At the border of the central zone, vast numbers of undead walked out from the wind and sand of the wasteland. After reaching the central zone, they dispersed in all directions.
At this time, more than half a month had passed since the opening of the Rat-Dead Border City.
Under Zhang Peng's management, the market outside the city was booming, and many merchants from the Illamaha city-state came to trade every day.
A wide variety of commodities were transported back to the city by Ilmaha city-state merchants and sold to citizens in the upper and lower cities, thereby obtaining greater profits.
With the continuous transactions, merchants are becoming more and more aware of the benefits of the rat border city market.
What makes businessmen happy the most is that the undead follow the rules!
This point even surpasses that of the rat city-state.
Doing business in the market of Rat Dead Border City is guarded by the undead. Not only is it very safe, the prices are fair, and you don't bully anyone.
As more and more merchants focus on the market, in order to facilitate better transactions, the market has been expanded a lot, more trading positions have been added, and stalls are no longer restricted. Whether it is the residents of Rat Death Border City,
Residents of the city-state of Ilmaha can set up stalls in the market and trade freely.
Another reason why the market is so popular is the endless and colorful rare resources.
Not to mention anything else, just taking fruits as an example, there are more than a dozen varieties in the market that the rats have never seen before, and the number is still increasing, with new fruits appearing every day.
There are many more things that other types of rat people have not seen before.
Every time he comes to the market, the rat merchants are so dazzled that they want to buy everything.
When these rare objects entered Illamaha City, Percy and McCann didn't take them seriously at first.
But soon the undead products became popular throughout the city-state of Illamaha. Not only the common people loved these things, but also the rat nobles in the underground city highly praised them.
Percy and McCann were at a loss, so they called their adjutant to ask about recent events in the city, and even went to the merchants in the city themselves.
Seeing the dazzling array of goods, the two city lords were shocked.
Where did the undead get these things?
They finally understood why the rat nobles in the city admired and followed him, and it was an eye-opener even for them.
The rat people really shouldn't have seen these things, because these things come from all over the world and were exchanged by Zhang Peng with other lords through the system.
In a short period of time, the Rat-Dead Border City became the favorite place for merchants in the city-state of Ilmaha.
The voices against the undead in the city-state of Ilmaha are getting smaller and smaller, and those novel products have diverted their attention.
In order to better serve merchants, Zhang Peng also built some houses around the market for restaurants, hotels and other businesses.
Someone has the information. If businessmen eat well or drink too much, they will talk indiscriminately and say things they shouldn't say.
After all, the Rat Dead Border City is the land of the undead. There are a large number of undead here, and they will appear on any occasion.
For businessmen, the undead are the makers and guardians of the rules, but how can the undead only have this role? They are also spies!
They will collect the information obtained from various places, report it upward through the undead network, pass it to the Black Warrior, and then report it to Zhang Peng.
In addition to his business talent, Zhang Peng also has a talent for information management. Before that, he had been helping Li Ziyu collect information from various places.
He picked up business, and he also grasped information management, and collected a lot of information about the city-state of Illamaha and the rat people.
After Rat Dead Border City got on the right track, Li Ziyu was free and no longer had to sit in his room and constantly light up technology as before.
As a lord, even if the war is over, Li Ziyu still has things to do.
For example, deploy more undead in the central area.
Taking advantage of the fact that the city-state of Ilmaha was attracted by the Rat Dead Border City, he returned to the base camp several times and transported many young adults from other races to the central area. At the same time, he also brought back a large number of skeletons from the Dead Souls Mountains and transformed them.
After turning into various skeletons and undead, they were sent to the territory.
In addition, he also established several resource points in the central area.
These resource points were all discovered by Liu Xingxing, and they are various mineral veins, including metal veins, coal veins, stone mines, etc.
Without the Ratmen being aware of it, batches of undead were deployed at the border between the two races.
According to the rat people, the undead are a very strange race. They seem to like to hang out in boredom.
Rat spies often see the undead wandering in the wasteland. They have no purpose and are just walking around randomly. As long as the spies don't get close, the undead don't bother to pay attention.
It's like being mentally retarded.
Spies often laugh at those low-level skeletal undead, but they don't know that these undead are not just hanging out, but also paralyzing them to monitor the border.
With the surveillance of the undead, the internal environment has become very stable, and Li Ziyu can drive the fortress into the territory from time to time to do some construction.
