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In return, both the audience's passionate emotions and the loser's soul will provide him with a considerable amount of valuable insights.

Once his fame spreads, he can use it to charge admission fees or open a casino to make a fortune.

As for whether the arena's reputation can spread, Thor is absolutely confident.

Among the miscellaneous items he has collected so far, there are quite a few good things. Whether it is their intrinsic value or their ability to enhance his strength, they are all very attractive.

In the days that followed, the nascent hill was enveloped in a series of clanging and banging sounds.

To speed up the progress of the kobolds and grey dwarves, Thor even exchanged some sparrowstones specifically to have the grey dwarves forge a batch of harder and sharper pickaxes.

When these blue ores were presented to the gray dwarves, several experienced blacksmiths were nearly speechless with astonishment.

Throughout their hundreds of years of life, they had never seen such a unique metal, which looked as clear as ice, yet had extremely high hardness and toughness.

With just a little refining and forging, it can create exquisite products comparable to magical weapons.

After all, according to the setting, the performance of the Sparrow Steel forged from Sparrow Stone is 10 times that of ordinary steel.

Although Thor felt there was some exaggeration involved, the ability to cut through iron like mud was certainly not an exaggeration. After being processed by the gray dwarf blacksmiths, the blades of each tool were coated with a touch of azure, and the carving progress was greatly accelerated.

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On this morning, amidst the noisy excavation sounds, a clear, crisp bell rang out.

Having finished his "sheep-hunting" for the day, Thor crawled out of his den and looked into the distance. In the wilderness far away, a caravan was slowly approaching.

He then remembered that his original intention in building his nest here was actually to rob people on the road.

Has this caravan returned from the wilderness? Judging by the time, it's been almost two months since the first batch; they should be back by now.

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Mark sat on the edge of the carriage, gazing at the distant, low-lying mountains, a feeling of awe or a vague sense of relief welling up inside him.

The transaction went more smoothly than he had anticipated; the beastmen and kobolds forcibly placed in the caravan played a significant role.

After all, they are creatures who have lived in the wilderness their entire lives. They are not only experienced and able to sense and deal with various dangers, but also better able to communicate with those wilderness dwellers.

Some tribes, wary of the outside world, would attack humans the moment they saw them, giving them no chance to speak.

However, when the tall tiger-man appeared, the other party immediately became patient, and after some communication, several deals were successfully made.

But this is both its strength and its weakness.

Under the watchful eyes of these dragons' minions, Mark's original plan to leave via another path has now become a pipe dream.

I wonder how those companions who were left behind are doing now. I just hope that the red dragon will have mercy and spare their lives.

As for the valuables in the carriage? Mark didn't even dare to think about it. Throughout history, no one had ever heard of anyone managing to leave a dragon's territory safely with treasure.

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"Look who's here? Tiny insect, I'm glad you kept your promise and passed through my territory again."

As a special treat for returning customers, this time I will only take half of your goods and wealth, and return your manpower.

Of course, this is on the condition that you bring all my men back safely.

As the crisp sound of horses' hooves entered the valley, strange and evil creatures were drawn out from the rock walls on both sides.

A loud dragon roar echoed across the sky, and a crimson meteor, trailing a long, fiery tail, crashed into the front of the caravan, creating a scorching shockwave.

The scorching wind made Mark instinctively raise his hand to shield his face, and then he smelled a burning odor. Only after being reminded by his companion did he realize that his hair had been set ablaze by the flying sparks, and he hurriedly began to frantically pat it off.

After finally extinguishing the flames on his head, feeling the burning sensation on his scalp, he felt like crying but had no tears left.

But when he looked up at the red dragon in front of him, all his emotions vanished instantly, leaving only intense horror.

It's too big! It's absolutely too big!

In just two months, the red dragon had grown a whole size larger.

And what about those blade-like wings and tail, and those armor-like scales? Is this what a normal red dragon should look like?

That damned dragon has become even stronger.

Mark managed to suppress the turmoil in his heart thanks to the composure he had cultivated over most of his life. Facing Thor, who was looking down at him from above, he smiled ingratiatingly and said...

