Orc Tyrant

Rumor has it that there is an age-old relic in the underground of Asmedog, but the official does not recognize it.

Because before humans arrived in this land, the only civilized race here was the Harpy, but it was impossible for them to build their nest underground, and the historian generally denied that the civilization of the Harpy was longer than that of humans.

But anyone who really knows the city knows that this ruin exists. It is a huge ruin, composed of a large number of unnatural giant passages, and contains many secrets. Since the first colonists came, People continue to explore in depth.

Some people became rich overnight, but more people disappeared into the dark underground labyrinth. Only a few people really understood the secrets. After hundreds of years of development, the shallow part of this underground ruin became Aspen. Medog is a treasure trove of filth and dirt, many unidentified people

Spontaneously gathered here, forming a bazaar for special transactions.

Some people call it the ghost market.

Because of the pre-paved roads, the journey to the bottom of the city was smooth at first.

But now they have reached the most densely populated floor. Yasco's car and his hired guards can only wriggle slowly in the narrow streets, and they may walk faster.

But this modified car can provide him with enough protection. In this place, even the mighty one must be cautious, because no one knows what kind of people or creatures are hidden in this area.

At least as far as he knows, the blood worship should have a stronghold in the depths, but he has not sent anyone to investigate, and he does not want to attract the attention of those lunatics.

"If you dare to lie to me."

Jascoe said casually while playing with his dagger.

"I will make sure they keep some of your organs before they pour you into the cement and throw them into the sea."

The glass of the sedan was shaken slightly by the noisy human voice and some kind of endless noise.

"The agreed place is here."

There was a small, mouse-like looking thin man who folded his hands together to assure him, but his face was much darker than when he set out.

"I had a lot of business talks with him."

"Business I don't know?"

There was a smile on the corner of Jascoe's mouth, the man hesitated for a moment, and the subsequent silence obviously answered everything.

"It's an arms deal."

A tall woman sitting in the co-pilot's position directly revealed the answer.

There are almost no law enforcers at the bottom of the city, and the only few laws here are enforced by masters who can hire thugs, or gangs who can hold a large enough territory.

Yasco is the main law enforcer and legislator of this film.

"Basically."

The wretched man also admitted.

"But there are others, food, medicine..."

"The Huanxin Pill, a medicine like Lady White?"

Yasco immediately guessed that the thin man nodded again. These are all forbidden drugs. Long-term use is fatal, but they are all profitable.

Jasco opened the glass drapery on one side and observed the lively bazaar illuminated by countless luminous cloth strips with his eyes-many of which were dim in color, and the rest flashed in a way that made him feel unlucky With.

Suddenly he couldn't help but imagine, what would this place be like if the lights suddenly went out?

The result made him feel a bit of crisis: There is no doubt that thousands of people will be trampled to death in panic, and he will also be in danger.

"It seems to be there."

The thin man pointed to a large tent decorated with overly ornate flags.

The car stopped abruptly, and the thin man ran out of the car in a hurry. He didn't dare to look back at the people in the car, but many bodyguards dispersed and surrounded the place.

At this time, more curious and malicious eyes were cast here, the strange atmosphere began to spread on the street, more lights began to flash and dim, and some people who smelled the atmosphere had already packed their goods and luggage. Go find a safe place to hide.

Jascoe is still playing with his dagger, the weapon he used to kill for the first time when he was thirteen years old, and he still keeps it well to remind himself not to ignore anyone who seems harmless.

"There are missed far to welcome, some lost far to welcome."

Soon, a huge man with a ruddy complexion hurriedly walked out of the tent to greet Yasco, his lush beard tied with a ribbon according to the latest fashion and tied into a pigtail.

"Geer, you old hooligan, it's been a long time since I saw you!"

One of Yasco's capable men suddenly ran over from the back of the car and slapped the strong man on the back. The strength comparable to Oak shook the opponent.

"You also brought a lady!"

Suddenly, he stretched out a big finger wearing a ring towards the person behind the giant man.

It was a woman wearing a veil, she didn't look tall, and she was wearing a very loose robe. .

"Ah, yes."

As if thinking of his companion, Geer quickly began to introduce it, and Yasco happened to get out of the car.

"Boss Yasco, this is Mrs. Morrowind."

"Ah, this is obviously a lady with a unique taste and a unique eye."

Yasco acted like an upper-class gentleman, gently holding the other's hand, and then kissing the back of his hand.

"It's like the evening breeze on the plateau of flames, refreshing."

"Black eyes really have a pair of venomous eyes."

After a chuckle, a tactful reminder came from under the veil.

"It's all praise from friends."

Jasco said that he followed the other person into the tent, while the bodyguards stood at the entrance to let out the wind, ensuring that their conversation would not be heard by other guests.

The thin man didn't know if he should follow up, and then he decided not to follow, but pretended to be interested in the finger bone carvings on the table outside the store.

"I have expressed my sincerity, and the goods can be shipped soon."

The inside of the tent seems to be another space. It is absolutely invisible from the outside that there is a meditation room with a large area inside. The Mrs. Morrowind also took off her disguise and revealed her wings-she turned out to be a meditation room. Harpy.

"Yes, we have conveyed your sincerity over there."

The giant man sitting across from Yasco nodded.

"But you have to understand that it is not us, nor them, that is in charge, but... it."

"So you don't know what it means?"

Jacques made his own voice mixed with just the right amount of curiosity.

But Mrs. Chenfeng shook her head and said:

"They are always irritable and fickle, and cannot be considered with normal trading thinking."

"Then what else do I need to do."

Jascoe's voice seemed unhurried or slow, because he knew that such women would definitely leave a deeper meaning in the words.

"You may have misunderstood. Geer and I are just middlemen. Bishop Hannibal asked us to coordinate this matter, but we dare not make a profit."

"I didn't mean it."

Yasco replied with a polite and indifferent tone, while digesting this amazing new information-the leader of this transaction turned out to be the rumored deceased Wendigo Church, and Hannibal had also heard of this person. , But only a little bit of rumors.

You must also pay attention when dealing with these cultists. They seem to be so used to eating people that they have regarded it as a delicacy.

"It shouldn’t take too long to wait. I understand their temperament. Patience is never part of their due character. You can ship the cargo first and select a representative. I suggest it’s better to be stronger, that’s more. In line with their aesthetics and tastes."

Then Yasco stayed in the store for a while, bought a spider hair rug that he thought would fit his study well, and then left.

When he stepped into the busy market again, he nodded to the thin man who was waiting for him, and the other party immediately leaned on like a big and hungry green skin ass. come.

"Boss?"

"Just stay here and let me know if you have any news."

He glanced at the other person and decided to let him live for now.

"I hope you can give me some good news when you come back.

"Yes Yes!"