Chapter 510: Fight to the Death, Attack of the Dwarf Craftsmen!

The Demon Soul Tribe looked extremely desolate from the outside. There were no fertile fields or even decent defense facilities within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

But once you enter the city, it is a completely different world from the outside.

The blazing sun was hanging in the sky. In the main city, the black brick-paved road was full of carriages and horses.

Houses stood on both sides of the street.

From the lowest three-story building to the seven- or eight-story high-rise building, they were visible everywhere.

Unlike the visual repetition caused by the single form of other races, Su Mo did not find any duplicates at first glance.

The people passing by were either various races in groups of three or five, or adventurers like himself who had just returned from outside the city.

Occasionally, there were a few human expedition teams, mixed in the crowd, talking and laughing in Mandarin.

Ignoring the slightly weird buildings and the various creatures with a variety of looks, this place looks no different from the ancient Chinese cities.

It also has a diverse population and a very developed economy!

After leaving the entrance to the city behind and standing on the side of the city gate, Su Mo was a little stunned for a moment as he looked at the prosperous scene inside.

Any first-tier city on Earth would be ten or a hundred times more magnificent than this main city.

But in this wasteland, it can achieve this level now.

It has fully demonstrated how terrifying the enemies to be faced in the new continent this time are!

"Hey, isn't this our Hal, is he back!?"

"Yesterday I heard that you borrowed nearly 50,000 contribution points. What's wrong? Does this expression mean that the money you borrowed has gone down the drain?"

While looking around, an untimely voice suddenly sounded.

A fifth-level card, as long as the restrictions of the mark are in place, represents the fifth-level combat power.

In this main city of the Demon Soul Clan, there are only a handful of fifth-level cards at present.

Previously, Hal mortgaged his fifth-level card, which was a sensation and attracted the attention of others.

Su Mo didn't know about this.

But his dull look made others think that he looked like a gambler who borrowed a huge sum of money and lost it all.

However, he turned his head to see the source of the sound.

Su Mo couldn't help laughing.

It's really a case of looking for something without any effort.

In the memory conveyed by the mark, Hal had a deep resentment about why he bought the third-level dwarf craftsman template.

This resentment was so aggrieved that Hal didn't even tell Turner a bit.

Being able to use a large amount of money to buy two dwarf panels engaged in production was not because Hal was crazy or insane.

In Hal's own opinion, it was the seller who described a false prosperous dwarf territory for him, which led him to run over excitedly and find that the real thing did not match the picture.

But in fact, in Su Mo's eyes.

This is a game!

A game that was jointly set up by all the dwarves in the city.

Its purpose was the fifth-level card in Hal's hand!

"Russell, whether we make a loss or not has nothing to do with you, you shameless reseller"

"One day, I, Turner, will twist off your head and let everyone see how dark your heart is!"

Before Su Mo could speak, Turner stood out with fire in his eyes.

The Russell he mentioned is not a dwarf at present, but a dog-headed man with flames oozing out of his body from time to time.

Judging from his power, his rank is at least level three.

"Oh, our dwarf craftsman is angry. Oh, I'm so scared. How about we leave the city now, or just go to the death arena to practice?"

Turner was so angry that he trembled all over: "You"

"Okay, it's better to obey than to be respectful. Let's go. I was just thinking of going to the death arena to exchange feelings with you!"

A relaxed voice suddenly sounded from behind Hal.

After seeing the owner of the voice.

Wow!

The scene instantly became tense!

One side was a top-level level three warrior with a height of more than 1.7 meters and loaded with the pyromancer dog-headed man template.

On one side was a third-level ordinary dwarf who was only 80 centimeters tall and was a dwarf craftsman who was an auxiliary forging profession.

The crowd that was originally flowing forward at the gate of the city wall suddenly slowed down when this voice fell.

Then, looking at the postures of both sides with crossbows and swords drawn.

The scene became lively for a while.

Russel scratched his ears with a hint of disbelief and said in surprise: "Dwarf Hal, wait, let me confirm, do you want to say that you want to go to the death arena with me?"

"You, a third-level dwarf craftsman, want to fight to the death with my third-level flame dog-headed warlock?"

"Hahaha, it seems that your ears are not very good, old dog, I suggest that you don't call Russell in the future, it's better to call you Russell dog"

"Don't talk nonsense with me, sorry, we are not familiar with each other, either fight to the death or get out now"

Standing on the axle, staring at the other's eyes, the smile on Su Mo's face did not fade at all.

At the same time, in the ears of others, his arrogant words were like a slap in Russell's face.

No mercy at all!

A third-level ordinary counterattacked a third-level top.

A support profession challenged the main combat profession head-on.

From teasing, to anger, to fear, and finally calm.

Russell's expression flashed again and again.

Finally, he glanced at the crowd next to him who had already started to make a fuss, and then looked at the overwhelming confidence in Su Mo's eyes.

"I don't know what kind of shit luck you got out there, but you are so arrogant now."

