Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

Chapter 1000: Chapter 611: Fanged Megacity, Honorable Lich, Magic Exchange! (Part 2)

The merchant caravan slowly entered this massive city. The city gates were incredibly grand, and the thickness was equally astonishing—the city gate arch alone was about thirty to forty meters wide.

Fang Zhou stood on the carriage, advancing at a steady pace with the undead beast mount, passing through the dim city gate arch and seeing light once again.

He thought he had already entered the city, but it was just wishful thinking; this was not yet the city’s interior.

What caught Fang Zhou’s eyes was another city wall over two hundred meters away.

This city wall was even grander, and in addition to that, it had countless shooting holes on it.

Once again, it was a metal city wall with barbs, equally grand and imposing, an impact on Fang Zhou that was simply immense.

The Trist Merchant Group made a turn after passing through the first city wall and continued along the bottom of the first city wall.

After walking for more than a kilometer, they arrived at the gate of the second city wall.

The two city gates were not interconnected, which might have some impact on daily travel.

But for attacking enemies, it was a more painful challenge.

Clearly, Tusk City, wrapped in metal city walls, had defensive power that was unimaginably high.

Thankfully, after the merchant caravan passed through the second city gate arch, Fang Zhou was not greeted by a third city wall.

He finally saw the city.

Fang Zhou glanced back at the city walls behind him, where the metal walls cast enormous shadows under the sunlight.

Tusk City’s mere two walls were already enough to make attackers feel it was unassailable.

So, what kind of astounding sight would the renowned Blood Moon Fortress have, famous in the Bottomless Abyss and the Undead Realm?

It was said that the Blood Moon Fortress had eighteen walls and was continuously being expanded...

"How is it... quite spectacular, right?"

Up ahead, Trist stopped here and pointed at the city, speaking to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou looked at the giant city before him and couldn’t help but nod in admiration, "It truly is spectacular!"

Tusk City, rather than being called a city, was more like a place that was half city and half fortress.

The buildings in the city were all made of death energy-infused metal.

Looking at the thick walls of the roadside houses, Fang Zhou could even sense the runes within.

Trist said proudly, "There’s no choice—this is the Wailing Blood Plain, where the demons’ counterattacks are incredibly fierce!

The higher the defense of a city, the more it attracts powerful undead to join.

Otherwise, who knows if you’ll be snatched out for a demon’s meal in the middle of the night!"

Trist led the merchant group forward, saying, "Lord Fang Zhou, we’re heading to the marketplace now. My goods will soon be sold out there."

Fang Zhou observed the sights on either side of the street; the city’s ecosystem was quite peculiar.

Among the undead in the Blood War Furnace, it was not an exaggeration to say that every undead was a soldier.

Or rather, it’s more apt to say that undead were all laborers rather than soldiers.

No boss anywhere is as formidable as the undead rulers in the Blood War Furnace.

Lower-level undead have almost no ability to resist when facing higher-level undead.

This holds especially true when facing their direct undead leaders who promoted them.

Higher-level undead can freely allocate the work of lower-level undead.

Even tasks known to lead to death cannot be refused by these lower-level undead.

If death cannot be refused, what else can be?

Working is simply an unquestionable duty, even if it means working all year round for meager pay.

Sometimes this meager pay will be deducted with suitable excuses by higher-level undead.

Even if a lower-level undead has earned sufficient merit or worked long enough to accumulate soul power for advancement,

the higher-level undead always find all sorts of excuses and reasons to withhold this soul power.

Unless there’s truly no way out or no reasons to think of, these high-level undead conduct advancement ceremonies for the lower-level undead.

If a lower-level undead is not smart enough or pleasing to their leader, they may labor tirelessly for a hundred years and still remain a lower undead.

Compared to the undead rulers in the Blood War Furnace, leaders or bosses in any other world seem almost as kind as angels.

On Tusk City’s streets, there were many shops too, which opened Fang Zhou’s eyes.

What intrigued him was a shop run by a powerful Corpse Witch.

"Sir... come and play!"

Fang Zhou followed the voice and even saw a bar run by a vampire young lady.

The Blood War Furnace was indeed vast and full of wonders!

Once entering the street of this trading market, Trist seemed to change into a different undead, showcasing his abilities.

He quickly rented a piece of land, bringing the entire merchant group over.

This piece of land was almost vacant, surrounded by many merchants like Trist, with their caravans selling things.

With the busy efforts of the undead in the merchant group, the once-empty ground soon became filled with large tents and encampments.

The undead beast mounts were placed at the back, and the goods hanging from them were unloaded and categorically placed in the tents.

And in other tents, there were various weapons and equipment, even different kinds of magic potions and magic scrolls.

Following Trist as they checked these merchandise tents, Fang Zhou voiced his curiosity, "Lord Trist... there’s something I don’t understand and wish to ask you."

"Go ahead and ask..." Trist, with his hands behind his back, bore the rare large belly among vampire nobles.

"Tusk City is so big, and I see many kinds of shops here too.

Why would you bring these goods here? Aren’t you afraid they won’t sell?" asked Fang Zhou.

Trist shook his head with a smile.

He turned around, pointing to the various goods behind him, "Tusk City is large, and there are many shops, but it doesn’t affect my merchant group!

Lord Fang Zhou, you truly are an outsider—still not fully aware of the fleeting nature of the Wailing Blood Plain.

This is the Wailing Blood Plain, where goods need not fear not finding a buyer.

Even if you bring in the most ordinary swords, you can find suitable buyers here and then make a good profit!"

After hearing Trist’s explanation, Fang Zhou nodded thoughtfully.

In the subsequent time, Fang Zhou did not continue to stay with Trist’s merchant group. He chose to explore on his own.

As he wandered through this makeshift trading market, Fang Zhou indeed found, just as Trist mentioned, that the merchant caravans were selling all sorts of goods.

No matter how expensive or poor the goods were, they always found suitable buyers here.

It might be because Tusk City is a newly built city in the Wailing Blood Plain, so productivity and techniques haven’t caught up yet.

Walking along, Fang Zhou exited the makeshift market, heading towards a shop the Trist Merchant Group had passed by.

The Magic Hut of the powerful Corpse Witch.

Spending a short time, Fang Zhou arrived at it.

The magic hut wasn’t very large, around forty to fifty square meters.

Upon entering, the Corpse Witch didn’t speak, lying behind the counter with eyes closed, silent.

Fang Zhou sensed a strong threat from this Corpse Witch, clearly a Lich at least of the Glory Champion Tier.

He sighed inwardly; in the Wasteland of Strife, he was the most powerful Golden Level Tomb Lord.

After crossing worlds to the Blood War Furnace, the place wasn’t exactly swarming with gold, but it was close to that.

The number of Golden Tier undead and demons dying daily in the Blood War Furnace was likely beyond anything Fang Zhou had known in his lifetime.

Even a small Magic Hut had a Glory Champion Tier Lich as its owner—it was truly suffocating.

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