Liu Xingxing had already drawn a map of the undead territory in the central area. Li Ziyu arranged nearly a hundred soul base stations according to the map, and the soul network spread throughout the territory.
At the same time, he also made many new eyes of the undead and placed them throughout the territory.
With the blessing of the soul base station, Li Ziyu can see anywhere in the territory at any time.
In addition to the skeletal undead, the demonized skeletal bones are also not idle.
The Dark Skeletons led their troops to rampage through the territory, plundering everywhere, constantly expanding their legions, and at the same time looking for living people still living in the territory and sending them to the rat-man border city.
Li Ziyu couldn't help but sigh at the power of the time traveler.
For more than half a month, he has stabilized the undead territory and spread the soul network everywhere.
Without the support of the system and the mobile fortress, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to reach this point in a year.
Normal construction requires a large number of people. Without people, there is no way to build.
This is a different world, not a modern one. There are not so many huge machines. The only thing that can be used is magic, but there are not as many magicians as expected.
With the system, you only need to click to build, and there is no need to consume more people and resources. Not only does it save, but the speed is also guaranteed.
【Private chat】
Free-flying eagle: Brother Li, how are you doing there? Do you need me to bring someone over to help?
Don’t want to take the driver’s license test: Brother Batu, how many people have you gathered?
Free-flying eagle: If there are too many, there is no problem with thirty or forty lords. They can have a fight with the rat men, although they may not win.
I don’t want to take the driver’s license test: I’m fine here, the rat people are not wary of me, I built a city in front of me, and it’s developing pretty well.
Free-flying eagle: If that's the case, then I understand. In this way, I will take the other lords to practice first. You can develop with peace of mind. If you need anything, we can communicate.
Don’t want to take the driver’s license test: This is best. Brother Batu, you have to be careful. If there are people like He Ziping, either expel them or kill them. Don’t keep them. They are a disaster.
Free-flying eagle: Yes, I understand. I plan to take them to practice and see how their character is.
Don’t want to take the driver’s license test: OK, just contact me if you need help.
There is also good news from Batubu over there, and he has contacted many lords.
But Li Ziyu is still worried about these lords. If they all abide by the rules, it will be fine, but he is afraid that if someone like He Ziping appears who likes to commit suicide and dance, everything they have created will be destroyed.
The current situation seems to be very good for the time being, and there is no need for Batubu and the other side to intervene.
This period of time is just for Batubu and those lords to get used to each other.
Li Ziyu felt that the reason why the time traveler lords lost to the rat people before was because they did not get along well enough, and there were many guys like He Ziping who caused trouble, which ultimately led to the failure.
In his opinion, it doesn't matter even if the lord's level is lower or his subordinates are of a different race. The key is to work together and not mess around.
No matter how strong he is, Li Ziyu doesn't want to form an alliance with someone like He Ziping.
The days have calmed down for the time being. Li Ziyu uses his mobile fortress to travel between the base camp and the central area, constantly expanding the undead. When he has time, he will research technology and unlock more projects.
…
Sayil, a ratman.
Although he is a rat man, his life is not easy.
All his relatives before his father were slave rat people, with low status and no property.
It wasn't until his father risked his life that he got rid of his identity as a slave rat and became a commoner.
Even though he is no longer a slave ratman, Sayil still has a hard life without any family property.
He worked hard but was still poor.
It's a shame that Skaven don't live in dungeons.
In the face of face and life, Sayer chose life very realistically.
If you don’t have enough to eat, you will starve to death. What’s the point of shame? Survival is the most important thing!
When he arrived in the underground city, his life really changed.
He relied on his identity as a rat man to grow little by little.
Through his flexible mind and hard work, he obtained his own house and some savings. He set up a stall in the city-state of Illamaha and earned a small amount of money to support himself.
Just some time ago, the rat tribe and the undead tribe started a war.
The two sides fought fiercely, and the city-state of Illamaha fell into a strange mood.
Part of it is that he is in high spirits, clamoring every day to fight the undead and defeat the evil undead.
There are still some people who are depressed, thinking that the undead are a legendary race, that the rat people will definitely fail, that the city of Illamaha will also be reduced to ruins, that they will all die, and that they should leave as soon as possible.
Sayer does not belong to any kind of person. He is watching calmly.
Crises often mean opportunities. The greater the crisis, the greater the opportunity. It just depends on whether you dare to gamble.
Sayer believed in this sentence very much. It was by relying on this sentence that he transformed from a civilian with nothing to the current street vendor.
