White Dragon Lord

Of course Amos didn't know that someone was slandering him behind his back.

It swims all the way to the abandoned dragon's lair.

In the past four years, the white dragons have harvested a large number of fine pearls through the murlocs. They lie on the pearl bed and sleep every day.

However, pearls are no better than gold. If you are not careful when you sleep, they will be crushed into pearl powder.

The precious pearls turned into white powder, and the white dragons were distressed. In order to ensure that their wealth would not continue to shrink, Amos came up with a way to exchange pearls for gold through trade.

On the Nordhill continent, deep-sea pearls with rounded colors are also highly sought-after high-end jewelry. In addition, the world's productivity is low, and the annual output of fine pearls is far from meeting the market demand, and the price has remained high.

But for the white dragons, the most indispensable thing is pearls, but the number of gold coins collected is far from enough.

Therefore, Amos contacted the black market businessman Rockwen. In the face of huge profits, the black market businessman Rockwen and Bailong immediately signed an agreement and became partners.

Therefore, the hidden abandoned dragon nest was reactivated and became a transit point for trade between the two sides. It was usually guarded by murlocs. While selling pearls, it also received information from black market merchants.

The murloc sentry hiding on the reef saw the arrival of the white dragon and hurriedly greeted him.

Great master! Fish Geum salutes you.

Well, when was the last time you traded?

That merchant only shipped a shipment the day before yesterday.

Amos frowned. The trade frequency it agreed with black market merchants was once every fortnight.

At this time, the murlocs in the abandoned dragon's nest also heard the movement, and a murloc who was fat into a ball took the lead and came out to greet them.

A few years ago, Amos accidentally discovered a murloc with a talent for arithmetic, so he trained it as his assistant and let it take over the specific matters of the trade. This murloc was the fat murloc-Momor.

Salute to you! Yingming Shenwu is unparalleled...

Okay! Let's get down to business!

Amos interrupted the murloc Momo's praise, and glanced at the murloc who was a little fatter than before. He was really worried. One day, Momo would get fat into a balloon. Soaring by day!

Amos said in a serious tone: Momor, I want you to contact Rockwen as soon as possible, I need to talk to him face to face!

Seeing Amos' serious expression, Momor put away his flattering gesture, stood up straight and answered loudly, Yes!

When Amos saw this, he nodded with satisfaction. Moore has done a good job in recent years, bringing a lot of wealth and intelligence to the white dragons. Therefore, this fat fishman can firmly control the fat difference in foreign trade. .

Mmmm, it's also getting fatter.

Has Rockwen delivered any important news recently?

No, except for the lace news of some nobles in the Luowei Kingdom, other events are far away from us, and there is a news about the red dragon.

Oh~?

Amos was very interested in the same kind of news.

The red dragon of the high-level legendary level - the flame of the molten mountain has awakened. According to the news, the forest of elves in the west has suffered disaster, and the three surrounding cities have been turned into a sea of ​​fire. The king of elves rushed to fight the red dragon. One match, no winner or loser.”

Now, the Elf Kingdom is gathering adventurers all over the continent to fight the flames of the molten mountain. There is a gossip that the legendary Grand Duke of Silver Dragon has also gone, but no one has seen him.

Amos wanted to inquire if Bailey City had any special actions, but he didn't want to hear such a battle between the top powerhouses in the plane.

However, Amos was far away in the northeast of the continent, separated from the battlefield by the entire continent, so he could neither watch the fun nor worry about the flames of war and himself.

...

It's late.

The sun sets on the horizon, the sky is full of clouds, and in the distance, tired birds return to their nests across the setting sun.

A small boat carrying three people, silent but fast, pushed away the slight waves all the way, turned left and right, bypassed the bright or dark reef, and came to the sea above the abandoned dragon nest.

Leaving the boatman to guard the boat, Rockwen and a strong man jumped into the water and, accompanied by the murlocs, entered the abandoned dragon nest.

Rockwyn is so happy to see you, my dear friend!

Before anyone arrived, he laughed first, and Amos, who had shrunk in size, saw Rockwen, who opened his arms and walked towards him quickly.

Welcome, little raven.

Amos opened his bloody mouth and revealed a self-righteous smile. However, those who didn't know it thought that it was showing its sharp fangs.

Rockwin laughed.

You laugh so ugly! My friend!

You look very exciting too! Amos countered: My dwarf friend!.

Amos bites hard on the words stimulating and short.

Rockwen still smiled, I often wonder if my father was a caveman.

Rockwen had no father since he was a child, and he was short in stature, with various facial features, and was as ugly as a caveman, but he himself didn't care about these things, and even joked about it from time to time.

However, Amos will not underestimate him because of this. Rockwen is a genuine high-level shadow mage, and he is only one step away from stepping into the master rank.

Compared with his strength, what makes Amos more apprehensive is his background. He is the head of the Black Raven Chamber of Commerce in the northern part of the Loewy Kingdom, and is also a full member of the Raven Council.

Every time you contact me, something good will happen, so this time, what surprise will you bring me?

Amos naturally heard Rokoven's overtones - don't bother me if you don't have any interests!

Rockwen didn't care about appearances or reputation. He only cared about the golden coins of Huang Cancan. The friendship between him and Amos was proportional to the benefits that Amos brought him.

When dealing with such a person, Amos felt more at ease, because as long as he could bring him enough benefits, he would never have to worry about his betrayal.

Obviously, the benefits of cooperation between them far outweigh the benefits of hostility.

Rockvin! I need to customize a batch of armor and weapons for large humanoids.

When Rockwen heard it, he became interested. No matter where the arms trade is, it is a hugely profitable industry, not to mention customization.

Rockwen's old smile turned into a chrysanthemum, My friend, you really are my lucky star, so how much do you need?

Bai Long's tone was flat: Let's get 2,000 sets first. In addition, I want a batch of alchemy bombs, and at least 20 plague bombs.

The world's technology tree is crooked, the industrial revolution is not at all, but the biotechnology branch is booming.

A long time ago, a certain technical nerd Lich, Onaizu, invented the plague bomb and used it in the war of aggression. Several material planes were wiped out and reduced to a dead place shrouded in poisonous gas. The plague bomb was so powerful, Shocked the entire multiverse.

The large number of deaths of mortals angered the gods of justice, and the gods of justice issued an order to hunt down Onaizu against the church under their command. The cunning Onaizu got the news in advance and hid in the undead world.

Later, I don’t know what happened, the plague bomb manufacturing process flowed out and gradually developed and expanded, and it involved a wide range of levels, which has exceeded the scope of the gods of justice. The gods of justice were helpless and included the plague bomb on the list of high-risk contraband , prohibiting the use of plague bombs by all individuals or organizations.

You are crazy! If this is found out, it will be hunted down by the Church of the Gods!

Amos raised his brows and said disdainfully, So?

Rockwen's face was gloomy and uncertain, and after a while, he smiled silently, frowned, and narrowed his eyes into slits.

You have to pay more!