The road to the depths of the Black Forest forks outside the Blood Flow Canyon. Please search on Baidu - a demonic battlefield that leads to the undead, and a ruin of the "Silver Leaf City" controlled by the Magru tribe.

The carriage that Old Borg was riding crossed the road, passed through the woods, and entered an open land. The blood-covered adventurer ran out from here. A fierce battle was happening here, and a large number of undead gushed out from the entrance of the canyon, killing sounds shook the sky.

More than a dozen wooden forts were built outside the canyon, which were being repeatedly impacted by the undead. At least fifty skeleton minotas were wielding axe to constantly tear down the exterior walls of the fortress, and thousands of skeletons and ghosts were followed by them, including many high-level goods.

When the carriage arrived, the rookie in the carriage was immediately frightened and did not expect to encounter such a large-scale formation. They were about to scream and escape, but the coachman whipped the horse whip and drove the carriage to the fortress.

Old Borg even jumped out of the carriage and shouted loudly: "The latest arrival of 'evil spirit oil' is three gold coins per bottle. 'Corpsy Poison Cleansing' wash liquid, two gold coins a large bucket. Wrapped with a bandage, with a hemorrhage effect, five gold coins per gold coins."

When the dwarf witch doctor was selling, at least hundreds of heads appeared in more than a dozen fortresses, all of which were yelling. Someone had a high voice and cursed: "Old dwarf, do you want to make money? We are fighting hard, but you are selling at a high price later."

Old Borg was indifferent at all and continued to shout: "Harmony Business provides the best service and delivers goods to the battlefield. The quantity is limited. Please be as soon as possible if you need it. I will set out to 'Silver City' soon."

Even though the adventurers in the fortress were scolded, more than a dozen people still ran out to the dwarf witch doctor, bringing a large number of collected demon bones or battlefield relics, and asking for an appraisal and change the dressing immediately.

"Hurry, come a bucket of 'Corpsy Poison Qing'. I have a brother who can't hold on."

"Where are the wounded bandages? I want to have a dozen."

"Old Borg, I have an elf belt here, you can estimate the price. If you can exchange it for a bottle of 'evil spirit oil', I will sell it to you."

Faced with the impact of the undead, the fortress became a market for buying and selling medicines. Old Borg ignored the adventurers who were so anxious that they smoked their throats. He slowly identified the goods, determined the price, and then dragged out several large boxes from the carriage and unboxed the medicines.

The adventurers hurriedly ran towards the wooden fortress after taking the medicine. On the way, they shouted happily: "The medicine is here, the medicine is here, and you can take it for another two days. This time the undead have rushed to a lot, so we are going to make a fortune."

On the fortress, several archers stuck the arrows with the "evil spirit oil" they bought, specifically aiming at the undeads of demon souls floating around. Every time they hit, the green oil applied to the arrows would explode, effectively weakening those virtual bodies that were not afraid of physical damage.

Behind each fortress's wall, there were several strong men holding axes. They grabbed a bottle of "evil spirit oil" and threw it at the assaulted skeleton Minotaur. The crackling and bursting oil sputtered open, directly hurting the core of the undead, causing the Minotaur's roar.

But the strong man holding the axe was so excited, but an adventurer was scolding behind him, "Stack with an axe, idiot. The demon bones that splashed too much 'evil spirit oil' could not be sold for the price. Are you fucking trying to do something in vain?"

The battle outside the canyon was hot, and Old Borg's business was also hot, but a few rookies on the carriage were stunned. They were scared to the point of being possessed, but this was incomprehensible by the strange situation.

A rookie asked blankly: "Why are these people working so hard?"

On the carriage, the adventurer who led the team laughed and said, "Where are those wooden forts? They were all built by His Excellency Hugo. Each fortress is rented for twenty gold coins a day and does not bargain. Those who rent fortresses naturally have to fight to avoid losing money."

Several rookies were even more surprised, "Twenty gold coins a day? What kind of fortress is so expensive to rent?"

"Expensive?" The adventurer led the team said enviously: "This price is very cheap, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter. The area outside the canyon is limited, so you can only spread out such a dozen fortresses, so you don't have to worry about no one renting them.

Every fortress has a harmonious village to provide logistics services, so you don’t have to worry about eating, drinking, defecation and urination. As long as you fight with peace of mind, you can earn hundreds or thousands of gold coins in a week.

There are too many undeads in the Blood Flowing Canyon, and it is said that the number exceeds 100,000. At least two undeads rushed out every day. If you work hard here for a month, you will get the expenses for a lifetime. I don’t know how many adventurers want to come, but unfortunately they can’t get there."

After saying that, the adventurer who led the team in the carriage whispered regretfully: "We are not strong enough and cannot fight for such a good job, so we can only play with you."

Several rookies were indignant, "Are we not qualified to join the battle with the undead? We can drive the bear goblin away."

After a while, Old Borg sold out all the boxes of goods on hand. He could not stand the rookies who were overly high-minded, so he shouted to the fortress ahead: "Let a skeleton come over, there are a few young heroes here who want to see it."

There was a booing sound in the direction of the fortress, and a timid demon skeleton holding a sword shield was soon released. This demon was low in shape and ugly in appearance. He had a long tail behind him, which turned into a skeleton and became more flexible.

Several rookies couldn't stand it, so they grabbed their weapons and jumped from the carriage, and circled around the evil skeleton. The adventurer who led the team in the carriage cursed with a bitter face: "Old Borg, you really caused me trouble. If something happened to these VIPs, I can't afford to compensate."

"It is good to let these novices suffer a little." The dwarf witch doctor put all kinds of demon bones and spoils he had obtained from his medicine into the box and reloaded them into the car, "to avoid them not knowing that they are powerful and causing even more trouble."

Several rookies were fighting against the inferior skeleton in a very good mood, and the two sides fought back and forth for many rounds. The rookies were large but they cherished their lives. They did not attack decisively, cooperated tacitly, and retreated quickly.

After a long time of fighting, someone was hit by the tailbone of the evil demon, and fell to the ground and cried bitterly. Not only did the other rookies not rescued, they turned around and escaped, watching their companions be killed by the evil demon.

A whoosh arrow shot, and the evil demon skeleton was first nailed to the ground. The falling rookie hugged her thighs and was filled with tears. After the adventurer who led the team came up, he didn't know that he almost died just now.

"Old Borg, you have to get the trouble you caused, and I have to get the medicine for my client."

"Don't think I'm doing it for them. They should be grateful to me and pay double the price to buy my medicine."

A few rookies were foolish, watching the adventurers leading the team fight with Old Bog. They surrounded their injured companions and finally felt the cruelty and terribleness of the actual combat. This was much more exciting than playing house with goblins.

Old Borg finally gave medicine. The injured novices were cleaned and wrapped in bandages. The injury was slightly stable, and a novices suddenly had a whim.

"I heard that the age of Lord Victor Hugo is about the same as ours. If he comes to deal with this monster, can he win?"

Ah hahaha, the old Borg who was bandaging suddenly burst into laughter, and even the adventurers who protected the rookie couldn't help but laugh.

The dwarf witch doctor said exaggeratedly: "This question is good. But Victor doesn't need to come at all. He just needs to give an order, and he will sell the undead in this canyon for money."

Knight of the Holy Light
Chapter completed!