Broad World

In the city of the dark elves, things like the execution of slaves happened every day, and it was not worth making a fuss about, but the next scene left people stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

A dark elf woman wearing the sign of a high priestess came over and asked sharply, "Lisol, what happened here?"

"The slave has always been disobedient, and I'm getting tired of it." The dark elf warrior named Lisol didn't notice the flash of murderous intent on the face of the priestess, and replied proudly.

Hearing this answer, the priestess' anger exploded instantly. She widened her eyes and shouted, "This slave is not your property! He is mine!"

"Hold... sorry, Mistress. The slave didn't listen to the order, and I have already executed it." Lisol obviously sensed that the situation was not good, and quickly found an excuse for himself.

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

\u0026nb{}Book% Bar{small} said 3.nsb.msp;?? But this excuse is a bit clumsy, obviously not enough to appease the anger of the priestess. She directly pulled out the snake's head whip from her waist and sneered: "Hmph! Listen clearly, idiot. You are easier to replace than a well-trained slave!" As soon as the words fell, the snake's head whip flew out , Wrapped around Lisol's neck at once, and tightened it quickly. While desperately trying to break the whip, he begged, "But... Mistress... Please! Don't..."

But unfortunately, the High Priestess turned a deaf ear to this. After a while, the dark elf warrior who killed the slave without authorization died completely. He probably never dreamed of it. If he just killed a slave, he would die on the spot.

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

The guy who was regarded as a hero a few minutes ago has become an unlucky victim in an instant. There is no sympathy, no mercy, and the onlookers even privately laughed at him as a fool. slave. deserve it.

The patrol team responsible for maintaining law and order stood by and watched from the beginning to the end, without any intention of coming over to take care of it. In the city of the dark elves, the mistress has the power of life and death over her family and has not broken any laws. As for slaves, they are not considered human beings at all, they are animals, sacrifices, and property, and they do not enjoy any rights at all. "It's really a city full of evil, chaos, distortions, lies, and conspiracies. It's simply the best paradise for adventurers." After speaking, Henry narrowed his eyes and pretended to be intoxicated. The soldier was so frightened that he took several steps back before stopping.

Carrig secretly lamented the acting skills of His Majesty the King. Then he smiled and shook his head: "Let's go, let me take you to the front stall to pick out two heavy-handed weapons. There are everything from longswords, halberds to axes and hammers, and occasionally you can see some weapons even exposed to the sun. A good thing that won't be ruined."

"Oh? It sounds interesting." The corners of Henry's mouth were slightly raised, letting the evil smile hang on his face again. He was acting like most dark elves now, only more neurotic and a little crazy.

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

The boss is a dark elf male of indeterminate age, wearing an ordinary fine gold chain mail, with two thick arms exposed outside, which are almost twice as thick as most dark elves. It can be seen that he has been engaged in heavy physical strength all year round. The muscle mass that can only be formed by labor is likely to be a professional blacksmith.

His way of doing business is very peculiar, neither shouting loudly, nor talking nonsense, every weapon has a price clearly marked on it, either pay and leave, or leave.

Carrig pointed to the stall owner and introduced in a low voice: "Don't underestimate this guy, he is the best blacksmith in Uster Nazar, and many martial art masters of the family come here to customize weapons. Those on the shelves 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 for a closer look, and couldn't help but nodded slightly: "It's really good, the time of quenching, annealing, and tempering is just right, the texture is hard, and it is not easy to curl the blade. Everything is a masterpiece.”

He had learned forging for a period of time. Although he couldn't put all his heart and soul into the forged swords like those real famous blacksmiths, he still had no problem in distinguishing good from bad and the level of craftsmanship.

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

No way, forging magic weapons has always been a time-consuming and labor-intensive job. If one person always does it from start to finish, it will take a few years for the body to be exhausted. Therefore, it is very important to have a right-hand man in the forging process. Henry's comments just now showed a very professional side, which is why he received special favor.

"Sorry, I'm here to buy weapons, and I'm not very interested in forging." Henry put the dagger back on the shelf while speaking. 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, but 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 very strange, It must be new here, right?"

"That's right, my name is Nim, and I'm here with the gray dwarf caravan. I'm going to make a name for myself here." Henry raised his chin slightly when he said this. Pretending to be defiant.

He must mix into the upper class in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, it will be too late when Aberdell and his party come in. What is the fastest way to become famous in the dark elf city? Very simple, go to a duel. As long as you can defeat the martial arts masters of those top-ranked families, the door to the nobility will soon be open for you.

Of course, choosing this path also means being accompanied by killing and conspiracy. Fortunately, Henry himself is not a dark elf. As long as Allen is rescued, the prelude to destruction can be directly opened, allowing the world to recognize his ferocity and cruelty again.

The stall owner squinted his eyes and looked around, but didn't continue to sarcasm. Instead, he stood up and pointed to the weapon on the rack behind him.

"They are all my painstaking efforts. Each piece is infused with magic and adamantine. Both the sharpness and hardness have reached the top level. But please remember, don't take them to the surface to fight foolishly, because Once out of the arms behind Rose and exposed to the sun, it will soon decay and become a pile of useless dust."

"Can't we do something about it? I still want to take them to the surface to kill those "goblins"." Henry once again pretended to be dissatisfied and hated, just like all dark elves, they behaved very aggressively and anger.

"No, and I don't want to. Imagine it. If the garbage on the surface also uses our weapons, it would be a great insult. Bah!" The boss spat on the ground angrily. He made no secret of his hatred for the surface dwellers.

After venting the hatred in his heart, he stroked his stubble-covered chin and smiled: "Haha, I'm sorry, I got agitated accidentally. If you want some weapons that won't be corroded by the sun, then here I am There are also a few good loots from the surface, though much more expensive."

Henry shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's okay, take out those incorruptible weapons and have a look, and choose two knives for me, remember to be long knives, not machetes."

He didn't care if this person hated the surface creatures. Anyway, the dark elves were a group of materialists. In order to survive, this guy would definitely kneel down and lick his boots.

"Ha, this is a big deal, I'm going to search in the box." After speaking, the boss plunged into the back cabinet and began to search.

While no one was paying attention, Henry bent down and whispered into Carrig's ear, "My gold coins are not convenient to use here. Pay for me in a while, and return them to you when I get back to the hotel."

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

After a while, the boss came out with a spear, a staff, a dagger, and two long knives in sheaths.

He threw these things on the container and said to Henry: "Okay, here are all the things you want. The spear is 15,000 gold coins, the walking stick is 20,000, the dagger is 7,500, and the two long knives are a total of 1,000." Two, if you want me to erase all the odds for you, it will be 43,000 gold coins. In addition, I can use gems, precious metals, magic items and other valuable things to pay for the bill here."

Henry roughly glanced at these things, and couldn't help but sigh secretly that the magical weapons and armor underground are really cheap, especially the spear that exudes the breath of death, which is definitely close to the legendary weapon, and it only sold for 15,000.

But it's no wonder, because most of the dark elves' fine gold weapons can reach level three enchantment, which is not much different from legendary weapons with level five enchantment, and the price is also cheaper. With them, who needs those complicated crafts on the surface? , expensive things.

Since he just made a fortune in the city of the sahuagin not long ago, he can be said to be rich and powerful now, so he nodded without hesitation and said, "Very good things, I want them all."

Hearing this sentence, the corners of Carrig's mouth couldn't help twitching, and a very painful expression appeared on his face, but who made him agree to it just now. After the transaction was over, two-thirds of the items on the caravan were missing, and most of the rest were worthless junk...