Chapter 1020 - 621: Mercenary Job Change, First War Profit! (2)

Chapter 1020: Chapter 621: Mercenary Job Change, First War Profit! (2)

Trist’s originally cold expression suddenly changed, his face trembled with fat, and he asked, "Generous reward? How generous?"

"I think ten thousand Blood Moon Coins is a suitable generosity." Fang Zhou’s lips curled into a smile beneath the Blood Spirit Mask.

Yet Trist shook his head like a rattle.

He said: "No no no...

You don’t know how powerful and terrifying the Terror Knight is!

Bargaining with him is extremely dangerous; ten thousand...is not enough, more money is needed!"

Fang Zhou thought for a moment, and indeed it was so; high-level undead were always capricious.

So he raised the price a bit: "Twenty thousand, at most."

Trist still shook his head, muttering about the Terror Knight’s former horror.

Seeing this, Fang Zhou could only sigh and say, "In that case... I will discuss it myself with this Terror Knight, sir."

Then Trist grabbed Fang Zhou’s hand, smiling obsequiously, "Well, Lord Fang Zhou. For the sake of our deep friendship, twenty thousand it is!"

After a round of bargaining, Trist finally led Fang Zhou into the Terror Knight’s palace.

Undead beings are creatures of orderly evil; they are inherently wicked but adhere strictly to order.

Fang Zhou walked through the smooth walls of the corridor, with ghostly blue flames flickering on the candlesticks on either side.

These ghostly blue flames were made using the skulls or bodies of demons.

Each demon’s soul wailed eternally within.

Entering a grand hall, the Terror Knight sat high upon a cold iron throne, his mount kneeling humbly on the ground.

The Terror Knight’s stature wasn’t very towering, only a bit over four meters, and his skin was naturally armored with dense scales.

Unlike demons, undead have a complete social system.

Terror Knights, as upper-tier undead, typically serve as generals for the Undead Rulers, or possess their own territories.

Thus, Terror Knights are generally wealthy, which is evident in their equipment.

Fang Zhou observed this Terror Knight wearing thick armor, adorned with interconnected Death Runes.

A subtle glow of Death Energy lingered on the armor, occasionally emitting black smoke which was then reabsorbed.

"Trist... is this the War Mercenary, the Pseudo Bone Dragon Knight, from the Lower Realm’s Undead Lord?"

The Terror Knight sat on the throne, one hand on the armrest, the other under his chin, with his long nails brushing against his chin.

"Yes, Lord Hecarim!"

"Fang Zhou... greetings, Lord Hecarim." Fang Zhou slightly bowed in salute.

Terror Knight Hecarim stood from the throne, his silhouette casting a vast shadow across the floor under the candlelight.

After scrutinizing Fang Zhou for some time, Hecarim said, "You truly do look promising.

Your Soul Fire is far more vigorous than other Golden Tier undead.

So Fang Zhou, as a Lower Realm’s Undead Lord, how many troops can your undead legion summon?"

During this time, Fang Zhou had been studying the Blood War Furnace Encyclopedia, and observing local customs in Tusk City, already gaining a basic understanding of the Blood War Furnace’s social ecology.

Undead coming from other fragmented realms of low energy concentration like him were not rare.

So long as they received recognition from the Undead Blood Moon Will at the Blood Moon Observatory, they could seamlessly integrate into the Blood War Furnace and not be treated as outliers.

Among these cross-realm undead, many possessed certain summoning abilities, allowing them to cross realms to summon subordinates from their original fragmented undead realms for combat.

Though mostly middle and low-tier undead not exceeding Silver Tier in tier, this posed a major advantage compared to native undead.

In Fang Zhou’s perspective, this likely was the main reason Hecarim the Terror Knight was willing to hire him as a War Mercenary.

Fang Zhou thought for a moment; now was the time to raise his value.

He said, "At present, I can deploy ten Golden Tier Blood Spirit Knights.

Two thousand Silver Tier Blood Spirit Warriors, and around twenty thousand Bronze Tier Spiritual Remains Warriors."

Fang Zhou understated the strength of his summonable undead legion, but standing above, Hecarim was momentarily at a loss for words upon hearing this.

He had assumed that the undead legion seen in the Crystal Ball from Trist was all of Fang Zhou’s military might; he hadn’t expected such a vast number of undead soldiers.

Hecarim laughed, his laughter echoing in the grand hall, extremely terrifying and eerie.

He slowly sat back on the iron throne, saying, "Very impressive, a powerful undead legion!

Even among all Lower Realm Undead Lords, the legion you have is formidable.

I look forward to you joining Tusk City’s forces...

So, Fang Zhou, what is your desired hiring price?"

Now, the crucial moment had finally arrived, Fang Zhou glanced at Trist.

Trist no longer appeared timid.

Blood Moon Merchants, despite being greedy, are competent businessmen; they deliver results when paid.

Trist addressed the Terror Knight, "Lord Hecarim... Lord Fang Zhou is currently still my War Mercenary, so I believe I have the right to negotiate his hiring price."

Hecarim shifted his gaze from Fang Zhou to Trist, "Oh... then what would you say, Fang Zhou’s hiring price should be?"

"Lord Hecarim, you’ve seen Fang Zhou’s strength.

I think one Demon-Vanquishing Order together with two Silver-tier Heavenly and Earthly Treasures is a suitable hiring price!" Trist said confidently.

"Trist... do you know what you’re saying?" Hecarim leaned slightly forward on the throne, glaring at Trist with displeasure.

Trist had entered the merchant negotiation stance, starting to elevate Fang Zhou’s value based on his strengths and the number of undead legions he possessed.

"Enough!!"

Hecarim’s claws slammed onto the throne armrest.

The immense force twisted the armrest of the Nether Iron Throne, leaving a huge claw mark.

And the Nightmare Warhorse beneath him also slightly arched its back, yawning its blood-red maw, a soul flame threatening to burst, remarkably frightening.

"Lord Hecarim, please do not be angry.

I dare guarantee with Lord Fang Zhou’s strength, this is definitely a fair price."

Yet Trist wasn’t intimidated by Hecarim’s roaring voice; he continued speaking...

Fang Zhou already looked at Trist with admiration.

This corpulently plump Vampire Noble, though greedy, indeed worked efficiently.

Finally, after prolonged negotiations led by Trist, Hecarim was ultimately defeated.

He waved his hand helplessly, saying, "Alright! As you say!"

"Trist... once you’re out, head far away.

I don’t wish to see you again, otherwise I truly might rip you apart!"

Hecarim’s hand fiercely seized the throne’s armrest, his sharp nails leaving scratches on the steel.

"Lord Hecarim, I promise next time I come, I will bring more suitable goods for you."

Trist’s smile remained unchanged as he slightly bowed towards Hecarim.

Hecarim waved his hand, saying, "Now... release the contract with Fang Zhou.

The benefits you mentioned, I will order them be given to you when settling payments."

Trist nodded happily, then closed his eyes, releasing the employment contract from his mind with Fang Zhou.

Sitting on the throne, Hecarim also began drafting a new employment contract, then sent this contract to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou silently observed, gaining a clearer understanding of the undead rules of the Blood War Furnace.