The lord is red again

The space almost fell apart, and the barriers between the planes were torn apart by brute force.

But another failed attempt forced Mag to stop his movements. The force that came back from the cracks in the broken barrier was like a violent soul storm, impacting his spirit and making his shaky feet weak. Unable to stand.

The surrounding space was torn apart by spider web-like cracks, and a loud thunderous sound came from the front. The vibrations spread outward, tearing open cracks on the ground, and rolled and spread crazily towards both sides without any end.

A large number of cursed land warriors were devoured.

Mag looked at this scene with anxiety in his heart.

The invasion battle didn't last long, but the lack of progress made him feel worse and worse. He couldn't tear apart the space with only his weak strength.

The loss of contact with a large number of [Black Sons] has become the main reason why Mag is so urgent.

They arrived successfully and their losses were reduced, but their own people were still killed in large numbers.

"What awaits us may be a trap prepared in advance, or countless strong men." Mag tried his best to analyze, "They will not let too many strong men appear, which will cause the space to collapse."

"I apply to fight."

Looking at the bald head with vertical pupils, Mag stared at the other person carefully.

"Are you sure?"

“Never has it been more certain than now that there will never be an endless supply of enemies.”

Mag nodded and agreed with the other party's statement: "Yes, if there is really a steady stream of people, they should take the initiative to attack us."

…

"Why don't we take the initiative to kill him?" Lin De was chatting with Sin Long.

"What?" Sinlong mistakenly thought that he heard wrongly.

Is there anything wrong with your mind? It must not have been contaminated by the undead.

"No one stipulates that only they can attack us, and we cannot attack them." Lind thought about the feasibility of taking the initiative to attack, and finally shook his head, "Not now."

Taking the initiative to attack puts the battlefield on the enemy's land, which can reduce the pressure on oneself.

But considering the scarcity of resources in the Cursed Land, even if there are undead people who don't need a salary, throwing them away is a waste of resources.

The more you fight, the more you lose. This should be avoided from the beginning.

As long as the status quo can be maintained for a period of time and support the successful recovery of Wuyu City, it will be enough and there will be no trouble.

Linde held a blade with a strong aura of secret curse.

The fingertips lightly scraped the blade, and when the sharp touch came into contact with the thick and hard skin of his fingertips, there was a metallic friction sound.

But there were wisps of black energy from the blade, like an octopus with its tentacles stretching out, sticking to the pads of his fingers. As Linde loosened his fingers, they wrapped tightly around him and penetrated into his body along the gaps in the pores of his skin.

The subtle curse tried to hinder Lind's blood circulation and disrupt the magic within his body.

"This should be the debuff blade." Linde guessed the role of the blade based on its effect on him. "It can probably reduce the speed of life recovery and magic power recovery, to some extent."

He couldn't tell, because after the curse entered his body, the crest on his chest took the opportunity and swallowed it instantly, leaving no hair behind.

"abyss?"

What Lind could detect from the blade were those Abyss Monarchs. Considering that the Abyss Disaster was the first to become active after the magic ring was broken, it was very likely that the Abyss did not belong to this world.

"Have you ever heard of where those things in this world come from? For example, the abyss." Lind asked.

"No."

Sinlong didn't understand why Linde thought so far about a knife.

After staying in a boring place for a long time, Sin Long just wants to sleep.

"These weapons are interesting."

Linde was not going to let Sin Long go.

It is not much different from Abyss equipment, but it is more stable than Abyss. It can balance the "curse" and "price" very well. You don't have to worry about going crazy quickly and being replaced like using Abyss weapons.

More stable.

Of course, the enemy being attacked will not be so relaxed.

Linde quickly scrolled through the screen in front of him and found an undead man fighting an intruder. The opponent was hit by a cursed secret technique, his body twitched and squirmed, and his flesh and blood began to mutate.

The undead man, who had completely lost control of his body, was easily pierced through the throat by the other party. His consciousness died, and his body was still squirming. He remained in a stalemate for a while before turning into ashes.