He has been waiting for the opportunity, but never got the chance to take action.
The war between the rat people and the undead made him vaguely feel that his opportunity was about to come.
The Skaven lost and ceded their territory to the Undead.
The undead, which other people described as extremely terrifying, became their neighbors.
What disappointed Sayer was that until the end of the war, he was still an ordinary street vendor, and the gods did not favor him.
Although he did not wait for the opportunity, he did not lose heart.
If there is no opportunity, there is no opportunity. At least I am still a street vendor and can make money to support myself, as long as I don't starve to death.
But soon, a piece of news spread in the city-state of Illamaha that the rat people were going to trade with the undead!
The businessman's keen sense of smell made Sayer realize that an opportunity had come!
It's the kind of opportunity that you can't miss if you gamble your life!
He immediately packed his bags, took all his wealth, followed the others, and headed to the Rat Dead Border City, the first city in the undead territory.
This is a life-threatening behavior, because no one knows whether they are safe, and there is a high probability that they will be killed by the undead.
But the fact is that they are lucky. The undead did not kill them or even pay much attention to them. They can trade at will in the simple market outside the city.
He saw many new things that he had never seen before.
Rare is precious!
Sayer did not consider stones and wood, which were guaranteed to make a profit. Instead, he spent all his money to buy fruits and other things he had never seen before, and transported these things back to the city-state of Illamaha.
The first group of merchants to go to the Rat-Dead Border City became the first group of people to eat crabs.
As soon as those novel items were put out, they were robbed by the citizens. They were easy to sell and the profits were huge.
Sayer's wealth increased several times because of this transaction.
"Thank you to the God of the Undead! Thank you to the Lord of the Undead! Thank you to the Undead for taking care of me!"
He woke up with laughter.
For him, ancestors and everything else were indifferent. After all, their ancestors were slaves, and it seemed that their ancestors had never protected their family.
So what if you change your faith?
He will believe in whoever gives him a good life!
"Reality"
Sayer, who discovered the business opportunity, did not dare to pause at all. He hired people to help manage the stall and sell the goods he brought back. He took all the wealth with him again and hurried there.
Market of the Dead to exchange for more goods.
Only then did he feel that he was a rat-man - just like those rats who liked to carry things.
The huge benefits made Sayil forget his fatigue. He would go back and forth to the Market of the Dead every day, sometimes even two or three times a day.
He couldn't compare to those big businessmen and drove the convoy directly there.
Even if the goods sell well, it takes time to accumulate wealth. If Sayer wants to exchange his wealth for goods, he must save money. He relies on his own manpower to transport goods.
It was very tiring, but seeing his wealth continue to increase, Sayer felt extremely fulfilled.
The constant transportation made him a frequent visitor to the market of the dead, and also attracted the attention of the undead.
Until one day, an undead man wearing heavy black armor found him.
That huge body cast a shadow, covering up the scorching sun.
Sayer, who was shrouded in shadow, turned his head stiffly, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the black warrior in front of him with fear.
"Death, Lord Undead." He said tremblingly.
Stupid!
The two-handed sword pierced the ground.
Sayer hurriedly closed his eyes, shrank up, and subconsciously put his hands in front of his face.
I'm dying, I'm dying, the undead are coming to kill me!
I knew the opportunity would not be so simple!
It's really hard to do a life-threatening job.
Poor me, I will die in the hands of the undead before I can enjoy the life brought by wealth.
Thoughts flashed through Sayer's mind, but after waiting for a while, he didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes carefully.
"What are you doing?"
Sayer suddenly heard a low and doubtful voice asking. The voice came from within his body, not from his ears.
He was confused, looked up at the Black Warrior blankly and asked, "Death, Lord Undead, are you talking to me?"
The Black Warrior nodded, and Sayer heard the voice again and said, "Yes, why are you like this? Are you threatened?"
Only then did Sayer realize that he was still curled up, and quickly returned to normal, shaking his head like a rattle, "No, I was not threatened."
The Black Warrior nodded again and said to him, "Very good. If you are threatened in the market, you can look for us. We do not allow anyone to violate the city lord's rules."
Um...what does this mean?
Why come here to explain to me?
Sayer looked around. The rat merchants who looked at him curiously then looked at the Black Warrior in confusion.
No one will threaten me except you!
Saier was thinking in his heart, but he didn't dare to say this to the Black Warrior. He just asked, "What do you want from me?"