There is no doubt that Nuremberg is the largest and most prosperous black market in Southern Wilderness.

However, the environment inside is not as good as expected, and the houses are built in a haphazard manner, crowded with each other like slums, leaving only narrow and twisted alleys in between.

There are not many decent streets in the whole of Nuremberg, and the alleys are dark and narrow, not to mention horse-drawn carriages, and it is difficult for two people to cross their feet when they meet on opposite sides.

The corners of Renard's mouth twitched, and he felt that the guy who designed the city was a genius, or that the city had not been designed at all.

Lei Dawang caught a glimpse of Lei Ye's expression, and explained in an indifferent tone: "Only such an environment can fish in troubled waters, and at the same time, it can effectively resist foreign invaders. ”

He pointed to the holes in the wall of the alley and said, "These are shooting holes, and in such a narrow alley, even a Douqi martial artist can hardly resist the attack of arrows. ”

The corners of his mouth rarely hooked up a sneer: "The person who designed this kind of city is not a fool, but a complete madman, seeing that there are no bunkers on the roof, it can form a dense crossfire network." ”

Renard nodded thoughtfully, it turns out that this design is not arbitrary, think about his clean and tidy city, it seems that there are no decent defensive facilities inside except for the magnificent city walls.

If the devil invades the city, the people of the city will undoubtedly be lambs to the slaughter.

Of course, this is only the worst-case scenario, if the demon does enter the city, it can only mean that the regular army of the county of Meredith has all been killed, then it does not matter whether there are these things or not, it will only increase despair and fear.

Led by Ray Dawang, the crowd continued to advance into the interior of Nuremberg, and the deeper they went, the narrower the alleys became, sometimes even sideways.

The buildings on both sides completely block out the sunlight, making the alleys dark and eerie, and tattered homeless men huddle in the shadows, watching everyone who passes by with a greedy and timid gaze.

Ray Dawang lowered his voice and reminded: "It's best to be careful here, this is a real black market unlike the black market I built, there are no rules here, only fists and gold coins speak. ”

As he spoke, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Noticing his action, everyone couldn't help but get nervous, and the place that could make half-step epic-level martial artists on guard must be a Longtan Tiger's Den.

Everyone put their hands on the hilt of their swords, and at the same time put their swords in the most sheathed position, ready for emergencies.

Although they are numerous, gangsters or hungry homeless people who have burned their brains with bad alcohol do not have accurate judgment and are likely to jump out to find trouble.

Ray Dawang walked at the front of the line, his cold, piercing gaze meeting each pair of greedy and malicious eyes until the other man retreated.

Renard couldn't help but ask, "Is there really no problem with trading here?

Ray Dawang paused, pondered, and replied truthfully, "It all depends on the strength of both sides. ”

As they spoke, the group finally walked out of the alley and came to an old two-story building, which was the entrance to the black market.

Ray Dawang has completely assumed the role of subordinate, and he finally advised: "No one is allowed to talk after entering, let alone make trouble, this is not a place where we can go wild." ”

Everyone was awe-struck, and then nodded solemnly.

Although Ray Dawang was still a little uneasy, he finally chose to believe them.

When the wooden door, which seemed to collapse at any moment, was pushed open, the sound of boiling people instantly came from inside the house, and it was hard to imagine that it was this broken door that blocked all the noise.

Entering the house, everyone was shocked to find that this was not an underground trading area at all, but a dilapidated tavern.

Surrounded by drunken mercenaries and adventurers, busty bar girls like honey-gathering bees constantly weave their way around the drunks, expertly dodging the groping hands who want to rub the oil.

The tavern keeper whistled and wiped the large wine glass in his hand, and when he saw a new guest coming in, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "Welcome, sir!"

He was going to habitually shout to welcome the warriors, but when he saw everyone's outfits, he immediately changed his words.

The tavernkeeper's face was flattering, but Renard saw contempt and disdain in the depths of his eyes: "What do you want to drink?"

Ray Dawang said indifferently: "Three bowls of deer blood wine." ”

When the tavern keeper heard his words, his expression changed slightly, and he was about to continue asking, but he saw that Ray Dawang had lifted his face armor and revealed his true colors.

The tavern owner immediately showed a sudden appearance, and then patted his thigh and said, "Isn't this the flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and my family doesn't recognize my family." ”

After speaking, he beckoned to the back of the tavern: "Three bowls of deer blood wine, regular guest." ”

As soon as the words fell, two seductive-looking waitresses walked in from the back door of the tavern, and they bowed to Renard and the others: "Knights, please come with us." ”

Everyone was waiting to follow, but they were suddenly stopped by the tavern owner, who looked at Ray Dawang with a puzzled expression: "Your Excellency, you know the rules. ”

Ray Dawang nodded when he heard this, and said to Renard, "Only three people can go in at most." ”

Renard raised an eyebrow, then nodded, "Guests are as they please." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and ordered, "Arka follows me, and the others rest here first, remember to improvise." ”

The people understood what he meant, and each of them found a place to sit down.

Immediately afterward, Renard, Arka and Ray Tawang followed the two ladies into the backyard.

The entrance to the black market was apparently not in the tavern, and they exited through the back door, through several crooked alleys, and finally found themselves in front of a stone building that had not yet been built.

To tell the truth, the building in front of me is very similar to the unfinished building in the previous life, and it is the kind that has just been unfinished after the foundation is raised, and it is full of construction waste all around, piled up in a mess around it, blocking the already narrow alley tightly.

The ground is full of stagnant water, muddy and impassable, and from time to time snakes, insects, rats and ants pass under their feet, which makes people can't help but feel creepy, and the air always smells of rancidity.

Renard frowned slightly and asked, "Is this the entrance to the largest black market in Southern Wilderness County?"

The next performance of the two maids confirmed his statement, and he saw that the two of them were separated from each other, not caring about the muddy water under their feet, and respectfully motioned for the three of them to enter.

Reynard stared at the building in front of him, and then found inconspicuous holes under the rubble, low and low enough to be bent over.

This is the real underground black market.

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