The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 767

The conflict occurred sooner than Harobold predicted.

It started with a burst of sarcastic applause.

A few people emerged from behind the towering stalagmite.

Leading the group was a dark elf, dressed in a robe of Loss fur with intricately printed patterns and a cloak of finely woven spider silk magic.

Such attire can block most of the heat dissipation. Although it cannot hide from advanced dark vision that can receive infrared light, it is difficult to be detected if one is hiding behind an obstacle.

Of course, Black Rob is an exception. The psychic advantage brought by his powerful soul is like a bug. Moreover, the geomancer's trait is, to put it bluntly, an affinity for the earth element among the four elements. Naturally, the scepter can provide extra support in this regard. Therefore, Lota, this gray orc, is not even worthy of the rank of a great shaman. He has to be given a title.

However, it's not his turn to step forward yet.

"Not bad, very good!" The dark elf with two small braids tied with an exquisite headband in her pale hair clapped her hands lazily and said with a forced smile, "An urgent letter arrived very quickly."

Black Rob ignored the other party's pretentious performance. He reached out to calm his mount, which was agitated by the killing intent emanating from the dark elf, and ordered it to clear the way. At the same time, he stared blankly into the distance.

This place is really close to the area of ​​the reading shop and writing market, so close that you can make eye contact with the imposing guards standing guard outside the iron gate.

Unfortunately, the two guards seemed to be petrified, staring blankly at each other, expressionless and motionless, clearly not wanting to deal with this mess.

Meanwhile, the caravan owner, the cave dwarf Barend Ruger, spurred his Loss beast forward to the front of the procession.

During this process, he had already given hand gestures.

Upon seeing this, the caravan members quickly armed themselves in preparation for the likely battle that was about to take place.

“Zacken of the Oblos family, I accept your compliment. Perhaps we will cooperate in the future, but this time the transaction partner is not your family.”

Zaken replied with a grin, "If I remember correctly, we only met briefly from afar, and it's been at least a year. You truly deserve to be called an excellent merchant with a photographic memory."

"Thank you for your praise. Now, please make way, I need to complete the delivery of the goods first." Barend's expression was solemn, his voice deep and resonant, his demeanor imposing and authoritative.

“Just settle with me. The Elan family is in deep trouble and has lost the ability to trade. Oblos can offer 1.5 times the price.”

“I’m sorry, but that goes against my business principles. Even though the Elan family has been wiped out, I will try to complete the transaction process first before considering anything else.”

"Following principles, that's a good way of putting it. I find myself appreciating you even more now. Double the price, real money, how about that? That's quite a lot. Being too greedy isn't good."

"I'm sorry, it's not about the money..."

Zaken interrupted impatiently, "How can this not be about money? Everything in this world has a price. You, a merchant who is busy making money, are talking to me about the spirit of contracts. What's the point? Tell me, how much are you willing to price your reputation as a merchant?"

Baron raised a thick, dark eyebrow: "If that's the case, I think three million Radiant Gold Coins would be more appropriate."

Radiant gold is not a rare magical metal like adamantite, but rather a purifier for the purity of gold coins. Radiant gold means 99.9% purity.

Zaken was immediately amused.

In the real universe, governed by strict physical laws, gold is formed through nucleosynthesis of heavy elements that occur during supernova explosions or neutron star mergers.

In worlds with extraordinary beings, the paths generated are more numerous, but they are by no means cheap.

Three million Radiant Gold Coins could almost buy the entire Moon City. So Barend's offer wasn't a bid at all; he was just teasing you.

However, Zaken still wanted to make one last desperate attempt.

He said, "Since I dared to lead people to intercept them, I was naturally prepared to fight them head-on. But I must say, it will cost a lot of money to hire high-level superhumans or even bribe the ruling families."

What I mean is, if we can settle this privately, I'll spend less money and you'll make more money, wouldn't that be better?

The Elan family is already on its last legs. Even if they acquire these resources, it will only add to their casualties and prolong their existence. The possibility of a dramatic comeback is so low as to be negligible. Why bother risking everything and hoping for the biggest gain?
Moreover, the supplies you brought to the Elan family must contain military-related contraband. Following the proper channels wouldn't pass inspection. Are you really going to escalate the situation and lose both your money and your people?

Barend's face was ashen, and he said in a low voice, "I've said it before, I have my business principles!"

Zaken was so angry he laughed. He didn't even bother to say anything more and simply gave a thumbs up.

His kinsmen, clearly positioned as henchmen, were already eager to join the fray.

