No matter what Shelley said, Roy always nodded, well-hmmed perfunctory.

Feeling his perfunctory, Shelley pouted unhappily and tugged at his ears and tail.

"Stop making a fuss, ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

"Is there a demon king attacking around here?"

"Yes, under the southern Duotra Mountains, a very strong demon king appeared, attacking from the underground, and more than ten surrounding forces joined forces to fight, and the battle has been fierce for more than 1 month."

Shelley provided information and showed a map to Lowy.

Lowy estimated the distance, at least 300 kilometers.

"Are you going to be around this time?"

Roy poked his finger at the mountains on the map.

Shelley shook his head and said:

"Not for the time being, the war is busy there, and it is impossible to trade, and the local lords have no money to spend on commercial development."

"Not necessarily, we can sell arms."

"Arms?!"

Shelley was stunned for a moment.

Roy Road:

"Inside my Demon King City, there is a complete production and enchantment assembly line, which can make enchanted weapons, armor, magic jewelry, and low-level magic scrolls in batches."

Shelley's eyes widened, and he looked surprised.

She didn't know the background of Roy's Demon King City.

Even after being forcibly controlled, their elves only got some benefits, and discovered the way to expand their influence and enhance the strength of the tribe.

Roy looks harmless to humans and animals, and he can pinch it as much as he wants.

So much so that Shelley has always believed that the strength of Roy Demon King City is weak, and it all depends on intrigue and trickery.

"Can arms really be mass-produced? Can you show me? ”

"Of course."

Roy retrieved the sample from the spatial ring.

Swords, crossbows, arrows, low-level magic scrolls, and simple magic jewelry.

Shelley picked it up and looked at it carefully.

The quality of these weapons, placed in this brave world, is the best enchanted equipment, and only those wealthy adventurer teams will equip these items.

Popularization in the army, it is almost impossible, the cost is too high.

"This is the standard version, based on the current production capacity of my Demon King City, a set of long swords, shields, and armor can produce 500 sets in 1 week. In the case of magic scrolls, 100,000 copies can be provided in one week, of course, some resources are required. My Demon King City has a limited reserve of resources. ”

Shelley's eyes widened, and he tilted his head to look at Roy without speaking.

When Roy saw her reflection, he said:

"I didn't lie to you."

"How did this happen, how many people are there in your Demon King City?"

"I won't tell you."

Roy squinted his eyes and shook the fox's ears, very proud.

Shelley reached out and tugged at his ear.

"Let's talk about it~"

"Nonono, no, I can't tell you, you are ready, let's go to the Southern War Zone." Roy refuses, wrapping his tail around Shelley to prevent her from ravaging her ears.

When it comes to arms trafficking, Roy knows a lot about it.

Call Peters, price according to the current price of the Brave World, and make preparations before trading.

After two days, Roy and Shirley set off.

The target is the Southern Theater of Operations.

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Combat zone.

The sun sank completely below the horizon, the moon rose slowly, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth.

An interception battle has just ended.

Corpses and blood were everywhere, broken and damaged weapons were scattered, and there were traces of destruction left by various magics, some frozen, some scorched. The ground was riddled with holes, and many of the corpses were still burning, emitting thick black smoke.

In the moonlight, a small group of people dressed in white walked through the battlefield.

With words in their mouths and bottles in their hands, they sprinkled some glowing liquid around, and a faint white light drifted away, falling on the bones of those who had died in battle, emitting wisps of green smoke.

The team turned around, and on the dark and cold battlefield, there were some more points of light, flying and fluttering like fireflies.

After doing all this, the team set up camp in a clean place.

They are a team of wandering priests, who do not belong to any organization, but are similar to barefoot doctors, who travel the world to save lives, purify the undead, and prevent the appearance of the undead.

Wherever they go, they are treated with respect from the locals.

After every great battle, there is bound to be a squad of priests to cleanse the battlefield. Prevent excessive deaths that lead to resuscitation of the deceased.

A group of pastors sat around.

In the team of more than ten people, women occupy 2/3, the team has a clear division of labor, each busy with their own work, and soon the work of camping is completed, and a group of people cook a total of game, chatting and talking in a low voice.

"I don't know how long this disaster will last."

"Evil demon lords can always invade our world."

"The surrounding forces are intriguing, and they are not willing to be the first to go, and the roots of power cannot be brought into play, and it is the common people who are unlucky after all."

"Damn nobles."

"If only there was a brave king, it would be nice to unify all the forces and become a country."

"Well, just think about it."

"By the way, have you heard a rumor lately?"

"You mean the Soul Eater with nine tails?"

"Yes, it is said that after the Great War, the Soul Eater may appear. He was not tall, with nine tails, and a hideous face, glowing blue like a ghost. There is a bell around the neck, and when you walk, you make a crisp bell sound, hold a lamp, and devour the soul of the person you meet. ”

"Oh my God, it's so evil."

"Soul sucking, this evil creature, is it the Demon King's men?"

"Needless to say? It must be inseparable from the Demon King, otherwise the legend of the Soul Eater will only appear at night? ”

"If your soul is eaten, you won't be able to enter the River Styx." ……

As the crowd was talking, a string of bells rang from the grove.

There was a sudden silence in the camp.

Everyone froze in place, their eyes widened, they looked at each other with a look of horror on their faces.

When the crowd fell silent, the bells that were there disappeared disappeared.

There was dead silence in the camp.

Only the crackling and popping of burning wood and the gurgling of boiling and steaming of the soup pot.

At this moment, a dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the moonlight, and the darkness swallowed the camp at once, and there was only a small campfire, swaying in the darkness.

After a long while, there was no sound.

A priest's face turned pale and her voice trembled and asked:

"You ...... Did you hear that? ”

"Like...... There is the sound of bells. ”

Everyone's faces turned pale, and they all clenched the weapons in their hands, slowly turned around, and formed a circle around the bonfire, vigilantly watching the dark environment around them.

After a while, there was no sound.

"Maybe I heard it wrong, right?"

"There's no sound."

"Phew, it's all your fault, I have to talk about that soul eater. It scared us to death. ”

Everyone gradually relaxed, teasing each other, relaxing their nervous nerves, and began to talk and laugh again, but at this moment, the crisp bell sounded.

The sound was very close, right in the campfire behind the crowd.

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