"But your opponent now is not me, I wish you good luck!"

After saying that, Russell left without looking back, not caring about the boos from the people around him.

For a few seconds, he waited until the sound and shadow of the pyromancer dog-headed man disappeared around the corner.

The eighteen mercenaries who had been confused before finally reacted, raised their crude weapons to the sky, and cheered.

The people around him saw that this death battle was completely impossible, and they found it quite boring, so they left quickly.

After a while, the city gate returned to peace again.

But at the same time, Turner, the dwarf who was one of the so-called protagonists, seemed to have lost his soul and sat in a daze in the car.

He signaled the mercenaries to drive the caravan to the homestead that Hal had mortgaged, and returned to the car. Opposite Turner, Su Mo sat cross-legged.

"What's wrong, Turner?"

The latter was called, and slowly twitched his lips, unable to speak.

Overnight, or in less than half an hour.

His brother had undergone a drastic change, from his personality to his work style, and his way of dealing with people.

Turner almost dared to conclude that this man was definitely not the previous Hal.

But strangely, the mark did not lie.

Turner knew very well that if the mark could also be tampered with and inherited by them, then what would be the fate of the Demon Soul Clan.

Therefore, he was now extremely conflicted.

"Turner, what are you worried about?"

Turner shuddered when he heard this: "I, I"

"Hal, you have changed, you have changed too much, you are a little strange to me now"

"Although my feeling tells me that this is not a bad thing, but"

Su Mo coughed and interrupted: "That's it!"

"If I am still the me of yesterday, and you are still the you of yesterday, we will still face this damn situation, our house will still be occupied by others with shameless means, and our fifth-level thorn tree man card will be cheated away by others"

"Russell cheated our trust with shameless means. If I don't stand up, he will still oppress us"

"It's time to change. Indulging in the past will only make us retreat. Only by looking to the future can we see the future!"

In the 20% of memories left by Hal.

For Turner, his younger brother, almost all of them are guilt, accounting for as much as 9%!

At that time, both of their parents were fifth-level strongmen of the Demon Soul Clan. After the accident, he promised to take good care of his younger brother in the future.

To support his brother in the Demon Soul Clan.

However, ideas are ideas, and strength is strength.

His brain limited his performance.

Now, in Su Mo's hands, he was affected by his memories.

Unconsciously, he also had some regrets.

"You are right, you are right"

"We should change. Indulging in the past is like what humans say, sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat"

"But"

Interrupting Turner who was a little remorseful again, Su Mo said loudly: "There is no but, you don't need to fight"

"Whether now or in the future, our tasks will never overlap"

"Just watch and see how I let those who have bullied us in this city know that strength is respected!"

With overwhelming confidence in his eyes, Su Mo walked to the back of the carriage and picked up the weapon belonging to the dwarf craftsman for the first time.

No, it should be said to be a tool.

A hammer about 30cm in size, in the hands of humans, is just a more handy nail hammer.

But compared to the height of a dwarf, it is nearly half a person's height, and looks very powerful.

Shaking the hammer, feeling the crackling sound of joints all over his body, Su Mo sat back in front of the car, with murderous intent in his eyes.

In terms of strength, before the disguise.

After the baptism of semi-liberated authority, the physical fitness converted into combat power should be between 5-7, a standard fifth-level strongman.

Now, even if it is limited by the blue mark and cannot exert a strength of more than 5, it is still a standard quasi-fifth level.

And this is not counting the other melee strength bonus brought by the Su family gun accumulated over time.

Su Mo is confident that as long as the opponent is not a fifth-level with strange abilities, he will definitely not be his opponent in a head-on battle.

With such an invincible heart, he looked at the jingling wind chimes in front of the caravan.

Su Mo's eyes were dim, and he temporarily suppressed all his thoughts, and his eyes kept scanning the various shops along the street.

Qiankun Template Exchange.

Qingfeng Material Exchange.

Yuan Resource Exchange.

New World Population Exchange.

According to different classifications, the various trading shops on the road with the name "Exchange" at the end are crowded with people.

People keep pushing carts or carrying backpacks to enter, exchange for the items they like, and walk out with satisfaction.

Rather than saying that the main city of the Demon Soul Clan is a heavily guarded alien city.

It is better to say that this is a "port-type" city with a large area and used to transfer goods.

Various Demon Soul Clan disguised as other races, with goods that belong only there, will eventually gather them in the town for trading, achieving the purpose of mutual benefit.

"I have no foundation, and compared with the Demon Soul Clan, a race that is born with a material city and a complete social structure, the gap is still too big"

"My previous reform of personal privatization is just the first step in establishing such a system"

"Now it seems that we can learn from the achievements of the Demon Soul Clan. If the depression can be built into such a port city, I can make a lot of money even through taxation."

The success of the Demon Soul Clan is not accidental, but inevitable.