"Thank you for the great Red Dragon's mercy! Your minions have provided us with much help on this journey."

"I've successfully completed my mission; I've brought them all back safely, and they're all here."

Thor glanced at the faces of the evil creatures in the caravan, and apart from the tall tiger-man, he didn't really recognize the others.

After taking stock of the number of people, he summoned a kobold and ordered it to bring over the humans belonging to the caravan.

Not long after, the kobold returned, but there was no human behind it. Instead, it whispered a report to Thor in dragon language, which included barks.

What do you mean by the number of humans remaining here not matching up, that there are a few missing?

Chapter 121 Weapons

The caravan members who were forcibly detained by Thor, although they had traveled all over the country for many years, most of them had one or two professional levels. Among ordinary people, they could be considered as good at taking on ten people at once.

However, such strength is clearly insufficient compared to the vicious and evil creatures under Thor's command.

Some were executed for trying to escape, while others clashed with other monsters, resulting in casualties on both sides.

Thor usually doesn't bother with his chaotic underlings; several die almost every day, while new evil creatures join in.

So although the number of his subordinates hasn't changed much, they have actually been constantly being updated and replaced.

But those humans he forcibly kept were different. To the caravans, these were all people with names and identities. Losing even one of them meant a real loss, with no possibility of replacement.

Now that the other party has brought back all of Thor's men, he is unable to return the corresponding members of the caravan as promised. Is he going to break his promise?

But in the blink of an eye, Thor grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

He did indeed say that he would return one subordinate and release one human. Since the caravan didn't have enough members, he would just use members from other caravans to make up for it.

They're all human, so they can all be used in the same way.

After giving the dog-headed man a few more instructions, the small creature with reddish-brown scales immediately hopped away.

Before long, it led a group of humans over. They all looked disheveled, their clothes were covered in filth, and they even smelled faintly of foul odor. They were almost no different from monsters in the wilderness.

The long-awaited reunion brought genuine joy to them and the members of the caravan.

However, after recognizing each other, Mark's expression became somewhat awkward, and he spoke cautiously.

"Your Excellency Red Dragon, there are a few people here who don't seem to be members of our caravan, what do you think..."

Upon hearing this, Thor's molten gold pupils narrowed instantly, and he exhaled two scorching breaths from his nostrils, speaking with a threatening tone.

Are you saying I made a mistake?

The oncoming gust of wind stung Mark's skin, and he immediately realized that he might have overstepped his bounds.

"No! No! I absolutely didn't mean that. I must have mistaken them for someone else because they were too dirty."

Looking at them now, they are indeed members of our caravan, not one missing, all of them are here.”

The other party's pragmatism made Thor burst into laughter, the rolling sound waves echoing through the valley for a long time.

Then he waved his paw, and more kobolds and beastmen came up and began to remove the waterproof cloths covering the carriages.

The salt, ironware, and various daily necessities that had been loaded earlier had been transformed into animal hides, dried herbs, magical materials, and a small amount of ores and jewelry.

Although Thor didn't need most of the items inside, he still had thousands of men, so he unceremoniously took half of them.

When the caravan members saw this, their faces showed expressions as if their mothers had died.

But then he thought that losing his wealth was better than losing his life. Judging from the situation, he should be able to save his life, and a secret joy welled up in his heart.

What they didn't expect was that the "surprise" didn't end there.

Saul knew that dealing with businessmen required neither showing them mercy nor exploiting them too much.

If you soften your stance, the other party will find all sorts of loopholes to exploit; if you exploit them too much, they will stay far away.

So after having his men carry away the goods he had chosen, he summoned another kobold and growled in a low voice:

"Go and bring over all those little gadgets that the gray dwarves have recently made."

The kobold accepted the order and left. Not long after, he arrived with a group of gray dwarves.

These gray dwarves were mostly carrying long, narrow wooden boxes in their hands. Their gazes swept over the humans in the caravan with a sinister scrutiny.

In the eyes of the Grey Dwarves, humans are superior slaves, far more useful than the bizarre creatures of the Underdark.

