Broad World

In the dark elf city, things like the execution of slaves happen every day, which is not worth the fuss at all, but the next scene is stunned and can't be recovered for a long time.

I saw a dark elf female wearing the high priestess logo coming over and screaming, "Lisor, what happened here?"

"The slave has always been disobedient, I'm already a little tired." The dark elf warrior named Lisor didn't notice the flash of killing intent on the priestess's face, and replied triumphantly.

Hearing this answer, the priestess's anger exploded in an instant. She rounded her eyes and shouted, "This slave is not your property! He is mine!"

"Hug... I'm sorry, mistress. The slave did not listen to the order and was executed by me." Lisol apparently also noticed that the situation was not good, and quickly found an excuse for himself.

In the dark elf society, women have a higher status than men, they are taller, stronger, and more dangerous. Their characters are capricious, and it is very likely that they were very close to you in the last second, and the sacrificial spider dagger will pierce your heart in the next second.

However, this excuse is a bit clumsy, and obviously not enough to calm the anger of the priestess. She pulled out the snakehead whip on her waist and sneered: "Huh! Listen to me clearly, idiot. You are easier to replace than a well-trained slave!"

As soon as the voice fell, the snake's head whip flew out fiercely, and immediately wrapped Lisor's neck, and quickly tightened it. While desperately trying to remove the whip, he pleaded: "But...mother...please! Don't..."

But it is a pity that the high priestess turned a deaf ear to this. After a while, the dark elf warrior who killed the slave without authorization died out completely. He probably didn't even dream of it. If you just killed a slave, you would die on the spot.

"Idiot! I have other sons when you die. But it will cost a lot of money if the slave dies." The high-ranking priestess directly threw the corpse into the abyss. From her words, you can hear that the guy who was killed turned out to be his own son. This shows the cold blood and cruelty of the dark elf society.

A few minutes ago, he was treated like a hero, and he became a hapless victim in an instant. There was no sympathy, no mercy, and the onlookers even laughed at him privately as an idiot, and killed him casually without the consent of the mistress. slave. Deserve it.

The patrol team in charge of maintaining law and order stood by and saw the end from beginning to end, and there was no intention to come over to take care of it at all. In the dark elf city, the mistress has the power to live and kill her family, and has not violated any laws. As for slaves, they are not people at all, they are animals, sacrifices, and property, and they have no rights at all.

"It's really a city full of evil, chaos, distortions, lies, and conspiracies. It is simply the best paradise for adventurers." After speaking, Henry squinted his eyes and pretended to be very intoxicated. There were a few gray dwarfs next to him. The soldier was so frightened that he stepped back several steps before stopping.

Carrig sighed secretly the acting skills of the King. Then he smiled and shook his head: "Let me take you to the stall in front to choose two sunken weapons. There are everything from swords and halberds to axes and hammers, and occasionally you can see some even when exposed to sunlight. Good things that won’t be ruined."

"Oh? It sounds funny." Henry's mouth turned up slightly, letting the evil smile on his face again. He now behaves like most dark elves, except that he appears more neurotic and a little crazy.

Squeezing through the bustling crowd, the caravan came to a booth full of various swords and armors. Many people picked and picked here, and some came here to sell their trophies.

The boss is a dark elf male who can't see his age. He wears an ordinary fine gold chain mail. His two sturdy arms are exposed outside, almost twice as thick as most dark elf. At first glance, he has been engaged in heavy physical strength all year round The muscle mass formed by labor is likely to be a professional blacksmith.

His way of doing business is very peculiar. He neither shouts publicity nor talks nonsense. Every weapon is clearly marked with a price, and he either pays and takes away, or he just goes away.

Carrig pointed to the stall owner and introduced in a low voice: "Don't underestimate this guy. He is the best blacksmith in Uster Nazareth. Many martial arts masters from the family come here to customize weapons. Those on the shelf Although the sword is more expensive than the surrounding ones, it is definitely worth the money."

Henry stepped forward and picked up a blue-black fine gold dagger to take a closer look. He couldn't help but nodded slightly: "It's really good. The time for quenching, annealing, and tempering is just right, the texture is hard, and it's not easy to roll the blade. One piece is fine."

He has studied forging for a period of time. Although he can't put all his hard work and even his soul into the forged sword like those real famous blacksmiths, he still has no problem distinguishing good from bad and the level of craftsmanship.

"Boy, you have a vision, and I'm sure you must have learned forging. How about, are you interested in working in my shop?" The shop owner obviously heard the comment just now and wanted to recruit an experienced person. helper.

