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Most people would think that Rivegaz would never step out of the treasure bay because leaving his golden nest would make him feel unsafe. Amid the crisis-ridden thorns, the treasure bay had almost no allies, but there were many mortal enemies. However, Rivegaz was happy to maintain this illusion. He did not crouch down on the coast, and prepared for any possible orders while completing the transaction at hand. He was a goblin, a goblin who knew how to do business.

The greater the risk, the higher the transaction income! This is his creed.

Treasure Bay has become an informal trading place. Hot goods or things without markets can be sold here. This also means that there are only people who do business in Treasure Bay, and there is no race.

But since he received a new business, he began to become restless. There has never been a precedent for the undead to do business with himself. Could this be the conspiracy of the Blood Sail Pirate? The rich man shook his head. Digg saw the other person with his own eyes, so he should not be wrong. Farreville is an extreme racist, and he will never allow himself to let a dead man work for him.

"Time is money," he said in that familiar tone, as he said, at this moment he was going to rush to the place where he met the other party alone.

There is no doubt that Rivegaz's courage shocked him. If he really had an accident, he would have suffered a huge loss and he had not had time to write a suicide note to himself.

The place to meet, in the Mist Canyon.

Rivegaz packed up his precious sword and dagger. In less than five minutes, he had arrived at the entrance of the valley. He knew this place. This was the gathering place for the gorillas in the Stranglethorn Valley. The long-haired animals were playing and playing in the canyon, making a lot of noise. The same was true at night.

Rivegaz began to think that his decision to come alone was wise. The situation in front of him told him that the other party had not arrived yet. Rivegaz grinned a big smile, and he found a commanding height that could overlook the entire canyon and looked past the gaps in the grass. He did not wait much time.

A figure with darkness all over his body came out in the shadow of the night. The cloak covered his appearance, but the figure under the cloak was enough to make Rivegaz determine that the other party was really a dead soul. His color was exactly the same as the surrounding environment, but he could not fit in it no matter what. Rivegaz's palms began to sweat, and the other party must be a not simple guy. He was a little curious, whether... he would know soon.

The man slowed down and stepped into the path of the canyon. The gorillas were scared away by the intruders. Rivegaz did not reveal himself hiding behind the rocks, but just shouted loudly: "Hello, Mr. Dead! Are you the savior of Cape Kara?"

Instead of lifting up the hood, the undead looked up and showed a pair of terrible eyes, staring at the place where Rivegas was hiding.

"If you don't come, the Savior will become a killer." Nathanos Wither, the Forgotten leader, also shouted loudly: "But now, he has regained his life."

"Please don't do this! Kara Cape and I have not yet ended, and he still owe me a few years of construction!"

Nathanos looked at the goblin running towards him, "Then don't waste your time and talk about the serious business."

"No, no! As the party initiating the transaction, you should first let me see if my 'cargo' is intact!"

Rivegaz's request was in his calculations, but Nathanos still felt that the other party was too greedy.

"Come with me!"

Rivegaz laughed again, "You are really a businessman." The rich man followed Nathanos, but he immediately noticed that they were going deep into the canyon instead of turning around. The goblin suspected that the other party might have been staying in this canyon? If that's the case, then...

"I'll ask you, how many undead have come to Stranglethorn Valley besides you?"

Nathanos laughed, and he knew the goblin's little abacus. "Don't worry, I won't let you see all of us. I have brought your first mate, and he is in the canyon."

"That's good, that's good!" Rivegaz kept rubbing his hands. He heard that the undead can eat people, which made him worried for a long time.

The two men, one tall and one short, walked for a long time before they stopped in front of a cave entrance. Nathanos turned around and said, "Enter and see your 'cargo'."

"Hope there is an invoice." Rivegaz walked into the cave timidly. He didn't let Nathanos wait too long, and he came out after a few minutes.

"He is still alive. Although he can't work for me now, I still want to thank you. Now we can discuss cooperation. Are you going to my office?"

"No need, I'm in a hurry, so I won't go around the corner. I need a ship, a large cargo ship."

