Chapter 1121 - 669: Reunion with the Blood Moon Merchant, Powerful and Evil

Chapter 1121: Chapter 669: Reunion with the Blood Moon Merchant, Powerful and Evil

In the Era of Myth, what kind of business makes the most money?

Needless to say, the arms and weapons trade is naturally the most profitable.

With such a lucrative business, Fang Zhou of course wants to get a piece of the action.

Otherwise, if he only does resource gathering and primary processing, the pace of making money is just way too slow.

As it happens, Fang Zhou had already built plenty of War Machines workshops in his previous Tomb Territory.

He also has the ability to mass-produce War Machines.

It’s just that, because the Undead civilization in this fragment of the Undead Realm Lord, the Blood War Furnace, is highly developed, their level in various War Machines’ designs and Array Runes is far beyond that of the Wasteland of Strife’s Tomb Territory.

Fang Zhou still has to find a way to get the blueprints for these extremely powerful War Machines.

Aside from the City Defense Crossbows, there are also some Undead Catapults that can hurl specially made shells.

Once these shells are launched, they will trigger a huge Explosion when they hit the ground.

The power of a single shell is roughly comparable to the Attack Power of a Golden Tier Magic.

However, the price of these shells is not cheap either; each one costs over a thousand Blood Moon Coins, really not a bargain.

But this price is indeed worth every coin.

When the Undead are defending a stronghold, the role a single Catapult can play is no less than that of a Caster continuously unleashing Attack Magic.

The only downside is that the amount of Blood Moon Coins burned through is just too high.

With this City Defense Equipment in place, the towers inside the city are being quickly built, striving to mount all this Equipment as soon as possible.

With the efforts of over a thousand Undead Giant Bats, all the wandering Skeletons in a wide area around them have been rounded up and driven back.

With these worked-to-death laborers, tower after tower rises from the ground.

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Outside the city, on the Endless Blood River, a Ghost Ship’s silhouette was gliding swiftly across the wide surface of the river.

These Endless Blood River Ghost Ships aren’t so much rowing as they are using the Endless Blood River itself to shuttle through space.

In the Blood War Furnace, the cost of using a Teleportation Gate is too great; the space here is full of distortions and fractures.

Especially in the Wailing Blood Plain, the clash between the Abyssal Will and the Undead Realm Will makes the space here incredibly dangerous.

In this place, the consumption for using long-distance Teleportation Gates is more than ten times that of other worlds, and there are many risks and mishaps; for many Undead, it’s simply not cost-effective.

But the Endless Blood River Ghost Ships are a special kind of Undead Creation that can use the Endless Blood River to quickly shuttle through space.

Although their speed can’t match long-distance Teleportation Gates, the consumption is much lower.

The Ghost Ship pulled up to the bank, and at this moment the passengers inside began to walk out.

One Undead after another stepped out of the cabin, hurrying impatiently as they rushed out, eager to set foot on solid ground again.

Soon, this crowd noisily spilled onto the riverbank, taking up a large stretch of space there.

The Blood Moon Merchant on the shore watched the Endless Blood River Ghost Ship recede into the distance and stretched in a huge lazy yawn.

This fat Vampire Noble turned around, looked at the messy Merchant Group around him, frowned, and shrieked, "Damn slaves, move it already.

If you waste the time I have for making money, I’ll flay the skin off your backs!!"

The Blood Moon Merchant’s flabby body threaded through the crowd, his whip constantly lashing down on every Undead in reach.

Under the Blood Moon Merchant’s goading, the Merchant Group quickly began running at high speed.

The slaves each took up their own roles, loading all the cargo onto the Undead Beast mounts.

A Ghost flew over to the Blood Moon Merchant’s side and said, "Master, the Merchant Group is ready. Which way are we heading?"

This Blood Moon Merchant was already lying in his luxurious room by now; he opened up the map, studied the terrain, and said, "We’ll follow last year’s route."

"Yes, Master!"

The Merchant Group set out quickly. Several Vampires and Resentful Spirits flew in the sky; their job was patrol and vigilance.

Although the Merchant Group had already used the Endless Blood River Ghost Ship to cross a large area occupied by Demons, this place still wasn’t exactly safe.

To truly be safe, they at least had to pass through several Undead outposts before they could relax a bit.

All kinds of Undead Beast mounts, big and small, in the Merchant Group started to move slowly under the slaves’ prodding, their goal being the various Undead outposts scattered across this region.

This was Trist’s Merchant Group.

After a year, he had once again brought his Merchant Group back here to the Wailing Blood Plain to make a fortune.

For a Merchant Group, discovering a lucrative trade route means they can feast off it for many years, as long as that route stays safe.

This time Trist was carrying even more goods than last time, and for safety’s sake he naturally had to travel along the same route as in previous years.

At the very least, all the Undead outposts along this route had been Trist’s customers before.

Trist lay back on a soft cushion, looking down at the slaves guarding the Merchant Group, and couldn’t help but recall last year.

Last year, he had a Bone Dragon Knight who had ascended from the Lower Realm serving as his guard, which made his trading run in the Wailing Blood Plain extremely safe.

That was the most relaxed run he’d had in the Wailing Blood Plain in all his years of doing business here.

Unlike now—Trist looked at the lax guards below; if these lazy bastards really run into some Demon whose brain’s gone bad, what then!