Chapter 241: Blame

The road to the depths of the Black Forest bifurcates outside the Bloodstream Canyon. Please Baidu search-a path leading to the demon battlefield full of undead, and a path leading to the "Silver Leaf City" ruins controlled by the Maglu tribe.
Old Berger's carriage crossed the ridge, through the woods, and into an open area. The adventurer ran out from here. A fierce battle is happening here, and a large number of undead are pouring out from the mouth of the canyon, and the sound of the killing is trembling.
More than a dozen wooden forts have been built outside the canyon, and are being repeatedly hit by undead. At least fifty skeletal minotaurs used the axe to constantly dismantle the outer walls of the fortress, followed by thousands of skulls and ghosts, no shortage of high-end goods.
When the carriage arrived, the rookie in the carriage was immediately frightened, and it was completely unexpected that he would encounter a battle of this scale. They were about to scream and flee, but the driver pulled his whip and drove the carriage to the fort.
Old Borg jumped out of the compartment and shouted, "The latest arrival of" evil spirit oil ", three bottles of gold coins." Veterinary Cleansing "lotion, a bucket of two gold coins. Wounded bandage, With a hemostatic effect, five gold coins. "
The dwarf witch doctor called out at least a hundred heads in a dozen fortresses, all yelling. Someone has a high voice and yells, "Old Gnome, do you want to make a fortune? We are desperate, but you are selling a high price behind."
The old Borg was indifferent at all and just continued to yell: "The Harmony firm provides the highest quality service, delivered to the battlefield, the number is limited, please request it as soon as possible. I will go to 'Silver Leaf City' immediately."
The adventurer in the fortress scolded and scolded, but still ran out of a dozen people and rushed to the gnome witch doctor, bringing a large amount of collected demon bones or leftover items from the battlefield, and noisily asked for a quick change of evaluation.
"Hurry up,‘ Duduqing ’come in a bucket. I have a brother who ca n’t hold it.

"What about a bandage? I want a dozen."
"Old Borg, I have an elf belt here, and you can estimate the price. I can sell you a bottle of" evil oil "."
Facing the impact of the undead, the fortress became a bazaar for buying and selling medicines. Old Borg disregarded those adventurers who were so anxious to smoke, appraised the goods slowly, dragged a few large boxes from the carriage after determining the price, and opened the box to sell medicine.
The adventurers took the medicine and hurried toward the wooden fortress. They shouted joyfully along the way: "The medicine is here, the medicine is here, and you can brush it for another two days. This time the undead rushed a lot, we It's time to make a fortune. "
On the fortress, several archers stuck arrows to the "evil spirit oil" they bought, and aimed specifically at those undead spirits floating around. Every time you hit, the green grease smeared on the arrows will burst open, effectively weakening those bodies that are not afraid of physical damage.
Behind the walls of each fortress are a few strong men with axe. They grabbed a bottle of "evil oil" and threw it at the assault skeleton minotaur. The crackling grease splashed open, directly hurting the core of the undead, causing the minotaur's angry roar.
Only the strong man with the axe was lost, but there were adventurers scolding, "Split with an ax, idiot. Demon bones that sputter too much" evil oil "can not be sold, you mothers want to do nothing. A game? "
The heat outside the canyon, the old Borg's business is also hot, but a few rookies on the carriage were stunned. They are frightened souls that don't possess the body at first, but this will be incomprehensible by the weird situation.
A rookie asked dumbly, "Why are these people so desperate?"
On the carriage, the adventurer leading the team laughed and said, "Have you seen those wooden fortresses? They were all built by His Excellency Hugo. Each fortress rents twenty gold coins a day, and there is no bargain. The people who rent the fortress are in order to Without losing money, you are desperate. "
A few novices were even more surprised, "Twenty coins a day? What fortress is so expensive to rent?"
"Expensive?" The lead adventurer said enviously: "This price is very cheap, it can't be rented without any connection. The area outside the canyon is limited, so you can only spread such a dozen fortresses. No one is worried about renting.
Each fort has a Harmony Village to provide logistic services, and you don't have to worry about eating and drinking Lazar. You can earn hundreds or thousands of coins in a week as long as you fight with peace of mind.
There are too many undead in the bloodstream canyon, the number is said to be over 100,000. Undead rushed out at least two times a day. I worked hard here for a month, and my life's expenses were at hand. I don't know how many adventurers want to come, but unfortunately can't go up. "
After that, the adventurer on the carriage whispered a bit regrettable: "We are not strong enough, we cannot fight for this kind of oily errand, we can only play with you."
Several rookies were resentful. "Are we not eligible to join the battle against the undead? We can beat the bear goblins away."
After a while, Old Borg sold out all his boxes. He could not stand the rookies with high eyes, so he shouted to the fortress forward: "Put a skull here, there are a few young heroes who want to see and see."
There was a hiss in the direction of the fortress, and soon a timid skeleton holding a sword and shield came over. This devil has a low figure and an ugly face, with a long tail behind it, and is more flexible as a skull.
Several rookies couldn't stand it, they grabbed their weapons and jumped off the carriage, spinning around the inferior skeleton. The adventurer on the bus scolded bitterly: "Old Bog, you're giving me trouble. If something happens to these VIPs, I can't afford it."
"It's good for these rookies to suffer a bit." The gnome witch doctor put all kinds of demon bones and trophies in exchange for his medicine into the box and reloaded the car.
Several rookies are playing against the bad demon skeletons, and the two sides have played back and forth for several rounds. The rookies have a large number but they die, their offense is not decisive, their cooperation is not tacit, and their withdrawal is not rapid.
After being beaten for a long time, someone was nailed to the thigh by the bad devil's coccyx, and immediately fell down and wept. Other rookies not only did not rescue, but turned around and fled away, watching their companions slashed to death by the evil demon.
An awkward arrow shot, and the inferior skeleton was nailed to the ground first. The rookie who fell to the ground was holding his thigh with tears, and when the adventurer who led the team came up, he didn't know he was almost dead.
"Old Borg, you're in trouble, and my client's wounds have to be dealt with by you."
"Don't think, I'm doing this for them. They should be grateful to me for double the price for my medicine."
A few rookies are stupid, watching the adventurers leading the team fight with the old Borg. They surrounded the wounded companions, and finally felt the cruel and terrible combat. This is more exciting than playing around with goblin.
After all, the old Borg still gave medicine, and the injured rookie was cleaned and wounded with a bandage. The injury was slightly stable, and a novice came up with a whimsy
"I heard that Victor Hugo is about the same age as us. Would he win if he came against this monster?"
Ahahaha, the old bandage who was bandaging suddenly laughed, and even the adventurer who protected the rookie couldn't help it.
The gnome witch doctor exaggeratedly said, "That's a good question. Victor doesn't need to come at all. He only needs the next order, and the undead in this valley must be sold by him."
Knight of the Light
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