Eldrainabaru, the largest underground market.

This is a place where goblin merchants gather, and it is also a completely neutral place, where there is a common rule that no race, no creature, can cause harm to other species that come to trade, and cannot attack each other, even if the other party is your mortal enemy, not to kill your father's enemy. In this mysterious dungeon, goblin guards are armed with the most advanced weapons in the entire continent, and they will appear wherever there is a quarrel, and whatever the reason for you to fight, as long as you start the battle first, the guards will grab you and throw you outside.

It can be said that in this mysterious underground trading platform, peace is regarded as the first principle, and the goblin chamber will not look at your race, status, identity, as long as you have your pocket, as long as you have enough gold coins, you can buy anything you want here.

The most advanced equipment, the invention of black technology, as large as heavy weapons, the oil refining industry, as small as daily necessities, smuggled guns, forever safe cured meat, all kinds of precious fish species in the deep sea, and even treasure maps, etc., as long as the outside world has it, it has it here, as long as you can afford the price.

The first time Abdul-Jabbar followed Bloodhoof into the dungeon, he was stunned by what he saw.

It is a sprawling underground palace, similar to the Zerg Cave, but unlike the Zerg Cave, the architecture here is an ornate black gemstone floor, with solid cryolite walls, and huge load-bearing stone pillars rising from the ground to the roof. Adorned with brilliant white masonry, you can hardly imagine how rich these goblin merchants are.

The passage into the dungeon forms a platform at the entrance, and in front of the platform, the height of the dungeon drops sharply, with a drop of tens of meters, and the sound of the bustling bazaar comes from below, just like another world.

The guards carefully checked the trader's identity before allowing him to enter the elevator and into the underground, a great, prosperous and wealthy city.

Jabbar followed Bloodhoof, a regular customer here, and every autumn, the Minotaur chieftain would come to the dungeon with some of the best wheat seeds or raw honey from the cliffs to trade in exchange for some of the tribe's essential necessities. This is the lowest level of trade in the Goblin Mall, so the Goblin Guards almost let these Minotaurs in with a look of disdain.

And this year, this mysterious dungeon has come to an equally mysterious creature, an orc.

Bloodhoof couldn't think of any reason to let Abdul-Jabbar pass through the guards at first, the dungeon was so strict that the appearance of a new species would almost have to be reported to the Chamber of Commerce Federation's headquarters for approval.

But Abdul-Jabbar later came up with a way to get through security to the city. That lion king's cloak, this domineering equipment can undoubtedly be sold for a good price in the black market, such a huge and complete lion skin, in the dungeon business district, can be regarded as a mid-to-high-end goods, which also makes the goblin guards' attitude towards Bloodhoof and Jabbar suddenly a hundred times better......

Of course, entering the dungeon, whether to sell it or not is another matter, Jabbar only regarded it as an admission ticket, and did not intend to actually sell the lion skin. That's a treasure that I got with all my life, how can I sell it casually, even if someone offers a high price.

"Bloodhoof, aren't you afraid of encountering ogres here?"

Entering the dungeon, Abdul-Jabbar began to ask questions, for this kind of neutral trade organization and place, Uncle Orc has too much puzzlement, and it is the first time he has seen this model of commercial activity. Abdul-Jabbar has a hard time understanding how it maintains inter-ethnic stability.

"The ogres were originally not allowed to enter, because after they came to this continent, they brought great harm to the free people of the continent, and slaughtering the creatures here was their only goal, so even such mercenary goblins were unwilling to let them in, for fear of disturbing the order here. ”

"But?"

Jabbar reacted quickly, and Bloodhoof didn't have anything to say.

"Yes, later, the war between the ogre and us, as well as the war with the trolls and the lizardmen, were inconclusive, and the battle entered a stalemate, gradually, some goblins who saw the money started an unsavory business with the ogre, and this kind of thing became more and more, the chairman of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, Kasrogas, knew about it, and thought that this kind of private trade could not be allowed to become more and more rampant, so he ordered the establishment of a huge underground palace market in the southwest corner of the dungeon, which was specially used to house the ogre trade, so the entire goblin dungeon market, the ogre's trading area was separated from us。 They did not see the merchants and traders of the main city. This is also to better maintain the order system of the entire dungeon. ”

Bloodhoof said as he looked at the street stalls on the side of the road, these were the lowliest vendors, who could not afford to rent luxurious storefronts, so they had to set up stalls in the noisy streets, one next to the other, and the goblin guild would charge them a small rent every year so that these small traders could survive here. And the cargo that Bloodhoof is looking for is also among them.

"For the sake of money, I do any business. ”

Abdul-Jabbar said depressedly as he carried the ornate war hammer, unaware that the star-studded hammer with huge white diamonds had attracted the interest of many goblin merchants. Obviously, compared to the tattered outfit of Bloodhoof, Abdul-Jabbar's equipment is equivalent to a rich second generation and a poor guy standing together. All the goblin merchants cast treacherous glances, as if walking in the slums Jabbar was a moving pile of gold.

"Hello, sir, do you want to buy something today, or sell something?"

Bloodhoof led Abdul-Jabbar as he walked through the noisy low-end market, and finally, a well-dressed goblin merchant couldn't help but step down from the aristocratic quarter and come to Abdul-Jabbar's side, the dwarfs didn't care if there was an unknown creature standing in front of them, or something else...... The tone also became strange because of greed.

"Bloodhoof, what is he talking about?"

But Abdul-Jabbar obviously didn't understand what this little man was saying, he had just come to this world for less than half a year, and he could barely understand the bull's head, and for the goblin language, the orc uncle was simply confused. Looking for the minotaur chief next to him to be the translator.

"Oh, he's asking you, do you want to buy something or sell something. ”

Bloodhoof translated calmly, not seeming to notice anything wrong.

"You tell him I'm just here to hang out. ”

"That's not good, you came in and said you were going to sell the cloak on your back. ”

Bloodhoof said, pointing to the fur behind Jabbar.

"I'm just perfunctory with that guard. ”

But Abdul-Jabbar shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't plan to actually sell. Bloodhoof knows it too.

"Then you'd better find an excuse to prevaricate this little man. ”

Bloodhoof stood beside Jabbar, smiling and letting Uncle Orc figure it out for himself.

"Well, then tell him that I'm coming to sell lionskin cloaks, but I'm looking for a suitable buyer. ”

The goblin trader took the trouble to stand in front of Jabbar and the Minotaur, patiently listening to what the two big guys had to say. The dryad guards around the goblins were a little annoyed, and they had the impression that no civilian had dared to talk to a rich goblin merchant like this, as if in the eyes of this "beast", the noble Midmis Goblin Chamber of Commerce Council was just an annoying little trader. He doesn't want to pay attention to the general at all? (To be continued.) )