Warcraft began to appear eight hundred years ago, and it is a product of the same history as the scattered angels. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Since then, there has been a fight between the scattered angels and the monsters.

People hunt demonic beasts to obtain their fur, flesh, bones, and crystal nuclei. Fur is used to weave clothing, flesh and blood are used to eat, bones are used to refine weapons, and crystal nuclei can be used to absorb and incorporate special abilities into weapons. In the same way, Warcraft will hunt people, and they will only eat those people. The contradictions between Warcraft and humans go back and forth like this.

In this primeval area, there are many Warcraft trading markets, which exist in various places. Most of these markets are frequented by independent solitary angels, who sell the magical beasts they hunt in exchange for what they need.

The Warcraft trading market is maintained by the local tribes, and they sit and wait for those wanderers who have been expelled by the tribe to hunt and kill Warcraft. Then they only spent a little bit of things in exchange for the things that the other party risked to die to get on the monsters.

Very shameless approach. However, this is indeed a rule that has been handed down all the time. Those who are exiled by the tribe often make irreparable mistakes. The establishment of these trading markets actually gave them a chance to survive. Exchange your efforts for what you need.

The poor man must have something to hate, and this saying is not unreasonable!

Tower River Warcraft Trade. This is a trading market of the Tahe tribe on the banks of the Tahe River. The tribes that depend on the Tahe River for their livelihood, the trading markets that depend on the tribes for their livelihoods, and the wanderers who depend on the trading markets for their livelihoods.

"Hey, I said you, can you still do business well? You third-order wolf cub, you can eat meat, you can use fur, no matter how expensive it is, it is only more than forty gold coins, as soon as you open your mouth, you will ask me for a hundred gold coins!" said an old fat old man full of oil and water, pointing to a few third-order demon wolves lying on the ground. The fat on his face shook as he spoke.

In front of the obese old man was a man in a black cloak. He kept his head down, making it impossible to see his face. Faced with the obese old man's justified words, he began to pack up the guys on the ground and prepared to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, give you forty gold coins, and these wolves are mine!" shouted the fat old man.

But the cloak walked away without looking back.

Others came and went, and they didn't stop what they were doing because of the little things that happened from time to time. They have always looked only out of their own interests, regardless of the lives or deaths of others. If it is advantageous, it will be squeezed to death, and the other party will no longer be able to make money.

Even so, trading is still going on every day. Every day, there will be a few new faces, and there will be a few acquaintances who will never appear again. In short, there is a steady stream of interests to exchange, never stopping.

"What the hell is this shitty place, it's so black-hearted, it's even more tricky than modern people!" At this moment, Fang Ze was dragging the coarse cloth bag in his hand, wandering around the Warcraft trading market in Tahe, complaining a few words from time to time.

He was the man in the black cloak just now. Faced with all kinds of difficulties from the obese old man, after talking nonsense, he insisted on buying a few demon wolves he had hunted hard for forty gold coins.

Among the third-order demonic beasts, the demon wolf can be said to be one of the weakest demonic beasts, but each one costs at least forty gold coins. Want to collect his three wolves for forty gold coins, what a terrible oppression?

Fang Ze was about to come to the Tahe tribe when he was suddenly attacked by these three wolves on the way. It's a pity that the wolf cubs may be hungry and faint, the three of them went up together, and Fang Ze easily got it.

I heard that there is a trading market for Warcraft in this Tahe tribe, so it's just right, you can make a profit. Fang Ze didn't ask for more, he had a hundred or ten gold coins, as long as he could use them here.

Some large tribes have towns, and Fang Ze can rely on gold coins to stay overnight in any store instead of sleeping in the wild.

The result was to his surprise, the wolf was not sold! The price offered by others was low, so low that there was no bottom line. Is there anyone who does this? This sentence should be Fang Ze asked the fat old man.

Approaching noon, Fang Ze had been wandering around the market since morning. From 100 gold coins, it gradually began to decrease, and finally dropped to 40 gold coins. Fang Ze saw the fat old man again. He was laughing, Fang Ze turned his face away, unwilling to look at him. I just feel like my heart is dripping blood.

"Young man, how is it? sell it or not, it's noon, if you don't sell it, it's not even worth forty gold coins!" the fat old man smiled from ear to ear, and said to Fang Ze very proudly.

"Forty gold coins, sold. Fang Ze didn't want to pay much attention to the person in front of him, he just wanted to take the money and quickly stay away from this terrible place. It is not worth the life of the dead!

"Here you go!" The fat old man took out a bag of money from his waist, which was full of gold coins, threw it to Fang Ze, and said, "Thirty gold coins, no more, no less, take it!"

Thirty Fang Ze was stunned, and then a wave of anger ignited from the bottom of his heart, he pulled the collar of the fat old man, and said, "Thirty, you didn't say that just now, in the blink of an eye, there are ten gold coins missing, and the black heart doesn't want you to be so black!"

"You hurry up and let go, what are you going to do, do it!" The fat old man wanted to pull Fang Ze's hand away with a look of disgust, but Fang Ze's strength was so great that he couldn't move at all.

"Give you a lesson, otherwise you don't know how black-hearted you are!" Fang Ze raised his hand and was about to fight, the fat old man's face suddenly changed, and he fell to his knees.

"Master, you are the master! I don't dare, I don't dare anymore!" The fat old man kowtowed and took out a heavier bag of money from the other pocket, "Master, this is a hundred gold coins, no more, no less, everything you want is here." I don't want the thirty gold coins in your hand, let the small one go!"

Fang Ze was really angry and funny. How could this man be so cowardly? He knelt down before he could fight, how worthless was this knee?

"I took a hundred gold coins, and the thirty will be returned to you. Fang Ze grabbed the money bag, threw the thirty gold coins from before to the fat old man, and left without looking back. The fat old man was holding the money bag and kowtowing.

This man is really strange. If you don't bully the soft and fear the hard, if you don't make a little ruthless, people will not be afraid of you, and they will dare to and pee on your head, which is extremely arrogant. Once you show your ruthless side, people are afraid that you will be afraid and shrink into a dog.

Fang Ze got the money and was thinking about where to stay, but there was a sound of discussion in his ears from time to time. Fang Ze could feel that the people on the street, they were all looking at him, and Fang Ze had also heard some of their conversation.

The fat old man just now was a well-known black-hearted ghost in the Tahe Warcraft Trading Market, whose name was Maka. It has always been him who oppresses others, and no matter which one is targeted by him, he will be unlucky. Because he will shamelessly take away your hard-earned things at the lowest price.

Maka is a member of the Tahe tribe. And on the surface, he is a submissive and presumptuous look, usually so the other party will let him go, and then he can go to the tribe to call people, beat the other party to the point that he can't take care of himself, and then get back the money that was taken by the other party before.

Hearing this, Fang Ze suddenly felt a chill behind him. At this time, the number of people on the street gradually began to decrease, and the last person was left, and the shop was closed.

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