Now that he is the Minotaur, Moriarty naturally wants to enter the dungeon from the Minotaur side. At this time, Cleveland celebrated its 300th birthday, and many Minotaur tribes came to celebrate, so there were unfamiliar faces everywhere, and Moriarty's "cow" was not at all unexpected.

As soon as you cross the lava river, you will see a huge and open neighborhood.

There are no walls or towers outside the block, but all of the buildings are made of boulders and are unusually strong. Moreover, the roads in the area are winding, and there are many paths and hidden street corners, so once outsiders walk in, they really have the illusion of being in a labyrinth.

Perhaps this is also an alternative defense system for the Minotaurs. Anyway, the buildings on both sides of the street are solid, not afraid of fire and flooding, and can withstand strong attacks, and at the same time, the geography of the area is complex, easy to defend and difficult to attack, so even if there is a blind person who really dares to attack, I am afraid that he will immediately be hit by multiple blows from all directions, but he can't even find the direction of counterattack.

At this moment, the vast Niutou area is already filled with "birthday army" from different regions. Different tribes, different totemic symbols, and different costumes wore Minotaurs, and there were half a thousand of them. And the gathering of the Minotaur on such a scale is truly a terrifying force. If that Lord Cleveland took this opportunity to raise an army and directly attack the other two dark elves and eye demons, at least on a non-extreme level, it would be enough to sweep away the other two races.

Moriarty shuttled through the many minotaurs with Pocos, feeling all around her excitement and excitement. After all, celebrating the 300th birthday of the extreme powerhouse of his own race. Such a grand event is not only a great glory, but also a demonstration of strength and power, which makes people intoxicated and almost crazy. Even, many young minotaurs of many tribes danced majestic celebratory dances on the streets, or vented their excitement with relatively "quiet" wrestling competitions.

After a brief turn in the Bull Head area, Moriarty asked for the way and turned to the central free zone towards the "Dark Neon". And that is a good place for him to find out the news and familiarize himself with the situation in the dungeon. Otherwise, it has been trapped in the bull's head pile, although the appearance is safe and it is found to be Xibei goods, but if there is really something to communicate. I'm afraid that a few words will be exposed. Naturally, it's better to stay away.

After a series of narrow and wide streets, and a heavily guarded pass by the Minotaurs, Moriarty finally came to the Free Zone.

Unlike the Minotaur Colony, the architecture of the Free Zone is far less than its grandeur. But it is more diverse and full of different ethnic sentiments.

It seems to have been influenced by the good news of the Minotaur gathering. During this time, the caravans that came from other places to trade in the "Dark Neon Color" were also much larger. On both sides of the road in the free zone are merchants of various Nigons selling their goods. There are even some shops directly under the Dark Elves, Eye Demons, and Minotaurs that are buying and selling, but there is no scandal of using force to force people or force people to buy and sell.

Seeing this, Moriarty couldn't help but nod secretly.

It's one thing to have a racial dispute or a battlefield battle. But commercial trade is a different story. No matter what, the fairness and justice on the surface must be protected, otherwise no one will want to play with you. And once the flow of commerce is interrupted, a certain dungeon is reduced to a state of isolation. Even if it can be self-sufficient, it will slowly lack the potential and vitality for development until it is completely eliminated.

As a "tourist" and alchemist, Moriarty is of course quite interested in the various underworld specialties in the free zone. And there is also a good servant by his side, who can ask and understand at any time.

And after just a quick glance at a quarter of the trade areas, Moriarty had to lament the low prices in the Nigon world. In particular, the prices of metal products and munitions are almost similar to "cabbage".

For example, a common steel knight's armor sells for the same amount as a small manor on the ground, or more than five thousand Erathia gold coins; But in the free zone, it's only worth two thousand gold coins. Or, a thousand-hardened steel greatsword can sell for at least one hundred bracadas in Bracada, but here it is only worth forty gold coins.

All this made Moriarty suddenly have the illusion that there are unlimited business opportunities and countless cheap to take advantage of.

But it makes sense to think about it.

Nigon is located deep underground, and it is relatively easy to mine minerals, and in many places there are even lava pools that automatically emit molten iron, which the natives can collect and use directly for weapon forging, which is almost as cheap as a manual effort.

Therefore, in addition to gold, which is as rare as the earth's surface, the price of bulk metals such as steel, copper and lead is much lower than that of the ground in Nigon. And that's why, before the Ice Apocalypse, every time the army of Nigon appeared on the surface, the natives of the ground felt jealousy and hatred through gnashing of their teeth. Because the opponent's equipment is so good, even a big-headed soldier can be mixed with iron armor to wear through. And imagine again, the already powerful and powerful Minotaur is dressed in a copper and iron armor that is so thick that it makes people desperate, and no matter who fights with it, they can't help but be angry and scold.

