The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1204

"...Have you heard? This time, the West Wind Auction House got a good thing that can allow an ordinary demon to directly evolve into a legendary demon without any side effects. It can also allow a legendary demon to evolve into a demigod demon. It is also very useful for demigod demons!!"

"From what you said, it should be a bottle of Grandmaster-level magic potion. Where did they get it from?"

"I didn't expect that they could get such good stuff in such a remote steel fortress. I wonder which demon general will get it in the end!!"

"It would be great if I could get it!!"

"Just you?? It's a waste to give you such a good thing!!"

"You bastard, are you looking for death?"

"cut……"

"Fuck, I'm going to kill you today!!"

"Come on, whoever runs is a worm!!"

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The peaceful life in West Wind Fortress was disturbed by a piece of news that spread quickly. From time to time, a powerful demon would fly across the sky of the fortress and eventually land in some manor or castle in the inner city of the fortress.

As the time of the auction slowly approached, in the West Wind Fortress, which had never had much presence in the northwest border, a number of powerful demons and forces who had rushed there after receiving the news had indeed gathered.

Alan, the bear goblin saint who stayed in a hotel in the city for the auction, had nothing to do every day. Apart from sitting quietly in the room to recuperate, communicating with the newly separated divine consciousness, and observing outside the window.

Observe the various aspects of human life and daily styles in this abyss, while also observing the legendary strong men flying through the sky and coming and going in a hurry.

Seeing more and more legendary strong men gathering in the city, although Alan didn't know what the scene was like during the auctions at the West Wind Auction House in the past, he was still very satisfied with the number of strong men he saw staying in the city so far.

It seems that the manager of West Wind Auction House did not exaggerate the power of their Chamber of Commerce. It should be considered the right thing to do to hand over the Grandmaster-level magic dishes to them for auction.

Allen held onto the window sill, watching another legendary figure disappear into the inner city. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation: I wonder what price the magic dish he auctioned this time will be sold for! !
Through perception and locking, Alan can be sure that in the past ten days, at least 30 different auras of legendary warriors have come from afar and landed in the inner city. At the same time, the number of travelers in the city has also increased. Although he dare not say that all of them came for his dish, even if 2/3 of the demons were related to it, Alan was very satisfied.

After living in the fortress for these days, Allen had a general understanding of the West Wind Fortress where he was located, and the awkward situation it faced among the many steel fortresses in the Wanyuan Plain. Therefore, he did not expect the auction here to be very lively.

Apparently, Alan still underestimated the powerful foundation of the demon clan, which was notorious in thousands of planes. As one of the front-line battlefields for bloody battles with the devil, the old enemy, there are always a large number of demon troops and legendary strongmen stationed in the Wanyuan Plain all year round. Even around the West Wind Fortress on the edge of the battlefield, although large-scale fighting was rare, there were also a large number of legendary strongmen and forces resting and on standby here.

"Mr. Lex, the store manager asked me to tell you that this auction will start on time at 12 noon today. Are you ready to participate?"

The succubus Ximena looked a little haggard, with crooked scars on her smooth bare skin. It seemed that she had experienced something bad in the past ten days. However, she still forced herself to cheer up and smiled brightly when facing Alan: "If you are sure to participate, we will arrange a separate compartment for you."

"can."

Alan nodded and answered the other party's question without hesitation.

"Okay, this is our auction house access card. When you show up at the auction, someone will guide you."

Ximena was not surprised, and took out a crystal card with residual warmth from his arms. On the card was an image of the Balor Flame Demon made of mithril silk. Faint magic fluctuations were rippling between the crystal card and the mithril pattern. It was obvious that magic with some kind of identification mechanism was stored on it.

"Ah."

After taking the card and looking at it casually, Alan put it away and continued to look out the window with an indifferent expression.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Ximena's face flashed with sadness, and then he stood up and said goodbye and left.

Not long after the succubus left, Alan also left the hotel where he had stayed for a few days and headed towards the auction venue he had inquired about a long time ago.

He thought he was being proactive, but he didn't expect that there were other demons who arrived earlier than Alan and occupied a relatively more advantageous position in the general area of ​​the auction venue. They gathered in groups of three or four, whispering to each other and discussing the materials that would be given in advance to every guest entering the auction.

However, the guests who were able to enter the auction site did have some normal communication with each other in Feynman's world. Even if they saw each other's enemies and opponents appearing at the scene, they would at most glare at each other or ignore them coldly, and did not exhibit any extreme behavior.

After all, everyone knew that the person behind the West Wind Auction House was the absolute ruler of this fortress. If you really offended this person, you would never be able to stay in the fortress.

