I was fascinated by the sight of the market, and even though Demon Blade City was my birthplace, I never had the opportunity to visit this hectic place, and everything in front of me seemed amazing.

Many of the stalls were lit with glowing mushrooms to reflect the vendor's merchandise, and magic lighting was used for the same purpose, or simply as a side effect of other magic. Such a glimmer of light does not make the eyes of the dark elves uncomfortable. Navigating the dark corridors is a natural habit and a pleasure for the inhabitants of Demon Blade.

A nobleman, accompanied by a guard, inspects a lizard mounted for sale with the eye of a connoisseur. A ragged civilian, interested in cheap goods on the shelves of itinerant vendors, is busy haggling with the vendors. An ogre slave is juggling daggers for the entertainment of the masses, throwing five daggers and catching them accurately. The audience who enjoyed the show tossed coins to the ogre's dark elf master. A huge slug carries a load of heavy goods on its back, its mouth opens in an "O" shape, spewing out small droplets of clear and harmless liquid, and the coachman whips it with a long handle. A nobleman drew his sword and whipped a commoner with the side of his sword because the latter was too slow to make way for him.

Male commoners were required to lower their gaze in front of each female and make way for the aristocracy of both sexes. There are also a mix of races—gray dwarves who resemble dwarves but are emaciated, gray-skinned and hair-fed; Staring, fat and bloated, with slender limbs connected to the broad soles of hands and feet, and webbed, like a humanoid frog, the Kou Tao Fish-Man, as a long-time ally of the Dark Elves in the Dark Regions, was allowed to trade and even settle in Demon Blade City. The lowest of all people were slaves, who were about as numerous as the freed. Ogres, gnolls, and bear goblin warriors protect their masters and mothers, tormented hungry goblins deliver goods for merchants, and tiny kobolds collect garbage and carry it away.

The bazaar was full of smells, spicy spices, warm wine, leather goods, boiling frying oil, animal droppings, fresh blood...... This is the benefit of using a safety cabin with a brainwave receiver, where you can really feel the different experiences of taste, smell, and touch in the game. Players with other network access systems can only show sight and incomplete touch, taste and smell are not felt, and the gestures cannot be expressed as subtle as reality.

Like the three dark elves who walked in front of them, they knew at a glance that they were players using the safety pod.

The one in front of him, dressed in a mage's robe, looked thin and weak, but he was so angry that the two who followed him had to trot all the way to keep up. One of them was dressed in armor, with a helmet with cheek guards, a sword at his waist, and a shield on his shoulder, like a warrior; The other was a short fat man, with a round body that held the mage's robe tightly, and from time to time he tripped and stumbled over the hem of the robe. To be honest, just seeing this little fat man can confirm that they are players, after all, I have never seen a Dark Elf NPC of this size.

I took a step in front of the emaciated mage. He stopped suddenly, looked at me unexpectedly, and then showed a surprised smile, and was about to speak, but he stumbled the little fat man who was following behind.

The thin mage turned his head angrily and shouted, "Can't walk?" ”

The little fat man muttered, "You stopped suddenly." Then he jumped forward and shouted excitedly: "Hey, isn't this far away?" ”

"You're going to call me senior!" I pretended to be angry and said, "I really didn't expect to bump into you here, Fang Shao, and ...... Well, the original big, the original two. ”

The little fat man was anxious: "What is the original big, the original two, we have a name!" ”

"Don't mind the little things......" "Just call it......" I said at the same time as the thin mage, that is, Fang Shao.

We walked all the way, and Yichen pointed me out what to do here.

"In the market of Demon Blade City, in order to avoid the noise of the cave filled with constant echoes, some subtle magic has been cast on the smooth stone surface. Nearby sounds sound normal, but distant sounds are muffled and mingle into a faint hum. Don't panic when you take just one step and go from whispering silence to hoarse noise. He joked.

A female dark elf walks briskly with a spear on her shoulder, and a weasel tethered to one end of the spear. "This is a forest ranger, doing deworming work, repelling pests for the family." Yichen lowered his eyes and whispered, and at the same time asked us to do the same.

A guy on the side of the road was begging for alms with a clay pot in his hand, and I was dumbfounded, I didn't expect that there would be beggars in the dark elves. Yichen said lightly: "It can't be an NPC, it's a sensational player, he will regret it soon." The beggar held out the clay pot in his hand to a passing female elf, who stopped, took out the whip, and gave him a good whip. The Dark Elf NPC will not tolerate this kind of waste, and he will continue to play this role-play, and he will not survive for a day. Yichen asserted.

After walking away for a while, I suddenly felt something, and when I looked back, I saw a nobleman drawing his sword and cutting down the beggar.