The road leading to the 'Bloodflow Canyon' was newly built. Humans conquered this place and mobilized hundreds of laborers to clear the land. The trees were cut down, the ground was leveled, and even the monsters living here had to surrender.
The Maguru tribe was attacked several times by Zhou Qingfeng in an organized manner, with heavy casualties every time. Humans had to admit that they had the upper hand. In order to obtain some food, the goblins were also willing to accept employment as sparring partners for foreign rookies.
But in Bloodstream Canyon, the situation is different.
The carriage that Old Berg was riding in crossed the road ridge, passed through the woods, and entered an open area. The bloody adventurers ran out from here. A fierce battle was taking place here. A large number of undead poured out from the mouth of the canyon, and the sound of killing was loud.
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The 'Octopus Head' who was originally trapped here is dead, and the soul trap set up by the demon lord was also destroyed by fire. The strength of the undead in the canyon has been greatly reduced, but it does not mean that they are completely dead.
More than a dozen wooden fortresses have been built outside the canyon, and they are being attacked repeatedly by the undead. At least thirty skeletal minotaurs are constantly tearing down the outer walls of the fortress with axes, followed by thousands of skeletons and ghosts, many of them high-end goods.
The swarm of undead rushed toward them, and the rookies in the carriage were immediately frightened. They did not expect to encounter such a large-scale battle. They were about to scream and flee, but the coachman whipped his horse whip tightly and drove the carriage to the fortress.
Old Berg jumped out of the carriage and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The latest arrival of 'Evil Spirit Oil' is three gold coins per bottle. 'Corpse Toxin Clear' lotion is two gold coins per large bucket. Wound bandages are included to stop bleeding.
The effect is one gold coin and five pieces."
The dwarf witch doctor's hawking caused at least hundreds of heads to pop up in more than a dozen fortresses, all yelling and cursing. Someone shouted with a loud voice: "Old dwarf, do you want to make a fortune from dead people? We are working hard, but you are
Sell it at a higher price later.”
Old Borg was completely indifferent and continued to shout: "Harmony Company provides the highest quality service and delivers goods to the battlefield. The quantity is limited. If you need it, please do it as soon as possible."
The adventurers in the fortress scolded each other, but a dozen or so people rushed to the dwarf witch doctor, bringing a large number of collected demon bones or items left over from the battlefield, and clamoring for an estimate and replacement of medicine.
"Quick, quick, get a bucket of 'Zi Du Qing'. I have a brother who can't hold it anymore."
"Where are the bandages? I want a dozen."
"Old Borg, I have an elf belt here. Please estimate the price. I can sell it to you in exchange for a bottle of 'Evil Spirit Oil'."
Facing the attack of the undead, the back of the fortress turned into a market for buying and selling medicines.
Old Borg didn't care about the adventurers who were so anxious that their throats were smoking. He slowly appraised the goods, determined the price, then pulled out several large boxes from the carriage, opened them and sold the medicine.
The adventurers took the medicine and hurried towards the wooden fortress, shouting happily on the way: "The medicine is here, the medicine is here, we can farm for two more days. There are more undead this time, we
I’m going to make a fortune.”
On the fortress, several archers coated their arrows with the purchased 'evil spirit oil', aiming specifically at the undead spirits floating around.
Every time it hits, the green grease smeared on the arrow will explode, effectively weakening those incorporeal bodies that are not afraid of physical damage.
Behind the walls of each fortress, there were several strong men holding axes. They grabbed a bottle of 'evil oil' and threw it at the attacking skeletal minotaur. The crackling oil splashed away, directly damaging the core of the undead.
Causing the Minotaur to roar in anger.
It's just that the strong man holding the ax was so excited, but there was an adventurer behind him scolding, "Use an ax to chop it, idiot. The demon bones with too much 'evil oil' splattered can't be sold for the price. You guys are trying to do it for nothing."
One game?"
The fight outside the canyon was booming, and Old Borg's business was booming, but the rookies on the carriage were dumbfounded. They were frightened out of their wits at first, but now they were incomprehensible to the strange situation.