Fortunately, the people here are all wizards. They are good at fighting at a distance, and the chance of being touched by the enemy is very small. It is like guessing, only one party can survive.

"etc."

Linde's eyes suddenly locked on a certain picture.

It was a lounge on the first floor of the Magic Castle.

The candlestick on the small round table of oil and wax was lit by the flame, and the surging candle oil seemed to be a frozen cloud sticking to the edge of the candlestick, layer after layer.

In the strange and quiet scene, the undead and the invaders each occupy one side.

"Would you like to sell yours?"

"What can you give me?"

"What do you want?"

The intruder's alien-shaped mouth opened wide, and its sharp and slender tongue swept through the long teeth that were as dense and sharp as steel needles.

"Magic, food, everything."

"Can."

The undead man took out a piece of unprocessed magic ore, which can play some role in alchemy.

Mineral output is large, relative to several continents.

Subdivided into the hands of alchemists, it is still rare and expensive.

Linde witnessed with his own eyes the completion of the transaction between two enemies who had "red names" for each other.

He knew there would always be some tricks, as long as they could communicate with each other, they could do it with gestures, not to mention that they all understood the common language.

The next moment, Linde thought of the key part.

If the undead were allowed to trade with the invaders through barter, it would be a treasonous act to facilitate the transaction!

Using one's own material resources to meet the needs of the other party would not make them extinguish the idea of ​​invasion, but would make them more covetous of this place because of the rich material resources.

It would only strengthen their intention to invade.

So.

"I'll do this business, undead, you can't control it."

Sin Dragon: "..."

Although He didn't know anything, He had a hunch that Linde must have a new trick.

The dragon and the knight spent more time together than the couple, and it was impossible to hide their nature between partners, and Linde had never thought of hiding it.

Use the undead as real cyber cattle and horses.

If they can play games while sleeping, they should be grateful and work hard. Want casual games? Absolutely impossible.

…

Elliot went through the portal, and the compression of space made his bones groan constantly. As a 5th ring strongman, he sacrificed his own strength to successfully reduce himself to the 4th ring and successfully came to this material plane.

It was as if a sharp blade pierced his chest, and the pain made him cry out in his throat.

After landing, Elliot got up from the ground after taking a few deep breaths.

He quickly adapted to everything in this material plane, including the magic elements that were so rich that they almost sucked him out.

[Black Son] was beating.

It was a signal sent by Mag to him, reminding him that he could come back directly through the portal if necessary.

They could withstand this loss and must bring back some information.

Elliot moved in the magic school.

With the information sent to him from the front line, he knew that those "guardians" had violent tendencies. Once discovered, they would only be bombarded and attacked until they died.

The death of the enemy was not the end. Soon there would be new people rushing in and then launching a new round of violent attacks.

He found the enemy at the first time.

Thinking of his mission this time, Elliot resisted attacking, even though the enemy looked very weak and could be killed with just a slight movement of his fingers.

He moved flexibly, searching for a way to leave this isolated space from the outside world.

Nothing.

Suddenly he turned his head with a feeling.

Behind him, there was a castle that was out of tune with the surroundings. Compared with the magic castle, it was too small.

Elliot came to the main entrance of the hall.

He pushed the door with his hand, and a line of words appeared on it.

[You can't open the door from this side]

Elliot: "What do you mean?"

He pushed the door again, and the door didn't move.

This door couldn't be opened, and Elliot's eyes turned to the other side. He found an unmanned small stall with a price list on it.

Elliot was surprised that he didn't find any goods here.

Looking carefully at the contents of the price list, some were text, and some were pictures.

Various resources were written on it.

Can I buy it?

Elliot was stunned. It turned out that the resources that Mag and the Master wanted could be obtained by paying money.

He immediately took out the [Black Saint] to contact Mag.

"What's wrong? I'll open the door right away." Mag's voice was serious and anxious.

A 5-ring strongman is definitely an important asset and cannot be lost easily.

"No." Elliot said, "I seem to have made a very important discovery."

"What discovery?"

