Master Black Iron, take the two spirit coins."
"Dragon bones, dragon dung, dragon eyeballs, the harvest of the powerful Blood Spear tribe in the rainy season! They can only be exchanged for fertile female slaves and spiritual coins, powerful magic weapons are also fine. Get out of here with the hags and hags!"
It seems that there are powerful tribes of black dwarves and lizardmen nearby. A small tribe cannot afford to raise a master blacksmith. From mining, smelting to forging products, what is needed is a complete dwarf society. A mature weapon can illustrate this.
a lot of.
A tribe of lizardmen capable of hunting dragons must have a population of at least two thousand, as well as high-level spellcasters such as great prophets and witch doctors, and may even have tamed dragon beasts. Only such a tribe of lizardmen dare to call themselves
As a dragon, of course, the dragon would not recognize this family member.
Behind me, Khakas in human form looked at the triumphant lizard man with a displeased face. He watched his fellow black dragons being torn apart and sold, without saying a word. It seemed that he was also dissatisfied with this Blood Spear tribe.
Somewhat apprehensive.
Black dwarves, lizardmen, demons, these evil creatures that would be surrounded and suppressed when they appeared on the main plane, have become synonymous with credibility here, especially the three-meter-tall high-level berserk demon.
A sign was hung around his neck, selling himself on the spot.
"I'll take care of the food, I'll take care of the succubi, and I'll kill the people."
Simple Abyssal language, simple logic, high-level berserk demons with extremely strong combat power, it seems to be a good deal, but many people have read it and asked no one.
If it were a devil of the same level, it would probably have been sold long ago, but no one would dare to buy a mad war devil with a brain no bigger than a walnut.
After all, no one can guarantee when this demon uncle will get high, or if he feels that the killing is not high enough, he will kill his employer conveniently, hoping that the mad warrior, who is known as single-cell cannon fodder among single-celled demons, will die.
I really can't blame anyone else.
Seeing that the market was more lively than I expected, I hesitated a little. My original plan was to trade with the ghost women, but these guys are really unreasonable in doing business. There are other groups now, so why not try trading with other people?
But no matter what, if you want to buy something, you must at least have something in hand. I don’t have a single spirit coin in my hand.
So, I kicked away the hag who was still pretending to be a toad, threw a handful of messy things on the table, and started selling them on the spot. (To be continued)