A rookie asked blankly: "Why are these people so desperate?"
On the carriage, the adventurer leading the team chuckled and said, "Have you seen those wooden fortresses? They were all built by His Excellency Hugo. The rent for the fortress is twenty gold coins per day, and there is no bargaining. Those who rent the fortress want to avoid losing money.
, naturally we have to work hard."
Several rookies were even more surprised, "Twenty gold coins a day? What kind of fortress is so expensive to rent?"
"Expensive?" The adventurer who led the team said with envy: "The price is very cheap, and you can't rent it unless you have some connections. The area outside the canyon is limited, and you can only spread out a dozen or so fortresses, so you don't have to worry about no one renting it.
Each fortress has a Harmony Village to provide logistical services, so you don’t have to worry about eating, drinking or sleeping. As long as you fight with peace of mind, you can earn hundreds or even thousands of gold coins in a week.
There are too many undead in the Bloodstream Canyon. It is said that the number exceeds 50,000. At least two groups of undead rush out every day. If you work hard here for a month, you will have a lifetime's expenses. I don't know how many adventurers want to come, but unfortunately they can't make it."
After saying that, the adventurer leading the team on the carriage whispered regretfully: "We are not strong enough to win such a lucrative job, so we can only play with you."
Several rookies were indignant, "Aren't we qualified to join the battle with the undead? We can beat the bugbears away."
In a short time, Old Borg sold out all the few boxes of goods in front of him. He could not stand the rookies with their eyes too high, so he shouted to the fortress in front: "Send a skeleton over here. There are a few here."
The young hero wants to see something."
There were boos from the direction of the fortress, and a cowardly demon skeleton holding a sword and shield was quickly released. This kind of demon is short in stature, has an ugly face, and has a long tail behind it. It is more flexible when it is transformed into a skeleton.
A few rookies couldn't stand the excitement, grabbed weapons, jumped off the carriage, and circled around the lemure skeletons. The adventurer leading the team scolded with a grimace: "Old Borg, you are really causing trouble for me. If these distinguished guests come out,
If something goes wrong, I can’t afford to pay for it.”
"It's good to let these rookies suffer a little." The dwarf witch doctor put the demon bones and trophies obtained in exchange for his medicine into the box and loaded them into the car again, "so that they don't know how powerful they are and cause more trouble."
A few rookies were fighting vigorously with the lemure skeletons, and the two sides fought back and forth for many rounds. The rookies were outnumbered, but they were desperate for their lives. They didn't attack decisively, didn't cooperate tacitly, and didn't retreat quickly.
After fighting for a long time, someone was nailed to the thigh by the lemure's tailbone, and he immediately fell to the ground crying in pain. The other rookies not only refused to rescue, but turned around and ran away, watching helplessly as their companions were about to be hacked to death by the lemure.
With a whoosh of arrow, the lemure skeleton was nailed to the ground first. The rookie who fell to the ground hugged his thighs and burst into tears. When the adventurer leading the team arrived, he didn't know that he had almost died just now.
"Old Borg, for the trouble you caused, you have to pay for the medicine for my client's injuries."
"Don't think about it, I'm doing this for their own good. They should be grateful to me and pay double the price for my medicine."
A few rookies looked as if they were stupid, watching the adventurer leading the team and the veteran bickering. They gathered around the injured companion, and finally felt the cruelty and horror of actual combat. This was much more exciting than playing house with goblins.
Already.
After all, Old Borg gave the medicine, and the injured rookie had his wound cleaned and wrapped in a bandage. The injury was slightly stable, but a rookie suddenly had a whim...
"I heard that Victor Hugo is about the same age as us. If he comes to deal with this monster, can he win?"
Ah ha ha ha..., the old Borg who was bandaging suddenly laughed, and even the adventurers who were protecting the rookie couldn't help but laugh.
The dwarf witch doctor said with exaggerated joy: "This is a good question. But Victor doesn't need to come at all. He only needs to give an order, and all the undead in this canyon will be sold to him for money."