"There is a strange castle here. There is a place at the entrance of the castle where resources can be sold."

"What resources?" Mag obviously didn't understand.

"Almost, all?"

"Hiss!"

It was enough to make people thrilled.

Their goal was those rare resources.

"But now there is a problem. I don't seem to have the currency needed for this material plane. Wait, he showed a text, reminding me that I can sell my things for currency exchange."

Mag was a little confused: "It may be a scam. As long as we open the channel, we can get everything we want in that world."

This scam was too sloppy. It was outrageous to let people sell their things and then buy.

"I have sold it." Elliot said. "What?" Mag asked, "How much did you sell?"

His voice sounded a little anxious, troubled by Elliot's impatience, but also a little curious.

It's unreasonable to open a place where you can shop on the battlefield!

They must be careful.

"Maybe this is the stupidity of the material plane?" Elliot's voice sounded very excited, "I succeeded, using the cursed stones on my body and my gloves to buy a large bag of potions. Believe me Mag, you will like the refreshing feeling of the potions flowing through the lungs after swallowing."

"It seems that you made money?" Mag seemed relieved, "You want me to open a door and bring you back?"

"Of course, right now, we are making a lot of money, haha."

...

"Fortunately, I didn't hand over this business to the undead."

Linde himself found it incredible.

Magic ores and various recovery potions are all around 1st ring, and the total value is definitely not more than two 2nd ring weapons. If it is a rare necklace or ring, it may not be worth a 2nd ring necklace.

But when sold to invaders, the price has increased by more than 50 times.

"I can sell weapons to undead people, use high-end ones for lottery, and sell low-end ones to make a profit."

Even now, equipment is still bought and sold at a premium. On the one hand, the supply is insufficient to meet the demand, and the game is too real, resulting in a high damage rate of weapons and equipment.

If it is completely broken, don't think about repairing it.

In this case, it is normal for everyone to have several sets of equipment.

A 2nd ring cursed equipment, sold at a fair price to undead, will cause a situation that disrupts the undead's second-hand trading market.

"The most important thing is to open the window for purchasing cursed equipment in front of the undead's face. Whether it is for buying things or fighting invaders, they will spend a little when they see it."

There is no technical difficulty.

Everything is the power of the barrier. The "branch" was instantly filled with barriers, but he and the Sin Dragon had to work overtime a little bit, and it would be best if they could catch a few gods to do business and settle accounts.

Linde was like a boss who was shouting "Clearance sale, the boss ran away with his sister-in-law", and it was difficult for the undead and invaders who really saw the bargain to come and take a look.

The first undead buyer appeared.

"What happened over there?" An undead stretched his neck, trying to let his vision penetrate the crowd and see the center of the crowded quarrel over there.

"It seems that someone has a set of equipment from the cursed land." An undead flying over from the other end said, he was tidying up his hair, and the real physical collision made it difficult for the handsome guy to maintain his demeanor.

"More extreme output, this time it really became a glass cannon."

"I saw it, the equipment started to lose blood after wearing it, but the damage bonus was particularly high."

"It's a must-have for pushing the map, turning into a moth, there is no BOSS that can't be killed."

"I'm going to mine!"

It's exactly the same as the undead's enthusiasm.

Cursed land, portal money.

Mager waited enthusiastically for the figure to appear, and when the other party appeared, he walked forward excitedly.

"It must be good news!"

"Absolutely good news." Elliot smiled and took out the harvest of his trip.

It was indeed good news.

A large amount of material plane resources piled up into a small mountain. The rich fragrance from another world made Mager couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel his body light.

"We need to send more people!"

"That's right." Elliot nodded and agreed with this idea.

Stupid material plane natives, the so-called transaction is just the beginning. As long as they rely on these things to get more support, there will be endless plunder next.

Fair trading is to get chips.

Victory belongs only to the strong.

"But we don't have enough."

"No, we have a lot." Mager said seriously, "Some people who have different voices from us will be willing to sacrifice themselves to make contributions."

"In order to let the shadow cover the material plane."

"Yes, long live the shadow."