Chapter 163 Wanderer Camp

Horn had to take care of Baltan's speed, so he used the glider to control it.

As Baltan said,

It didn't take too long,

Horn and his party descended to the ground,

Horn folded his glider,

The little flying insects landed with Baltan and then flew away.

"Is this a homeless camp?"

Look around,

Horn felt like he was in a desert. The ground was full of stalactites and the rock walls were full of holes.

There were many monsters wearing various services, shuttling through the holes. They were either carrying goods or dressed as travelers. The bustling underground world made Horn feel like he was in a trading market.

And there are indeed monsters who have built simple sheds out of wood or stone and use them as stalls to sell all kinds of bloody flesh, squirming herbs, potions with weird green gas, or all kinds of unheard of or unseen things.

There are also many monsters that are spit out from the isolated intestinal tract above.

lively market,

A hasty traveler,

Horn's appearance was very unusual for the monsters here and did not attract much attention. Many guys just glanced at it and continued busy with the work and transactions at hand.

On the contrary, Baltan's arrival caused quite a stir;

The vendors and tourists looked sideways and whispered about something.

Baltan glanced over, and the restless monsters in the market immediately became calm. They looked away, stopped talking, and lowered their heads to get busy.

"Youngyouyou, isn't this Lord Baltan of the Corpse Puppet? Welcome to the wanderer camp."

The source of the sound is a flea,

The flea, which can stand up and walk on its two weak hind legs, is about the size of Baltan's head, and is wrapped in a red cloth band around its waist and head.

Flea greeted warmly, "How can I help you?"

Horn glanced at the other party. The little flea had the words Believer lv12 on its head. It was just a small character with the strength of a Believer. Most of the nearby monsters were white level and Believer level.

Horn doesn't even look down on a monster of this strength now, let alone Baltan.

Baltan simply ignored the little flea.

It pointed to the passage on the left and said to Horn: "The wanderer camp has a total of seven floors. Each floor has a huge space. There are distinct levels of wanderers. Only wanderers who are strong enough can live in the corresponding camp. layer."

"Are these homeless?"

Horn asked.

Baltan shook his head: "Some of them come to discuss business with the wanderers. The wanderers are greedy guys. They like to trade with other monsters and hold auctions and market transactions."

He pointed at the flea in front of him and said: "This little bug is a wanderer, and those guys with a special smell on their bodies are wanderers."

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"Strange smell?"

Horn smelled it, and after strengthening his senses, he didn't smell any special smell on the fleas.

Just when Horn wanted to ask what the smell was,

Baltan pulled Horn to leave, and said with disgust: "The people on this floor are all weak trash, and there are no products worthy of attention. Ignore this group of trash and follow me to the next floor. "

Baltan devalued the vagabonds on this level as worthless, and never even looked at the little flea who came to entertain him from the beginning to the end.

The little flea didn't look angry. He just stood there with a smile, watching Baltan leave with Horn, and waved enthusiastically: "I wish Lord Baltan to find what he wants on the next floor."

Walking through the market,

This floor is almost full of stalls, merchandise, and monsters.

But there really isn’t any powerful guy.

Horn took a quick look at the stalls. The items on them were all quite ordinary. Apart from the initial excitement and excitement, upon closer inspection, they were full of disappointment.

Being led by Baltan to Duochanggu,

The intestines split open as before and swallowed Horn and Baltan.

After a familiar journey through the lonely intestinal passage,

Coming to a deeper camp,

The structure here is no different from the previous one. It is also filled with various wandering merchants, buyers wandering around, and passing tourists.

Horn's eyes were finally opened.

It was the first time I came into contact with such a mature monster market, and it felt like I had arrived in a different country.

The monsters on this level are slightly stronger.

There is still a flea wearing a red cloth belt coming to say hello,

Baltan still ignored him and directly pulled Horn to the nearest intestinal tract.

Activate intestinal tract,

jump down,

Go through the corridor,

Come to the third floor,

"Hello, Lord Baltan, welcome to the homeless camp."

Looking for intestinal orphans,

Next level,

fourth floor,

Encounter stronger wanderers, as well as more mysterious and powerful monsters. The monsters on this level are basically wanderers, and many of the products sold are foods that Horn has always found very delicious.

"Hello, Lord Baltan, how can I help you?"

The little flea came to entertain me,

Horn noticed that not every monster that came to the camp would be greeted warmly.

Many challengers were simply ignored by the homeless "waiters" when they passed by this floor.

Horn couldn't help but think: "Is Baltan so proud?"

Just thinking about it,

Baltan shouted to Horn who was in a daze, and then jumped into the intestinal tract to go to the next camp level.

"Welcome! Isn't this Lord Baltan?"

"Tell me where the nearest intestinal tract is, and then get out of the way."

"Okay, Lord Baltan."

The fifth level,

The strength of this level is basically all Oracles, and occasionally some monsters have the strength of the Scroller, but the breath they exude is very strange,

And except for a few monsters that are too large to be covered, many guys above the Oracle have begun to pay attention to privacy, and use some external objects to cover themselves more or less,

Unfortunately, there is nothing to hide in front of Horn's attribute panel,

As the wanderers he encountered became stronger and stronger, he could gradually smell the special smell of the wanderers that Baltan had mentioned before. It was a strange fragrance. If you have to say it, it is probably a faint cinnamon scent mixed with a little smell of stinky ditches. It is very special and unique. After smelling it once, Horn will find it difficult to forget this smell again.

And after smelling this smell, the wanderers who had been ignored before all seemed to have the same strong smell all of a sudden.

Horn could distinguish which one was the wanderer from the many monsters at once.

Horn suddenly understood Baltan a little. No wonder he didn't want to deal with the wanderers.

If he always had to deal with this smell,

he wouldn't want to talk to the wanderers too much.

When he came to the new intestinal tract,

this time the wanderer guards were standing guard nearby. They let Baltan pass, but stopped Horn.

"The spider demon is following me." Baltan said impatiently.

The guard looked embarrassed,

but in the end, seeing Baltan's angry look, he finally let him pass.

When he came to the sixth floor,

everywhere Horn saw was a red-name monster.