Even though he had been subdued by Thor and was in a state of enslavement, his inherent nature could not be changed.

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Thor stretched out his claws and snatched the wooden box from the lead grey dwarf craftsman. A surge of intense heat caused the box's outer shell to char and burst open, revealing a long, gleaming white sword dotted with azure stars inside.

The other gray dwarves also opened the wooden boxes, revealing all sorts of weapons inside.

"Look at this, forged from refined steel and combined with makara stone from the depths of the earth, this is how a powerful weapon was created."

Although it's not enchanted, its hardness and toughness are in no way inferior to some low-level magical weapons. I have many more like it. Interested in making a trade?

A qualified businessman should have a keen sense of wealth, like a dragon. The moment Mark saw the long knife, his eyes lit up.

"I wonder what kind of trade the great red dragon desires? If there is anything I can do to serve you, I will do my utmost."

Thor brandished the longsword in his claws, his sharp fingers applying slight pressure, leaving five shallow scratches on the blade amidst a grating scraping sound.

As soon as his claws loosened, the entire long knife immediately plummeted to the ground under the force of gravity, embedding itself deeply into the soil.

"Take this longsword as an example. I'll charge you 300 gold coins for it. As for how much you can sell it for, that depends on your skills."

This price is not low. In this world, the monthly living expenses of an average family of three are only about one gold coin.

The vast majority of people without a special skill cannot save any money throughout the year, and their daily income is just enough to cover their expenses.

In other words, such a long knife would require an average family to work for 25 years without eating or drinking in order to afford it.

Upon hearing the offer, Mark hesitated for a moment. His businessman's instincts told him to try and lower the price further, but the moment his eyes met Thor's molten gold pupils, all his confidence vanished.

What are you thinking? This creature in front of you is not someone you can bargain with. What he's saying isn't negotiation, it's clearly an order.

Realizing this, Mark couldn't help but give a wry smile, saying with a hint of guilt:

"This is a very good deal, I agree with it, it's just that the profits from this trade weren't too good, and I didn't have any gold coins on me, so..."

Thor naturally knew the reason for all this; the old man in front of him had long since been robbed of all his money.

The reason he brought out these weapons, forged from iron ore and mixed with a small amount of sparrow stone and dragon crystal, was not to continue plundering the other party's property, but to use them as bait to attract more merchants and even other creatures.

Chapter 122 The Transaction

Sparrowstone possesses superior physical properties far exceeding those of ordinary materials. Combined with the dwarves' exquisite craftsmanship, the resulting weapon can be described as exceptional. It is no exaggeration to say that it can rival ordinary magical equipment.

On the market, the price of a regular magical weapon is usually between three hundred and five hundred gold coins. Thor's price of three hundred gold coins per weapon still leaves a considerable profit margin for merchants.

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"It's okay if you don't have any money on you, just remember to bring enough next time!"

This long sword is for you. You're a shrewd person, and I believe we'll meet again soon."

Thor gave Mark a meaningful smile, then tilted his head back and let out a low growl, causing the surrounding evil creatures to scatter in panic.

He himself flapped his enormous wings, which were large enough to span three basketball courts, and, enveloped in rising flames, transformed into a crimson meteor that shot straight into the sky.

Mark stared in the direction the red dragon had gone, momentarily unable to believe that he had been let off so easily, as if he were in a dream.

It wasn't until his companions reminded him that he snapped out of his daze, pulled up the still-hot longsword from the ground, and hurriedly led his caravan on their way.

He traveled swiftly until the rolling hills were completely behind him, and the wilderness-like atmosphere of the surrounding environment gradually dissipated, replaced by traces of human activity. Only then did he feel completely at ease.

After the daytime hustle and bustle subsided, the caravan stopped in the quiet night, arranged the cargo-laden wagons in a circle around the perimeter, and began to set up camp and rest.

By the dim light of the oil lamp, Mark drew the longsword given to him by the dragon. His rough fingertips slowly traced the blade, carefully caressing the five indentations that seemed to be engraved on it.