Sign in at the end of the world: Start by devouring the Flame Demon Lord

[God’s Domain, Floor 80, Lagrain Town]

In the middle of the land surrounded by forests, stands a small town made of rocks.

As a dangerous level with many dangerous places, countless players have fallen into this mysterious jungle.

As the only safe area on the 80th floor, this small town surrounded by mountains has become the best choice for many players to recuperate.

The town has been set up as a restricted area for monsters, and all skills are insulated from the use of the town.

Any player's skills and weapons will be ineffective in the town, thus avoiding all overt fighting and killing.

As a result, the town has become an excellent place for players to escape the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Some players know that there is no hope of escaping this virtual world.

He even chose to live in peace in a small town and spend the rest of his short life in peace and tranquility...

The sun is shining brightly, spring is full of joy, and the European-style retro streets are crowded with people, a mixture of fish and dragons.

Warriors in armor passed by orcs covered in fur, and the sounds of players shouting and arguing could be heard from both sides.

Players not only recuperate and recuperate in this town...

Some players will also take the loot in the level to trade in the market in the town.

The types of these traded items are also all kinds of strange.

There are furs and teeth of wild beasts, sophisticated equipment like armor and swords, and rare potion crystals are even more numerous and endless...

There were endless shouts on the street, and among the crowds of people, several tall figures came from the end of the street to the market.

I saw several sturdy orcs with ferocious faces walking from a distance.

The dense crowd around him was rudely knocked aside.

The player who was knocked down looked unhappy at first.

Just as he was about to scream, he suddenly fell silent after seeing the orcs' bodies that were several times more powerful.

Some players recognized the faces of these orcs and couldn't help but look frightened:

"He's from the [Wild Beast Guild]!"

As the game world has been closed for several months, many players and guilds have emerged and become famous through clearing battles one after another.

[Wild Beast Guild] is at the top of the guild list. All members of the guild are powerful warriors of the orc tribe, with fierce attacks and cruel temperaments.

Although players are prohibited from using force in this town.

But if players leave this town, they will not be restricted.

There are many cases where players offend big bosses in small towns, only to be hacked to death after leaving...

Unless they can guarantee that they will stay in this small town for the rest of their lives, no one wants to offend such a vicious guild whose members are all villains.

So when I saw these tall figures charging at others provocatively...

Many players can only choose to swallow their anger no matter how unwilling they are.

Several orcs were walking unscrupulously on the street, and they couldn't help but feel happy when they saw the expressions of the passers-by on both sides who were full of anger but yet swallowed their anger.

"A bunch of trash!"

A burly dog-headed orc in the middle opened his mouth full of yellow-stained fangs and cursed wildly.

In the real world, they are just a group of weak ordinary humans.

Even after the end of the world, he was unable to awaken his powers and could only become a miserable survivor wandering in the human base, relying on relief to survive.

But after coming to this virtual world, they can't help but feel the pleasure of having power...

Even some awakened people in reality can only crawl at their feet!

This is like restarting their second life!

If you ignore the damn survival time limit, even letting them live here for a lifetime is not a bad idea!

Several tall and sturdy bodies of orcs ran rampant in the market...

Passing by several street stalls, if you come across the equipment and props you like——

He grinned and took out some junk items that even low-level players looked down upon and "exchanged" them.

Looking at the unwilling expression of the stall owner who dared to be angry but dared not speak out, the pleasure in the hearts of several orcs doubled.

They have long known the famous bosses in the town by heart, and they are even more comfortable dealing with these miscellaneous fish.

In this way, several strong orc men wandered to a stall next to the alley in the center of the market.

The dog-headed orc was holding an apple he had just snatched in his hand. He was eating a big piece of it and passing it by.

Suddenly, there was a faint golden light flashing in the corner of my eyes...

The dog-headed orc looked suddenly, and his eyes widened——

I saw a pile of glittering skill scrolls stacked on the stall in front of me! !

The dog-headed orc's pupils suddenly widened, and he quickly called to his companions.

Several orcs stared at the skill scrolls on the stall with horrified expressions.

You know, skill scrolls cannot be obtained by just killing a few monsters.

Compared to prop weapons, the explosion rate of skill scrolls is ridiculously low.

And the more advanced the boss, the smaller the probability of exploding the skill scroll!

"They are probably all low-level scrolls exploded by some mobs..."

The dog-headed orc secretly thought, but the skill scroll is so precious, selling it off will surely bring a lot of benefits.

Thinking like this, the dog-headed orc was secretly happy, but he looked up at the stall owner with a ferocious expression:

"Hello!"

The entire stall was covered with only a piece of black cloth, on which pale golden skill scrolls were piled up in a haphazard manner.

Next to the stall, there is a wicker chair woven with green vines.

A man in a black robe sat on a rattan chair with his face obscured by a hat on his head.

In his arms was a dark black cat, which looked obedient.

Hearing the dog-headed orc's call, the stall owner sitting on the rattan chair raised his head slightly.

The hot sun shone on the hat, and half of his face could be vaguely seen.

"How much do you sell these skill scrolls for?"

The corners of the stall owner's mouth opened and closed, as if he had just woken up, and he slowly said:

"Only exchange, not sell."

"Oh?"

The dog-headed orc was not surprised but happy to hear this, his mouth cracked, revealing a pair of jagged, yellow-stained ferocious fangs:

"That's just right, I have some treasures here!"

The dog-headed orc waved his hand, and several iron swords and armors were scattered in front of the stall.

"These are all treasures that our [Mad Beast Guild] has accumulated after many days of clearing the level..."

"Is it okay to exchange them for your skill scrolls?"

The dog-headed orc smiled evilly, and several orc companions beside him also looked at the stall owner lying on the rattan chair with ferocious faces.

His words have already pointed out his origin, and the implication is that you should not be ungrateful...

The ninth-ranked guild in the entire server, anyone who sees it will be afraid of it!

Looking at the equipment thrown by the dog-headed orcs, the iron swords are rusty, and even the armor has been damaged for a long time...

It can be seen that it is garbage that no one picks up on the road.

Many players have stopped to watch, and they are angry at the orcs who bully others.

He shook his head and sighed at the poor stall owner.

It probably took a lot of time to collect these skill scrolls, but under the pressure of the general situation, he could only compromise.

However, what no one expected was that the black-robed stall owner said calmly:

"No change."

It seemed that he was a little more sober, and even his voice became much clearer...