However, it is clear that their family, or rather their organization, has strict rules and regulations. They will not actually take action unless the leader, Zaken, gives the order. He is just impatient and bloodthirsty, licking his lips and scanning the caravan with burning eyes as if looking at prey.

At least half of the caravan members looked distressed.

Barend wasn't a difficult boss to please; in fact, he could be described as caring and considerate. But that alone wasn't enough to make them risk their lives for the principles Barend followed.

To paraphrase a joke: "Why risk your life for just a few hundred yuan a month?!"

Encountering beasts or bandits is unavoidable; if you don't fight, you'll lose your life. Conflicts with local bullies are optional. Generally speaking, merchants don't get involved in the struggles between local gangs, families, or other forces.

In this case, the traveling merchant was willing to take on risky deals for high profits. Making money is nothing to be ashamed of.

However, once the goods arrive, the client can't even handle the reception properly, so it's not the contractor's fault.

Moreover, Zaken has repeatedly given them an out, and his words have been clear and sincere. At the beginning, it could be said that fortune favors the bold, and IPs have value. In order to get more, he wanted to show his integrity and that was enough. 300 million gold coins is pure provocation!
As for Zaken, he's not some rookie brute. He put on that arrogant attitude before in an attempt to intimidate the other party. Now that he sees that the other party is not being pragmatic, his first reaction is not "Attack!" but rather, knowing that the other party probably has something to rely on, he immediately calls for reinforcements.

An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you.

Zaken may not be able to summon a massive army, but he can summon high-level superhumans.

A high-level transcendent being was enjoying wine and women by the railing when he saw the sky and even the buildings changing color due to the magic. He laughed heartily, pushed away the beautiful woman in his arms, and said, "Bring the wine hot, I'll be right back!" Then, with a graceful leap, he jumped out of the restaurant. While still in the air, he transformed into a streak of light and headed towards the place where the fireworks started.

At the same time, one of Zaken's henchmen, quite astutely, shouted loudly towards the caravan: "When the Oblos family is doing business, those who don't want to die should stay away!"

Upon hearing this, some members of the caravan immediately abandoned their posts and ran away.

Black Rob is one of them.

First of all, he never claimed to be a good person.

Secondly, his employment agreement did not include the option of risking his life to fulfill the employer's moral obligations.

At most, he would just sigh: no matter what the world is like, there will always be a minority that is out of step with the mainstream. As for whether this minority is evil and shameless or chivalrous and kind, it is not important to his current role and identity.

He is neither a civilized ruler nor a social manager. Whether the country and society under his rule are chaotic or orderly, whether they are based on goodness or are full of evil people, is closely related to his position and even the strategies and degree of implementation of his rule and management.

He is currently just a spy. If this place is a den of thieves, then he is also a thief. If he were in a country of order, he could be a law-abiding citizen.

As for whether others are good or evil, he can only say that he respects their choices and fate.

So he rode his mount away from the designated battlefield to avoid getting splattered with blood.

But Barend clearly had no intention of letting him leave so easily. "Lota, I have an extra deal to make. You can inspect the goods first." With that, Barend tossed a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist to Black Rob.

Black Robb caught it with his hand, examined it briefly, and couldn't help but chuckle.

He gave Barend a deep look and thought to himself, "This is quite a man."

The crystal ball is a memory storage device that stores most of Barend's experiences since he became a merchant, mainly focusing on local customs and geography, followed by the power divisions of various cities and their intricate relationships.

Black Rob thought to himself, "This is interesting."

He didn't ask Barend how he saw through Lota's true intentions, nor did he try to negotiate the price, or tell Barend how long this price would allow him to be a troublemaker.

He simply dismounted, then slapped its hindquarters, letting it move away on its own.

He then walked to the center of the field.

During this process, dark golden light, mixed with some unknown substance, seeped out from the trembling ground, as if it were sentient, climbing and shaping Lota from bottom to top.

Before Lota reached Balend, she had not only donned a set of ancient, beautiful, and sturdy iron armor, but her staff had also been transformed into a dragon-headed spear with a thicker handle and fine scales.

The dragon's head is the original staff head, while the spear blade, emitting a golden-white light, emerges from the dragon's mouth like a sword tongue.

Because the whole process was so smooth, by the time Zaken wanted to salvage the situation, it was basically a done deal.

In the distance, the guards at the wrought iron gate, no longer blind to the danger, one nervously observed while the other ran to notify the duty captain.

Zaken was not lacking in insight; just by looking at Lota's process of donning the armor and the mystery surrounding the equipment, he knew he was no match for her.

His henchmen weren't stupid either; they stopped baring their teeth and instead kept their eyes down, avoiding eye contact with Lota, merely serving as background props.