Alan, who was taken to the VIP area on the third floor with a wider view, naturally had a list of items for this auction, including the Grandmaster Magic Dishes that Alan had handed over to the auction house for auction. There were hundreds of items in total. However, Alan looked all the way to the bottom, except for a few precious metal materials that were hard to find in Feynman's world, most of the other materials and equipment items were also excellent, but they were hard to catch his eye.

The master-level dish that Allen put up for auction himself actually became the star item in Flex's mouth and was placed at the last position of the auction.

"Go call your store manager."

After reading the auction list, Alan turned to look at the female succubus who had been standing silently with bated breath at the door of the private room, and gave her instructions.

"Ok."

The succubus dared not neglect it, because when the store manager arranged for her to serve the customer in front of her, he carefully reminded her that she must give a positive response to all the other party's requests in the private room. Even if the succubus maid's power was not enough to satisfy the other party, she could report it directly to the store manager, who would handle it personally.

Although the succubus maid had joined the auction house not long ago, it was the first time she saw the legendary Soul Judge store manager, who usually liked to show off his power and put on airs, and when he spoke to her, there was such a strong and difficult to conceal fear in the depths of his eyes.

Soon, the Soul Judge Flex walked into the room under the guidance of the Succubus. When he saw Alan, he took the initiative to greet him and said hello to Alan humbly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lex, I should have been the one to entertain you, but the preparations for this auction are rather complicated, so I handed it over to this useless guy."

"Is there something wrong with the hospitality?"

If the legendary Soul Judge Flex had not suffered a great loss, he would not have been so cautious in front of Allen.

“If I bid in the next auction, when will I be paid?”

Alan asked his question directly with a cold tone.

During the dozen days he spent in West Wind Fortress, after personally dealing with the demons in the hotel, he finally understood that in order to make these demons behave themselves, you can't be too polite to them, and your tone and attitude must be tough, otherwise they will think you are weak and incompetent, and end up bringing you trouble.

“After the auction is successful, you can pay at the backstage, and you can take the items away after the payment is settled.”

"Of course, you can also wait until the auction is over and pay for the items together."

After hearing Alan's question, the tension in Flex's heart eased a little. He was really afraid that this untouchable being would be dissatisfied, and it would be troublesome if he suddenly changed his mind.

"Okay, you can get out."

After Allen got the answer he wanted, his tone became even colder and more ruthless, and he directly ordered them to leave.

"Okay, call me anytime if you need me."

Flex was somewhat speechless. The other party had called him here just for this issue, which made him somewhat dissatisfied. However, the situation was stronger than the person, and no matter how dissatisfied he was, he could only smile and say some nice things before leaving the private room.

It was soon 12 noon. One by one, demons exuding a powerful aura arrogantly sat down in the stands of their private room, opened the windows, looked out at the other demons of the same level around them, and greeted them. Their loud voices immediately overwhelmed the hundreds of ordinary photographers on the lower floor.

Alan watched everything calmly. If the group of demons around him who did not hide their powerful aura were to be in the same space with him in another place, he would definitely treat these arrogant guys as providers of piles of expensive materials and chop them to the ground with one sword.

It was 12 o'clock, but the auction, which was supposed to start on time, still had no movement. At the same time, the West Wind Auction House, as the organizer, did not give any explanation. After more than ten minutes, just when the strong people in the rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors and the ordinary guests below began to become restless and dissatisfied, an extremely strong breath like mountains rising from the horizon suddenly descended on this spacious and magnificent main building of the auction house.

The dissatisfaction on the faces of the powerful demons gradually disappeared, and was replaced by expressions of docility and respect. It was obvious that they already knew who the visitor was from the other party's breath.

"I'm not late am I???"

A demon over 3 meters tall, wearing a loose, exquisite silk garment and with dark red skin, fell from the sky. Although it changed in size and shape, Alan still recognized at a glance that its true identity should be a powerful Balrog.

"Master, you came at the right time."

The Soul Judge Flex appeared out of nowhere, his eyes squeezed into a ball of flowers, and he quickly ran to the front of the Balrog and responded flatteringly.

The demon warriors in the private rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors also leaned out and saluted respectfully to the Balor Flame Demon who was slowly pacing in the void as if reviewing an army: "Lord Moises, good afternoon!!"

Upon hearing this, the Flame Demon City Lord simply waved his hand and said to his subordinates beside him:
"That's good, let's get started!!"

"Ok."

The biggest star of this auction has appeared, and the auction can finally officially begin.