The Death Knell

As every resident of Waterdeep knows, the bustling Docklands is the lifeblood of the city, but it's also the most chaotic place.

People from every part of the continent may appear here. Waterdeep City is known as the Brilliant City, and everyone can find their place here.

Humans, elves, gnomes, and dwarves can all be seen here, and even the cloaked people in the dark corners are likely to be snake people or drows.

This should be the place where you can see the most half-elves and half-orcs. Human slaves are prohibited in Waterdeep City, so the nobles in the city are very willing to import strong orc slaves.

But Waterdeep is not a furnace, but more like a millstone. It will polish all the edges and corners of a person, revealing the gems and jade in the original stone, or more impurities.

Just like the legendary mage Elminster said, this is the easiest place in Faerûn to become famous, and it is also the largest hero tomb on the continent.

There is a huge underground city under Waterdeep City, as well as a network of tunnels that no one can remember clearly. Even the most skilled dwarf miners will get lost in them and be unable to return to the surface.

Not to mention the monsters wandering underground, and the people who are more terrifying than monsters.

According to legend, the mad mage Black Robe Hyrast still lingers underground in Waterdeep City, traveling through endless planes with his mage tower. His wealth and knowledge abound underground.

Therefore, there are always adventurers who dream of being tripped by fine gold, and they go underground through various ways. However, not one of them can return to the surface with the treasure.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many adventurers there are, the dungeon is still there.

At this time, in the bustling dock area, there was a man wearing yellow and black armor, but the people passing by did not even have the courage to look at him.

They had seen a lot of warriors wearing armor. Although it seemed strange to paint the armor, but looking at the huge weapons behind the opponent, there was no problem.

Anyone who is well-informed knows that there are many kinds of powerful mages, but there are often only two kinds of powerful warriors - the ones who wear full body armor and don't show their faces, and the ones who are shirtless and foam at the ready.

The brilliance on that giant sword can almost be seen by a blind man. The warriors who can keep such high-level enchanted weapons are basically legendary warriors.

Numbers are meaningless to legends, and attacking them will often lead to death.

So at this moment, Su Ming was carrying a few pieces of gold, and no one dared to get close to him. It was as if everyone had avoided him, and looked at him with a hint of longing.

Su Ming didn't care what these people thought, and he had just broken up with the owner of the largest magic prop shop in Waterdeep City on bad terms.

He felt that the price of 20,000 gold coins for a space bag was simply robbery. How much gold would it cost and how many dollars would it be converted into?

But the boss said that the 30-pound space bag is the real price. If you can’t afford it, you can consider the 6-pound space bag.

These things are all made by masters. The larger the capacity, the more materials and time are consumed, leaving no room for bargaining.

Su Ming wondered if there was something wrong with the mainland lingua franca he had just learned? The price is too expensive, I can afford it, but I don’t think it’s worth it.

He sat on the pier, looking at the seabirds and sailboats in the distance, enjoying the completely pollution-free air, and thinking about the problem.

Now the income and expenditure are not directly proportional. He earns dollars and spends gold, which seems to be a loss.

If what you earn is gold and you spend it, wouldn't it be more balanced?

As for making money in Waterdeep City, other than stealing and robbing, the money came in too slowly, but a robber didn't fit his profile.

But Su Ming knew a world where gold coins came quickly. As long as he went there and took two orders of business, the gold coins would come.

Precious metal currency has this advantage. No matter whose head is printed on it, gold will always be gold.

But he’d better go to the ‘Glass Slag’ universe first and buy a 16-grid bag.

The trip to Stormwind City went smoothly. The orc invasion had not yet come, and the filial son in the north had not yet performed his filial piety. Su Ming first spent some time secretly learning Common Language in Goldsmith Town, and then swaggered into Stormwind City.

Somewhat different from his image, Stormwind City is not what it looks like in the game yet, it is just a simple town surrounding Stormwind Fortress.

Only after the orc invasion is defeated and the Kingdom of Stormwind regains its lost territory and rebuilds again can it achieve its future majesty.

But these are all human beings, so as long as you ask for directions, you will know where the tailor shop is.

But for some reason, after entering the World of Warcraft universe, he wanted to jump on both feet when walking, and he always wanted to buy a horse or something.

Entering the tailor shop, the bad news came. The largest bag only had 10 compartments, a small silk bag.

"For the glory of the king? Magic pattern cloth, rune cloth, moon cloth? Never heard of it."

The tailor told him this, and Su Ming sighed. He already knew he should go to Darnassus.

However, the elves are obviously in seclusion now. Even if they are allies of humans, they do not welcome humans to Darnassus.

"Ten-square bags are also fine. Buy two and I'll exchange them for gold."