No way, forging magic weapons has always been a time-consuming and laborious work. If one person does it from start to finish in a few years, he will be exhausted. Therefore, it is very important to have a competent helper in the forging process. Henry's comments just now showed a very professional side, so he was particularly favored.

"Sorry, I have come enough to buy weapons, and I don't have much interest in forging." As he said, Henry put the dagger back on the shelf. At this moment, he has made up his mind to collect some useful talents when destroying the city, and the blacksmith in front of him is one of them.

The stall owner who was rejected was not angry. Instead, he sneered and said, “Ha, another ambitious young man, I hope he won’t be swallowed up by this city too soon. By the way, your face looks strange. It should be a newcomer, right?"

"Yes, my name is Nim, and I came with the gray dwarf caravan. I am going to make a name for myself here." Henry deliberately lifted his chin slightly when he said this. Pretend to be defiant.

He must blend into the upper class in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, it would be too late for Aberdare and his party to come in. What is the fastest way to become famous in the Dark Elf City? It's very simple, go to a duel. As long as you can beat the martial arts chiefs of those high-ranking families, the door of nobility will soon be opened for you.

Of course, choosing this path also means being accompanied by killings and conspiracies. Fortunately, Henry himself is not a dark elf. As long as Alan is rescued, he can directly start the prelude to destruction and let the world re-recognize his ferocity and cruelty.

The stall owner squinted his eyes for a while, and did not continue to sarcasm. Instead, he stood up and pointed to the weapon on the shelf behind him.

"They are all my painstaking efforts. Each piece is integrated with magic and adamantine. Both the sharpness and the hardness have reached the top level. But please remember, don't be foolish to take them to the surface for battle, because Once you leave the embrace behind Rose and exposed to the sun, it will soon decay and become a pile of useless dust."

"Can't we do some treatment? I still want to take them to the surface to kill those "fairies"." Henry again put on a look of dissatisfaction and hatred, just like all dark elves, behaving very aggressively And anger.

"No, and I don't want to have it. Imagine. If the **** on the surface also uses our weapons, it would be a big insult. Bah!" Said the boss bitterly on the ground. He made no secret of his hatred for the surface residents.

After venting the hatred in his heart, he touched his stubborn chin and smiled: "Haha, sorry, I got excited by accident. If you want some weapons that will not be corroded by the sun, then I am here. There are also a few good things snatched from the surface, but the price is much more expensive."

Henry shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's okay, take out those weapons that will not decay, and choose two knives for me. Remember it is a long knife, not a machete."

He doesn't care if this person hates surface creatures. Anyway, the dark elves are a group of materialists. In order to survive, this guy promises to kneel down and lick his boots.

"Ha, this is a big deal. I'm going to look for it inside the box." After saying that, the boss plunged into the cabinet behind and started rummaging.

While no one was paying attention, Henry bent down and pressed Carrig's ears and whispered: "My gold coins are not convenient to use here. I will pay the bill for me later, and then I will return it to you when I get back to the hotel."

"It's my honor to be able to serve you." The leader of the gray dwarf caravan also lowered his voice when he answered.

After a while, the boss walked out with a spear, a stick, a dagger, and two long knives inserted in the sheath.

He threw these things on the container and said to Henry: "Okay~www.ltnovel.com~All the things you want are here. Spears fifteen thousand gold coins, canes twenty thousand, daggers seventy-five thousand two. The total number of long knives is twelve thousand. If you want me to erase all the bits, forty-three thousand gold coins. In addition, I can use gems, precious metals, magic items and other valuable things to pay for the bill. "

Henry probably took a look at these things, and couldn't help but sigh that the magic weapons and armors under the ground were really cheap, especially the spear that exuded death, which was definitely close to the legendary weapon, and it was only sold for 15 thousand.

But it’s no wonder, because most of the dark elves’ fine gold weapons can reach level 3 enchantment, which is not much different from the legendary weapons of level 5 enchantment, and the price is cheaper. With them, who needs the complex craftsmanship on the surface , Expensive things.

Since he made a fortune in the city of the Sahua murlocs not long ago, he is now rich in wealth, so he nodded without hesitation and said, "Very good things, I want them all."

Hearing this, Carrig's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and a very painful expression appeared on his face, but who made him agree just now. After the transaction was over, the caravan's goods were less than two-thirds, and most of the rest were worthless tatters... to be continued. .