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"Hell armed."

Balrog scratched his head, this kind of thing is very difficult to make, only those rich demon lords can make it.

Even if you want to build it, you need to imprison the souls of a few big demons in it.

A poor guy like him wants to build it.

No...if I take those scales and bones.

Then I think building is something that can be done, and if it is done properly, it can also get a lot of benefits.

　This is something to talk about.

The two "people" immediately discussed the next transaction plan.

One-third of the scales and bones are exchanged for a set of hell weapons.

"There's a lot left."

"You have already accepted the order, so I will continue to place it."

Dawei put forward his idea again, but this time, he wanted two more advanced battle axes.

"The tomahawk can be easily obtained, but you give too much."

"Then help me make eight sets of armor that demons wear, about that high."

"I understand."

"By the way, build me some demonic weapons and breastplates, just normal demonic styles."

Trading continues.

In the end, Dawei paid half of the dragon's scales and a bit of bone in exchange for a set of hell armor, eight sets of demon armor, two battle axes, more than 30 pieces of demon breastplate, and more than 100 hell tridents.

All of these things add up to take a long time.

Balrog intends to terminate other people's orders first and pay Dawei's deal first.

Remove half of the dragon's scales and a bit of bone, and put them all in front of the Balrog.

The honest Balrog quickly offered a contract.

His name was written on it, and there were many rules and regulations. After reading it carefully, he made sure there were no pitfalls before writing his name.

The contract is completed.

"By the way, do you know any other demon shops?"

"Oh, what else do you want to do?"

For the rich man, Balrog's attitude is very kind, and he does his best to meet Dawei's other needs.

"I want some slaves."

"No problem at all!"

Balrog soon gave a place dedicated to slave trade, Nukaen Dark Gate.

There are all sorts of slavers out there, selling creatures from multiple worlds, if that makes any sense.

Those demon slavers also offer custom events.

"I want little devils, and some ordinary devils."

"It turned out that I wanted labor."

"If that's the case, I can help you buy it for a small intermediary fee."

Dawei nodded to express his agreement.

The two guys went on to talk about the next demon slave deal.

Weed-like things like little devils don't need to be bought at all, they just need to be caught outside.

But demons are a bit more difficult.

They generally choose to submit to the great demon and become their servants.

"The slave you want will arrive in one day at most, remember to receive it after one day."

"Half a catty of dragon bones you give can be exchanged for more than a dozen demons."

"By the way, if you still want to use soul crystals to buy things in the future, I suggest you share those souls."

The Balrog reminded me.

"What?"

"For some relatively large souls, the purchasing power can be equivalent to two souls. If not, you can give me another dragon scale and I will teach you."

It was the idea.

But it’s not a loss if you give it to me. Thinking of this, Dawei handed over a scale.

The opponent also readily offered the soul splitting technique.

After giving the things, Balrog turned his head and sank into the magma and disappeared into the real world.

"The next thing to do has also become easier."

All that remains of the whole dragon is its head, neck, limbs and those little scales and bones.

"Eat the neck first, leaving the head and limbs to eat slowly."

Use the remaining bones to build a cart that can be pulled, and then find Luka and the others.

correct.

"Almost forgot about that guy Jester."

He sat cross-legged and pulled the poor guy out of hell.

This time, Jester was terrified, not at all peaceful as before, he knelt on the ground as soon as he appeared.

He begged nervously, "My evil master, please don't eat me."

"I'm pretty full now."

"How's the situation at the mine?"

Jester, who was terrified at first, immediately climbed up after hearing Dawei's question, and quickly explained the recent situation of the mine clearly.

Good yield.

"very good!"

"As a reward! This thing is yours."

Dawei cut off a small amount of dragon meat with his fingers and threw it to the flustered Jester.

Only then did he see the dragon corpse behind Dawei.

Jester has a better understanding of Dawei's power.

Against this kind of cruel, evil and powerful, it is completely courting death.

Chapter 130 The story of the Kobold.

After a few days of fermentation.

Word of the dragon slaying has spread to hundreds of kingdoms.

Such a major news is a thousand times more explosive than the destruction of the kingdom caused by the dragon disaster.

Everyone is talking about it.

It is hard for them to imagine who can slaughter a giant dragon. As a god walking in the world, each giant dragon is enough to slaughter creatures in an entire area.

Just the gust of wind generated by flapping its wings is enough to destroy a country.

How was this top existence killed.

Some people didn't believe it at first.

But after the tragic situation in the border city of Shawo was discovered, no one doubted it anymore.

The whole city disappeared in place.

Not a single wreck.

There are only huge giant cracks that stretch for several kilometers, and the centers of those cracks are all crystallized soil.

That is the product left after being impacted by dragon energy.

To the east of the city is a terrifying area that cannot be seen directly. The terrifying dragon's breath has turned the ground into a land of never-ending dragon flames.

The blood of the dragon and the things completely stained the whole land red.

All the magic power around is exhausted.

The ground is full of potholes, as if someone had fought a dragon in this place.

The only thing that could be found, was a broken tomahawk.

It does not belong to any material, like an evil battle ax from another world, missing the blade, but stained with dragon blood.

No one saw the fight scene.

Those who saw it were all dead.

"No, there's me! I'm not dead!"

"At that time, I happened to experience the beauty of nature in the suburbs."

A bard named Larry stood on the table.

He looks handsome, has a beautiful short blonde hair, wears very decent clothes, and wears a speedy sword.

Larry's voice is very nice.

Very gentle and elegant.

But when talking about what he saw and heard, he became a little excited. Larry picked up the harp he carried with him, and loudly told the adventurers who were drinking below what he saw and heard.