Fortunately, the difficult time didn't last long, and reinforcements arrived. This one was quite bold; he flew in and spotted the most handsome guy on the field from afar, the gray orc Lota.

Due to the overdeveloped muscle groups in the shoulders, upper arms, and chest of orcs, almost all males develop hunchbacks over time.

On the contrary, females, despite often having large weapons, can keep their backs straight.

Black Rob dislikes the conventional orc image of a hunched back and stiff neck, so Lota's back is straight, and her near-perfect muscle lines would never be mistaken for a female.

Against this backdrop, one can imagine that equipping oneself with a set of archaic-style armor would make one look like a human fortress, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Not to mention the large spear in his hand, the handle alone is as thick as a goose egg. For someone of average strength, let alone wielding it, it would be difficult to even grip such a spear and lift it up.

In addition, the armor was covered with a pale gold light, and the spear blades, which were like short swords, shone brightly. It was clear that he was no ordinary person.

So, this high-level superhuman took the initiative and immediately swooped down from the air.

The idea of ​​this person who came to help was simple yet profound.

On the one hand, he believed in "striking first" and "the first to strike wins".

On the other hand, he also wanted to make his brand more valuable through outstanding performance.

On the other hand, at this moment, he felt that the situation was indeed in his favor.

Therefore, he used his burst technique without hesitation, a method that allowed him to squeeze out his own power in a very short time and unleash a full-force attack.

Combined with the inertia of flight and the added force of his own weight during the dive, his attack was a composite strike that combined extraordinary force and kinetic energy. It was simple yet incredibly powerful and visually stunning.

At this moment, this high-level superhuman was completely enveloped in high-temperature flames of plasma.

The burst of extraordinary power was condensed into a destructive torrent that crashed down upon Lota.

Zaken and his gang paled at the sight and hastily retreated, activating their protective gear as they did so.

In a clash of this magnitude, even the residual energy from the dissipated shockwaves could be fatal.

Barend was also secretly shocked. He knew that Lota was extraordinary, but he had no idea how strong she was.

The residual force of the attack from the high-level transcendent being mainly affected Lota, who was standing behind him.

However, Barend did not choose to back down. Instead, he held a high-priced alchemical orb in his hand. If things went wrong, he would immediately crush it, as a powerful energy shield would protect him.

Lota was the most composed of them all. Even though the opponent's condensed flames were already making the tassels of his spear flutter, he still didn't rush to make a move.

However, the power of the earth element had already distorted the air around the spearhead.

Suddenly, the spear shot out like a dragon, its sharp, golden-white light flashing only for a moment.

'boom! ’

Flames spread.

It's as if the floodwaters were originally spraying high pressure from a fire hose, but now someone has completely destroyed the fire hose, causing it to present a scene of turbulent waves and magnificent spectacle.

Unfortunately, this raging torrent, though seemingly vast and powerful, did not sweep away everything in its path, burning away the land to scorched earth. Instead, it was mixed with an invisible substance, like water mixed with too much mud, turning into a viscous and heavy mudslide, except this one was in the form of lava.

In short, the momentum was curbed and quickly slowed down. At first, the heat was scorching, but soon the light and heat were covered by the charred rock shell.

The most amazing thing is that the whole process was completed in the air, and there was no real lava. It was a clear energy landscape. After entering the heat and light phase of the black rock shell, it naturally disappeared without a trace, as if everything that had just happened was just a mirage.

However, the injuries sustained by the high-level superhumans indicated that it was not an illusion, but a real collision.

The result of the collision was a complete defeat for the high-level superhumans.

Its backward flight was even faster than its arrival, as if it had been hit by a baseball home run and was sent flying.

In reality, Black Rob's counter-attack move is more like a billiards shot, just a simple swing and a push.

The high-level superhuman couldn't stop in time and crashed into the stalactites at the top of the dome. Not wanting to be smashed into a painting, he rolled over to dissipate the force. After rolling on the top wall, he used his flame blade as a brake, carving out a trench more than ten meters long before finally coming to a stop.

Throughout this time, he kept a close eye on Black Rob, fearing that Black Rob would press his advantage.

If that were to happen, he wouldn't be able to save any face at all, and might have to use his survival skills to escape the battlefield in a more efficient way than he did when he arrived.

Fortunately, Black Robb had no interest in killing this high-level superhuman.

Of course, most importantly, with the memory crystal ball that Barend traded to him, Lota's role-playing could end ahead of schedule.

Therefore, destroying the persona that was previously established is not a big problem...

(End of this chapter)