The convenience of disguise brought by imprints can naturally operate such a social model structure, and there is no need to worry about outsiders coming in to do things.

In addition, they also use marks, contribution points, and high-level things to seduce and restrict the tribesmen below, making it even less likely to cause accidents.

I walked all the way and saw all the way.

His own plan was realized by others in advance. After having a reference template, Sumo also benefited a lot and had more and more ideas in his mind.

"Hal, we're almost at our house, how about"

"We can keep the green hills without worrying about running out of firewood. When we find a way to upgrade to a third-level collector, we can repay the loan and buy a better fourth-level template."

"Sooner or later, we will kill this beast that has taken over our home!"

Looking at the still prosperous areas around him, and looking at where Turner was looking, Sumo's eyes narrowed slightly, with a touch of amusement.

Things suddenly became interesting.

In Hal's memory, there was no impression of the house he mortgaged.

Naturally, based on how poor the two of them were, Sumo thought that the house was either in a slum or somewhere in a corner and was not worth much.

Now I never expected that the house left by Hal's parents would be located in the main city.

Although it is not a top-notch location, it is still good enough to rank among the second-rate and mid-level.

Here, if you can open a shop that only needs goods, you will have a good supply of goods.

There is absolutely no need to worry about who to sell to.

"Looking at it this way, Hal and Turner are solidly rich second generations."

"But there is also a big problem with the death of Hal's parents. Such a location, coupled with good strength, it's gone without saying it. No one will believe it."

Take a look at the words hanging on the shop, Meng Du Resource Exchange.

After looking at the female aliens standing at the door shouting and asking for customers, Sumo smiled slightly, reached out and picked up the hammer beside him and stood up.

"Hal, don't be impulsive."

"It's okay, I have everything, just watch it!"

He wiped the hammer on his body, turned around and patted Turner on the shoulder. As the caravan drove leisurely to the door of the exchange, Somo jumped out skillfully.

puff!

boom!

I don’t know if my feet slipped or if I fell too fast.

As soon as he reached the ground, Somo's legs became unsteady and he rushed forward crookedly and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the hammer in Sumo's hand followed this area of ​​his body and just hit the door frame, causing a large gap in half of the wooden door.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. After switching to the dwarf craftsman template, the threshold was too high and I couldn't control it for a while."

As he spoke, Somo calmly took out his hammer and enlarged the big hole in the door.

"Hal, are you tired of living?"

Hearing the loud noise, the person in charge of security in the front hall of the exchange rushed over after hearing the news. When he saw Somo standing in front of the door, he cried out in horror.

"Oh, it's true what you said. It's too boring outside. Can't I just go back to my house and have a rest?"

Sit on the threshold and put the hammer on the ground.

He looked at Sumo with a bad look on his face.

Several aliens who were still trading in the lobby also smelled a hint of the coming storm, and hurriedly walked out of the door with their backpacks in hand.

It only took less than half a minute for the Poison Resource Exchange, which was slightly crowded just now, to be completely empty.

On the street outside the house, as before, there were more and more people watching the excitement, pointing inside from time to time.

"Oh, this Hal is miserable. A third-level dwarf craftsman of his dares to come back to seize the inheritance rights of the house. That uncle of his"

"What a bullshit uncle, Alec only came forward after Hal's parents died and said that he and Hal's father were sworn friends and had a life-long friendship. It's hard for him to think of this."

"Be careful, be careful. Alec's template is a mid-level mountain giant of the fourth order. It has great power. If it targets us,"

"The mountain giant is just a ball. He is just a bastard who takes over other people's inheritance. This kind of person is nothing to worry about."

"Hai, Yang Ning, you are a fourth-level rare transformer, so of course you are not afraid of him, but this Hal is an ordinary third-level craftsman, how can you do this?"

"If he can afford 30,000 contribution points, I can consider becoming sworn friends with him and help him take care of this little species, but it's a pity."

"Hey, people are coming, people are coming!"

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Especially under the loose management of the Demon Soul Clan's main city and the almost completely free port trading model, the gangsterism is even stronger.

Those who can stand here are basically the demon souls who are in their early second level and mainly in the third level.

As he spoke, he was not worried about the people inside retaliating.

Seeing Alec coming menacingly from a distance, nearly three meters tall, everyone spontaneously moved out of the way and continued to watch the show.

"Hal, you prodigal son, this is our family's property. If you continue like this, I really want to discipline you for your dead father!"

With a loud voice, Alec's booming voice rippled straight inward before he even reached the door.

But it was different than expected.

After hearing this voice, Yu Anbao looked surprised, shocked, and puzzled. Su Mo, who had been waiting with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes.

On his face, there was a confident smile that no one had ever seen before.

At the same time, in his right hand, the hammer on the ground was also raised.

"Old dog, I say you are really shameless"

"I give you a choice, either give up my shop now and pay a rent of 50,000 contribution points"

"Or come to the death arena with me, you and I bet all our lives and property, let's have a duel!"

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