The road leading deep into the Black Forest, branching off outside the Bloodflow Canyon. Please search Baidu for one to the demon battlefield full of undead, and one to the ruins of the 'Silver Leaf City' controlled by the Magru tribe.

The old Borg's carriage crossed the barrier and passed through the woods into an open field. It was from here that the bloodied adventurers came out. A fierce battle is taking place here, and a large number of undead are pouring out of the mouth of the canyon, and the sound of killing is shocking.

More than a dozen wooden forts have been erected outside the canyon, which are being repeatedly attacked by the undead. At least fifty skeletal minotaurs are constantly tearing down the outer walls of the fortress with plate axes, followed by thousands of skeletons and ghosts, and there is no shortage of high-end goods.

When the carriage arrived, the rookie in the carriage was immediately frightened, completely unexpectedly encountering such a large-scale battle. They were about to flee with a scream, but the coachman whipped his horse's whip and drove the wagon to the fort.

Old Borg even jumped out of the carriage and shouted at the top of his voice: "The latest arrival of 'evil spirit oil' is a bottle of three gold coins." 'Corpse Poison Cleansing' lotion, two gold coins in a large bucket. Wrapped in a bandage, with a hemostatic effect, five gold coins. ”

The dwarf witch doctor is selling, and at least a hundred heads have popped up in more than a dozen fortresses, all of them are scolding. Someone raised his voice and scolded: "Old dwarf, do you want to make a fortune from the dead? We're desperate, but you're selling at a high price. ”

Old Borg was indifferent at all, and only continued to shout: "Harmony Firm provides the best quality service, delivery to the battlefield, the quantity is limited, please hurry up if necessary." I'm about to leave for 'Silver Leaf City'. ”

The adventurers in the fortress scolded and cursed, but they still ran out of a dozen people and rushed to the dwarf witch doctor, bringing a large number of collected demon bones or battlefield leftovers, and noisily demanding a quick valuation and a change of medicine.

"Hurry up, come and get a bucket of 'corpse poison clearing'. I have a brother who can't hold on. ”

"What about the bandages? I'm going to do a dozen. ”

"Old Borg, I have an elven belt here, you can estimate the price. I can exchange it for a bottle of 'Evil Spirit Oil' and sell it to you. ”

In the face of the onslaught of the undead, the fortress became a bazaar for the sale of medicines. Old Borg ignored the adventurers who were so anxious that his throat was smoking, he slowly appraised the goods, determined the price, and then dragged out a few large boxes from the carriage and opened the boxes to sell the medicine.

The adventurers took the medicine and hurried towards the wooden fortress, shouting happily halfway: "The medicine is here, the medicine is here, and you can brush it for two more days." This time there are a lot of undead rushes, and we are going to make a fortune. ”

On the fort, several archers glued arrows to the 'evil spirit oil' they had bought, specifically targeting the spirits of the spirits that were floating around. With each hit, the green grease applied to the arrow bursts, effectively weakening the void that is not afraid of physical damage.

Behind the walls of each fortress, there were even a few strong men with axes, grabbing a bottle of 'evil spirit oil' and throwing it at the skeletal minotaur who was attacking. The crackling grease splattered open, directly damaging the undead's core, triggering the Minotaur's angry roar.

It's just that the strong man with the axe is throwing it away, but there are adventurers scolding behind him, "Chop with an axe, idiot." The demon bones that sputtered too much 'evil spirit oil' can't be sold, do you want to fucking do it for nothing? ”

The fight outside the canyon was hot, and the old Borg's business was also hot, but a few rookies in the carriage were dumbfounded. They were frightened at first, but they were incomprehensible by the strange situation.

A rookie asked blankly, "Why are these people so desperate?" ”

On the carriage, the adventurer who led the team laughed and said, "Do you see those wooden fortresses?" They were all built by His Excellency Hugo. Each fort is rented for twenty gold coins per day, and there is no counter-offer. The people who rent the fortress naturally have to work hard in order not to lose money. ”

A few rookies were even more surprised, "Twenty gold coins a day? What fortress is so expensive to rent? ”

"Expensive?" The adventurer who led the team said enviously: "This price is very cheap, and it can't be rented at all without a little relationship." The area outside the canyon is limited, and only a dozen fortresses can be spread, and there is no need to worry about no one renting at all.

Each fort has a harmonious village to provide logistics services, so you don't have to worry about eating, drinking, and Lazar. As long as you fight with peace of mind, you can earn hundreds or thousands of gold coins a week.

There are so many undead in the Bloodflow Canyon, it is said that there are more than 100,000 of them. At least two waves of undead rush out every day. Work hard here for a month, and the expenses of a lifetime will be in hand. I don't know how many adventurers want to come, but unfortunately they can't get up. ”

After speaking, the adventurer who led the team in the carriage also whispered regretfully: "We are not strong enough, and we can't fight for this kind of errand with a lot of oil and water, so we can only play with you." ”

A few rookies were indignant, "Aren't we qualified to join the battle against the undead?" We can beat the bear goblins away. ”

After a while, the elder Borg sold out all the boxes of goods on hand. He couldn't stand the rookies with their eyes too high, so he shouted to the front fortress: "Put a skeleton here, there are a few young heroes here who want to see and learn." ”

There was a boo in the direction of the fortress, and soon a cowardly skeleton with a sword and shield was released. This demon has a low body, an ugly face, and a long tail behind it, which makes it more agile to transform into a skeleton.

Several rookies couldn't stand the excitement, so they grabbed their weapons and jumped down from the carriage, circling around the bad demon skeleton. The adventurer who led the team in the car scolded with a bitter face: "Old Borg, you are really causing trouble for me, if something happens to these VIPs, I can't afford to pay for it." ”

"It's good to let these rookies suffer a little." The dwarf witch doctor put all the demonic bones and loot he had exchanged for his medicine into a box and reloaded it into the cart, "lest they get into more trouble if they don't know what is going on." ”

A few rookies are fighting with the Bad Demon Skeleton, and the two sides are going back and forth for several rounds. The rookies are numerous, but they spare their lives, the attack is not decisive, the cooperation is not tacit, and the retreat is not fast.

After fighting for a long time, someone was nailed to the thigh by the tail bone of the bad demon, and he fell to the ground and cried in pain. Instead of rescuing, the other rookies turned and fled, watching their companions be hacked to death by the devils.

An arrow swooped in, and the Bad Demon skeleton was crucified to the ground first. The rookie who fell to the ground hugged his thighs with tears in his eyes, and when the adventurer who led the team came up, he didn't know that he had just almost died.

"Old Borg, the trouble you caused, my client's wound medicine has to be paid by you."

"Don't think about it, I'm doing it for their good. They should be grateful to me and pay double the price for my medicine. ”

A few rookies were stupid, watching the adventurers who led the team fight with Lao Bo. They gathered around their wounded companions, and finally felt the cruelty and horror of the actual battle. It's a lot more exciting than playing around with goblins.

The elder Borg was finally given medicine, and the injured rookie was cleaned and bandaged. The injury was slightly stabilized, and a rookie had a whim

"I heard that Victor. His Excellency Hugo is about the same age as us. If he comes to deal with this monster, will he be able to win? ”

Aha, the old Borg, who was bandaging, suddenly laughed, and even the adventurer who was protecting the rookie couldn't help but be happy.

The dwarf witch doctor said with exaggeration: "That's a good question. But Victor didn't need to come at all. All he needed to do was give an order, and all the undead in this canyon would have to be sold by him for money. ”

Knight of the Light

Knight of the Light

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Chapter 0241 - Monster Farming