"What? My first mate is not worth a ship. This transaction is a loss!" Rivegaz kept shaking his head. A large cargo ship can transport several tons of supplies. If it is transported a few more times, the money it earns is hard to imagine.

"Only the life of a first mate alone will make you feel like you have a loss, but if..." Nathanos bent down and muttered a few words to Rivegaz's big ears.

The rich man's eyes slowly widened, staring at Nathanos in disbelief, "Is what you said... true?"

The undead did not respond. Rivegaz paced back and forth in front of Nathanos, looking at him from time to time, but he could not find a reason to refuse the chips given by the other party.

"Oh well."

...

Veronara has been waiting for Nathanos. According to time, he should have been back long ago. If he doesn't come back, he will probably have to send someone to search.

Fortunately, she did not do so, and the Withered was just a little later than expected.

After seeing him, Veronara immediately walked forward, and the complicated expression on her face made Nathanos feel what was going on.

“There is a new situation?”

The Dark Ranger nodded and reported in a low voice: "We have caught a troll during your time out and are waiting for you to come back to deal with it."

"Troll?" Nathanos's eyes turned cold. "This place was indeed the territory of forest trolls, but that happened a long time ago. How could there be trolls?"

"I've seen the Forest Troll, the Withering One. But the guy we caught seems a little different, you have to go and see it myself."

Nathanos looked at Veronara. The Dark Ranger was once an elves and had a natural hatred towards the trolls. He was very grateful that she did not kill first and then report.

"Take me to see."

It is strange that a living appears in the camp of the Forgotten. When Nathanos returns, he finally knows what the difference is like in Veronara's description of the troll.

Not to mention Veronara, even he had never seen a troll like this. The other party looked quite a bit of origin. Unlike the forest trolls and jungle trolls, his skin was pale gray. He wore a golden crown on his head, the same color as the shoulder guards on his body, and a shiny blue gem was inlaid with his teeth. His teeth were like ivory. What surprised Nathanos the most was his long white hair. The troll was an immortal species. Nathanos had never seen a troll with white hair and beard.

Watching Nathanos come over, the trolls guarded by two dark rangers showed an intriguing smile.

"You're their leader?"

When the troll started to speak, Nathanos felt incredible. He could not hear any useful information from the other party's tone. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Tell me your name."

"Just a traveler who leaves his hometown."

Nathanos was very dissatisfied with the troll's teasing answer, and he said again: "I'm asking for your name."

Although he felt the threat, the troll seemed to be in a hurry at all. He still answered slowly and this time he did not test Nathanos' patience again. "Zuer! My name is Zuer. It's just an ordinary name."

The Withered Man's eyes slowly opened wide, and he was stunned for a long time before he reacted. "Very good." Nathanos said without hesitation, and turned to Veronara. "Let our people go to the coast immediately, we must leave here before dawn. As for him..." The Withered Man looked at Zul deliberately, "Let him go."

Before Veronara could reveal her confusion, Zul was the first to speak: "You can see that you are a wise leader." The troll stood up, and although he bent his back, his body was still much burly than Nathanos. "We should meet again."

Zul was about to leave, but the two dark rangers who were guarding him stopped him. Zul looked at Nathanos again. After the Withered Nodded to the Rangers, Zul finally regained his freedom.

His slow speed was not as if he had escaped from the cage, making people wonder if he had just attended a grand party.

"Why did you let him go? If he reveals our whereabouts to others..."

"Who would believe the words of a troll in this land? And he is not an ordinary troll. Whether it is skin color or his outfit, he is essentially different from the forest troll and the jungle troll."

Thinking of the war with the trolls, Veronara shuddered, "If..."

Nathanos raised his hand. "No need to ask more. I understand what you are worried about, but we will leave here soon. When we arrive at Kalimdo, it will be difficult for us to meet trolls."

"As you wish, the Withered." Veronala murmured, relaxed and began to organize people to leave the Stranglethorn Valley in an orderly manner. Although she wanted to know how Nathanos got a ship from a goblin's hand, she believed that Nathanos would not tell her.
Chapter completed!