The Death Knell

The Nuvali people have a different kind of obsession with gold. Generally speaking, the cosmic races will not regard this mineral as a benchmark of value, let alone currency.

Because gold may not be abundant on formed planets, but it is abundant in the universe. In the asteroid belt in space, you can just drive a spacecraft to fish for ore, and then use the most simple method to get it. Refining gold can even be done at home using a crucible.

But the gold that the Vanuli like is special.

The environment of their home planet is very similar to that of the earth, so there is not much gold stock. As their family is developing, they also like to use gold for large settlements when trading with each other.

But after civilizations were able to enter the universe, they also discovered that gold could be found everywhere in the universe, so everyone entered the stage of space mining.

They even hollowed out the Boötes region, creating a cosmic void without stars or planets.

More than four million planetary systems have been turned into waste by their mining spacecraft. After superb technology is used for mining, the so-called unusable residue is just a little bit of inert gas.

They obtained a large amount of gold, but people only felt empty, because mining work did not make them happy, and even the gold that used to make them happy no longer looked attractive.

So the smart Nuvali people quickly understood that what they wanted was not the gold itself, but the process of obtaining gold through trade.

Doing business and making gold are their source of happiness.

So everyone took out their own gold and gathered the first batch of goods. People around the world came together to form the Nuvali Consortium, and then re-adjusted the direction of civilization development and began to make transactions with all major races in the universe.

Because they were technologically advanced and adhered to business principles, their business quickly prospered.

Even though the constellation Boötes had formed a cosmic void with a diameter of 220 million light-years at that time, except for the Nuvali galaxy, there was no other hair in the universe. Many aliens wanted to come here to trade, and there was not even a stop on the way. Hold in your pee...

But back then, this place was also one of the prosperous trade centers that all races flocked to. As a forerunner civilization, when the Nuvali people were strong, there was no trace of the three major empires of the universe.

However, these good dogs were too down-to-earth in their business, and later fell into the pig-killing plate of the Transcendence Gods, and they have declined since then.

But Su Ming feels that with their military strength and technological level, there is no problem in calling them a fallen empire. Once they rise again, they will become a force that cannot be ignored in the universe.

The key is that this force is easy to manipulate, you just need to make deals with them.

Thinking of this, Su Ming even wanted to play the accordion, because he was the Supreme Mage, and no one knew how to negotiate terms better than him.

"Big business?" The Nuvali man with a funny mustache stuck out his tongue and quickly wiped the wet marks on the corners of his mouth. His dark eyes widened: "It's natural for the guests to see the big boss, but have you brought any of them? Samples coming? I'll report them to make communication easier."

Su Ming dug out a few bags that Xiao Fu had made with pterosaur skin and handed them to the young supervisor.

The Nuvali's heads are like pugs, but their bodies, especially their limbs, are more like toads. Their fingers are webbed, so the palms of their suits look a bit like mittens.

The upright dogman took the handbag. He first scanned the material with his armor and nodded after confirming that it was a pure natural material.

Then he opened the bag and carefully checked the workmanship and the stitching and structure inside.

Finally, he held it with both hands, hunched his neck and looked as far away as possible. This was to appreciate the design ideas.

"It's good. Purely natural goods are always valuable, but I have a problem..."

The mustachioed dog made an invitation gesture and motioned for the three of them to walk with him on the 'red carpet' paved with flowers. He looked up at the man:

"This is the skin of the pterosaurs, and the pterosaurs only exist in that place. They are the product of genetic experiments by the transcendent gods. How did you get it when you call yourself humans?"

Because the goods were related to the Transcendent Protoss, the Nuvali people began to be alert again. The pair of dog eyes were staring at Deathstroke, as if they wanted to dig out the whereabouts of the Transcendent Protoss from his mind.

However, since Deathstroke has long known that they cannot deal with the Transcendent Protoss, and the wilderness is simply the common scar of their entire clan, then why did they specifically use the Pterodactyl skin bag as a trading product?

Is Wilson Enterprise's instant noodles no longer tasty? Or are the stockings not slippery enough?

Of course not, because Su Ming's purpose here is not simply to do business or hire them to help run the zoo, but to let them join and surpass the war of the gods.

The Nuvali people have a special weapon technology that can achieve the effect of one plus one greater than three when combined with humans. They have been studying the weaknesses of surpassing the gods for tens of thousands of years. Although there is still a huge gap in the civilization level that cannot be ignored, At least they can hurt advanced civilizations that surpass the gods.

Facing the question from the mustached alien, Su Ming just smiled miserably, with an indescribable sadness in his expression, but it was a gesture that even a dog could understand. He raised his hand and took out his lightsaber, which turned into a big horn. Start shouting to all the aliens present:

"The earth is barbaric. The largest zoo in the barren land of earth has closed down! The bastard boss has surpassed the gods. He owes us 350 million for food, drink, prostitution and gambling, and ran away with their sister-in-law! We have no choice, we have no choice! We can only take Wearing bags is worth your wages! The original prices are more than 100, 200, and 300 bags, but they are all 20 yuan! All 20 yuan! Beyond the bastards of the gods! You are not human! We have worked hard for you You haven’t paid me wages for tens of thousands of years! Give me back my hard-earned money!”

As soon as the shout with electronic sound came out, the Nuvali people were shocked, but after a short silence, they all started crying.

Even the mustached alien next to him put his paws on Deathstroke's legs with tears streaming down his face, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, and screamed intermittently like a cuckoo crying blood:

"We are all the same! We are the same! Woohoo! The turtle eggs surpass the gods! Give us back our hard-earned money!"

At this time, the distance between humans and Nuvalis has become infinitely closer. The relationship between the two parties no longer seems to be that of business customers, but as comrades-in-arms who are also victims and stand on the same line!

The Nuvali people present must have figured out what happened. That is, after they eliminated the guardian clan that picked peaches and guarded the wilderness, they surpassed the gods and found humans to do the work of the zoo. As a result, Even humans have been deceived.

Now it seems that this race called humans is also having a hard time. They can only kill the largest number of animals in the zoo and make them into bags for sale.

We have the same tragic experience of being deceived, and we all like doing business. Aren’t they natural allies?

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