After a few more shops, Moriarty stopped in front of a caravan that specialized in selling various mineral materials.

Compared to the boutiques seen in the Jolob storehouse before, the goods sold by this caravan were inevitably much inferior. However, some of these materials are not seen in the Forge Tribe, and most of them are rough processed and in good stock. So, after some negotiations with the leader of the caravan, Moriarty financed a batch of relatively precious goods.

When settling the banknotes, Moriarty still used the gold nuggets that had been melted down from the surface and recreated. Although the gold nugget was ordinary, it was full of weight and purity, much to the satisfaction of the caravan leader. He also agreed with the other party that if he could come back in a few days, the caravan could also prepare some special good things for him to buy in advance.

In this regard, Moriarty naturally smiled and agreed.

After completing the first transaction, Moriarty left with the caveman to take a look at the rest of the free trade zone. It's just that before they could take a few steps, the two were inexplicably stopped again.

"I suspect you're a spy from another dungeon, so I'm going to search you."

A dark elf suddenly blocked in front of Moriarty, and at the same time, he was followed by some eagles and underground dwarves, and they were faintly half surrounded. Looking at the level of the dark elves, the level is about the sixth level warrior, and there are also two or three intermediate levels among the eagle body and dwarves, and the overall strength seems to be good.

Seeing that Moriarty was inexplicably intercepted, the other merchants around him looked like they were accustomed to watching the show, as if such things were happening every day.

"You are?" Looking at the group of natives who looked like plain-clothes, Moriarty said in a deep voice.

"You don't have to worry about that, just be checked obediently. Otherwise, huh! ”

The dark elf's face was not good, and he even had one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. And the accomplices around are also eager to try, as if they will pounce on the group as soon as there is a certain signal.

"Master, they may be the city-tyrants here." At this moment, Pocos whispered beside Moriarty, and at the same time held the "+1 Piercing" dagger in his hand.

"City-tyrant? I see. ”

It seems that no matter what world you are in, the villains of the overlord are inevitable. Moriarty looked at the dark elf across from him, then at himself, and seemed to have some understanding.

It seems that the appearance of the minotaur after his transformation is too thin, which is quite different from the burly strength of ordinary totem warriors, and he has just traded with a lot of money here alone, so he can be called the best "fat sheep" in the eyes of these land snakes. Of course, these rabble did not dare to kill a bull head in public in the free zone, and the most likely thing was to rob them of their belongings.

"It seems that the dark elves are not without broken goods." Moriarty suddenly smiled and said.

"What did you say!?"

The dark elf on the opposite side was immediately furious and wanted to do it directly. But he saw the little calf on the opposite side suddenly pull out a wand and point towards him.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning fell, striking the Dark Elf's head. Unsuspecting, he was directly injured by the power of magical lightning, and his whole body was paralyzed and trembling. At the same time, another figure sprang out, rushing like a cannonball into the arms of the dark elves. Then there were three flashes of cold light, and three deep blood holes were stabbed out of the elf's stomach, and a large amount of blood and even intestinal fluid began to "poof" outward.

And until Pocoth retreated to Moriarty's side, the dark elves fell to the ground with even more bitter screams, and the harpy and underground dwarf accomplices around him had not recovered from their stunned demise.

At this moment, Moriarty stepped forward, bent down, and put one hand on the neck of the dark elf twisted in pain, and lifted it straight out of the air, as if grasping a dying chicken.

"Do you guys still need to check?" Morati smiled, swept the eagles and dwarves around him, and said in harmony.

Immediately, all the other earth snakes immediately turned around and scattered, not even daring to leave a word of the scene.

Just kidding, the other party directly releases a second-level attack spell, which is at least a mid-level or above, or carries a powerful enchanted prop. And these market tyrants usually bully the out-of-town merchants who are alone, but when they really encounter a hard idea, they don't have the courage to go against them at all, and they are even more worried that they will lead out other forces behind the other party, so they have to run away in a panic. As for the half-dead elf caught by the other party, no one will care about its life or death, and some people will even hope that it will be killed to achieve their own superiority.

"Let's go, let's go talk."

After clearing the scene in an instant, Moriarty withdrew his smile, looked at the dark elf in his hand, which had been disordered and his vitality was greatly reduced, and walked towards an alley leader beside Pocosi. And the surrounding merchants who watched the bustle saw that there was no drama to see, so they began to concentrate on their own business again. (To be continued......)