He took out a gold nugget from his armor. In order to use it in different worlds, he deliberately melted it into gold without any markings.

It looks like a big lump, like high-purity nugget gold.

"Why a gold nugget? Did you steal it from the kobold?" The tailor had a slight headache. Should he go to the bank to exchange gold coins for this kind of thing?

"Well, do you want their big candles?" Su Ming rolled his eyes and made a cold joke.

"The alchemist needs candles, but I can't use them here."

The tailor didn't understand the joke at all. He asked his apprentice to go to the bank, and he began to sell the clothes in the store, hoping to get Su Ming to buy a silk robe.

Well, the style looked pretty good and the price was acceptable. Su Ming bought another robe for 1 gold and 25 silver, planning to wear it as pajamas when he got home.

It's a pity. If you were exalted with Stormwind City, there should be a discount.

In the future, building reputation will have to be put on the agenda. There are still good things in World of Warcraft. This is the largest producer of various gemstones.

Have you ever seen a big cat’s eye stone that can be used to sharpen eye lenses? There is also a scope made of Azeroth diamonds.

Thinking of this, Su Ming wanted to buy a pickaxe immediately, fly directly to the crater to mine, and bring a fist-sized diamond back to Marvel. I'm afraid it would be a priceless treasure, right?

Soon, the bag and clothes were in hand. He put his pajamas into the bag, took them out, and put them back in again.

"Very good. It's running normally. Goodbye. Come back again next time."

The tailor said goodbye to him with a black line on his head. He had never heard of anyone whose backpack was not working properly. Isn't it just a bag?

This man is so strange

In another world.

This was a path in the forest, but the woman's screams frightened all the birds on the roadside.

"Let me go, help!"

A woman in a red dress is trapped in a fishing net, but the net is held by a big hand, and the owner of the big hand is a troll.

The troll's skin was rough and spotted, and it was about three meters tall. It was hunched over, carrying several large rocks on its back, and was carrying a woman across a stream.

"Don't scream! The troll is good, you are there to dance, pretty bird! Stonefoot, don't eat the bird!"

It held the woman in front of it and looked at it, its small eyes glowed green, and it spoke in a low voice with a flat mouth, like a voice coming from a tree hole or a well.

"Let me go, let me go!"

The troll ignored her and gently threw the fishing net on his back, as if talking to himself.

"Troll, go home and have a beautiful bird as your wife. She dances beautifully. She's pretty. Don't be afraid. Stone feet are good."

The sound of rushing water could be heard from under its feet, and its huge weight could even directly crush the pebbles at the bottom of the river. This is probably the origin of its name.

"Ah~~~"

"The dancing birds have no appetite for the birds."

The troll carried the woman across the river, comforting her as he continued on the forest path.

When the troll passed by, two white heads popped out of the bushes beside the road.

"It seems we have found her." He whispered to the woman beside him.

The white-haired man looked like a man with a vicissitudes of life, and had a thick beard. There was a scar diagonally downwards on his left eye, but his pupils were golden, like a wild beast.

He was wearing chainmail, carrying two one-handed swords on his back, and a wolf head pendant on the necklace on his chest was trembling slightly.

The woman next to him was very young, but also had white hair. She also had a scar on her left cheek, but it was not as long as the man's scar.

This wound did not destroy her beauty, but made her look even more wild and charming.

She also carries two swords on her back. If she weren't wearing only a white top instead of armor, she and the people around her would look like a father and daughter.

"Okay, it's big and looks like a gentleman, so what's your plan?"

she asked the people around her.

"The plan is that I seem to recognize it."

The man replied in a deep voice as he walked out of the bushes and quickly caught up to stop the troll.

"Oh my god"

The woman covered her face in the bushes. Why does she do this every time?

The man raised a hand, signaling the troll to stop.

"Stone feet?"

The troll's green eyes rested on the man's face, its huge head came close to his face, and a fishy stench hit his face.

"Well"

The atmosphere fell into silence, and the woman in the grass quietly pulled out the sword and greased it.

But when the faces of the troll and the man were about to come together, the troll took two steps back and dropped the fishing net on his shoulders to the ground, and the woman inside let out a soft cry.

"Vodka man, Stonefoot knows you, what do you want?"

The man took out a bottle of beautiful blue potion from his backpack and shook it in front of the troll, letting it see the liquid inside and hear the gurgling sound.

"Deal, I'll trade this for your little bird. This time it's not vodka, it's 'Swallow', but it's the same, very strong and delicious."

The main ingredients of 'Swallow' are dwarf spirits, celandine and water ghost brain. A single sip will make ordinary people go crazy.

But for trolls, it should be considered a good drink.

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