A salesman who suddenly showed up would always make people wary, and a helpful helper who suddenly showed up would always make people suspicious, especially in a place like the Chaos Abyss.
However, although the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend, it had the potential to become my friend.
And so, I "just happened" to "coincidentally" encounter a Bloodspear lizardmen patrol team right under the dwarves' noses. I then fought and killed off two lizardmen squads before being welcomed by a group of dark dwarves.
Of course, that dwarf who was jumping up and down on the castle walls pointing at me was probably the reason why I was able to enter Blackrock Fortress so quickly.
"Master, master, we don't understand your martial arts technique book."
The moment I entered Blackrock Fortress's main gate, that impulsive dwarf came looking for me. It would seem that he had a high status in this tribe.
"It's only right that you don't understand it. I don't understand it myself either. Besides, if I could understand it, why would I sell it to you? I would've kept it for myself long ago. "
Of course, I wouldn't tell you the truth. At the very least, I would be more considerate in after-sales service for customers who came here to be scammed. I would smile and tell them …
"I'm sorry, your version is too old and needs to be upgraded. If you want to upgrade, please spend 500 soul coins to register as a member, then spend another 500 soul coins to upgrade your martial arts technique to version 1.0 of the Chaos Abyss language. If you spend twice the price to upgrade to a VIP account, you'll receive a master's voice explanation, and you're guaranteed to learn … What? You don't need to spend money? Silly child, how can you become stronger without spending money!? Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy! "
Then, I would trick him into spending a second and third amount of money to upgrade to a normal member, VIP member, diamond VIP member, and lifetime honorary VIP member!
However, I felt that since I was surrounded by dwarves, they would probably beat me to death if I said such a thing. So, I smiled mysteriously.
"Please contact customer service for after-sales service. Roland has the right to explain everything … Cough, cough, I'm here now, aren't I? How can you learn such a high-level martial arts technique just by reading books? Since you're willing to spend money, of course I'm here to teach you. "
At that moment, the dwarf's eyes filled with hot tears.
"Good person, there are actually good people in the Chaos Abyss! Father, I wasn't fooled this time! You're wrong, there are still good people in this world! "
The young dwarf turned around with hot tears in his eyes. The black-haired, long-bearded dwarf he referred to as his father seemed to be the leader of this group.
Alright, there are too many bad points. Let me go through them first.
It seemed that the Dwarf Prince had been criticized for bringing back a martial arts manual that no one could understand. It seemed that this wasn't the first time he had been tricked.
Noble status, innocent, easy to fool …
And so, the way I looked at him changed. Earlier, I had thought that he was an easy customer to fool, but now, I was looking at a fat sheep.
Judging from the other dark dwarves' vigilant gazes, even among the dark dwarves, there were very few natural fat sheep like her. And so, I stretched out my arms again and pushed up another ball of light …
"Paladin!!"
"A Saint Knight? How can there be a living Holy Knight in the Abyss? "
I have to say, the Holy Knight's image of a sucker is quite good. When the Holy Light shines down, I notice that the dwarves have clearly relaxed their guard.
Huh? Do you think that just because you're a Holy Knight, you won't cheat? He was really young.
That's right, a Holy Knight wouldn't normally cheat others, but if he really did … well, he wouldn't be cheating anyone, so it didn't matter.
"It was definitely the God of Holy Light's mistake when he recruited you as a Holy Knight. Just how much of the Holy Knight job class have you done? Just how many unspeakable things have you done as a Holy Knight …"
The silly cat's words were unable to shake my will. I was currently doing something serious, not because I'd lost count of how many people I'd cheated.
"Be more serious! You're lying!"
Even though I was inwardly commenting, I had a serious expression on my face. Holy Light shone on my face, and motes of holy light fell on the ground. I was always accompanied by justice and holiness.
"We've come to this land of evil in order to carry out a holy mission …"
That was all I needed to say. Every year, there would be some Holy Knight with a screw loose who would voluntarily go out to fight against evil. And those who directly rushed into the Chaos Abyss were probably the ones with the worst screw loose.
"What place is more evil than the Chaos Abyss? We should be sweeping through the Chaos Abyss and killing all the evil demons and devils. Why are we only waiting for those villains to attack us? We should actively attack them and kill the threat in the cradle! "
Such a saying was quite popular among the radical Holy Knight. However, 80% of those who actually went out to fight against evil would die in the Chaos Abyss, 10% would have their wills collapse, and the remaining 10% … no, they wouldn't succeed in fighting against evil. They would transform into demons and become residents of the Chaos Abyss.
As far as I knew, very few Holy Knights who went to the Chaos Abyss were able to return.
The Chaos Abyss was filled with evil and would devour everything. Holy Knights would receive special treatment from the will of the Chaos Abyss. They would often die especially pitiful deaths.
Would you be able to obtain victory in a single battle? Would you be able to obtain victory in a daily battle? Would you be able to fight against a powerful demon noble? How many Demon Lords would you be able to escape from? Every living creature here, even the soil itself, was filled with evil. How many could you possibly fight against?
If you stopped your determination to fight against evil, that would be the equivalent of betraying your own faith. You would fall into depravity, but with endless evil right before you, how many could you possibly fight against?
If you were lucky, you would be able to escape with your life before becoming useless. If you were unlucky, you would have to stay here forever. Of course, there were exceptions to everything. Estrada had once gone to the Chaos Abyss for a special reason, but he had returned quite smoothly.
Adam and I had also gone to several levels of the Chaos Abyss during our travels back in the day. Our current meeting location was exactly the same as before.
Cough, I went off topic. Right now, the dwarves were looking at me with expressions like "yet another Holy Knight with a screw loose" or "I wonder how long he'll be able to live."
But with this new skin, the dwarves were much less vigilant and hostile toward me. Meanwhile, even though the dwarves were also "evil" residents of the Chaos Abyss, the dwarves seemed to be easier to deal with than the other residents of the Chaos Abyss.
Since both sides had lowered their vigilance and had a need for each other, it would naturally be easier to communicate with each other.
I only gave the dwarven leader's son named Moore a few simple pointers on his martial arts, and I obtained the trust of this naive young dwarf (who was over 100 years old).
I then casually revealed to him that I intended to "go to the deeper Chaos Abyss to fight against even stronger evils." Moore almost blurted out that he had a teleportation portal to the lower planes.
A stable teleportation portal would be a priceless treasure. It was obvious that this was the Blackrock dwarves' top secret. Fortunately, the dwarven guards stopped him. Otherwise, if he had revealed this secret, even I wouldn't have been able to deal with him.
As we chatted, Moore became even more filled with hope and dreams for the mortal plane. He wanted nothing more than to immediately head to the mortal plane for an adventure. This was even more astonishing.
Such a naive dark dwarf had actually lived in the Chaos Abyss for almost 100 years. I could only sigh at the arrangements of fate. As we chatted, I more or less understood the situation between the Blackrock dwarves and the Bloodspear Lizardmen.
Actually, there wasn't anything new about the situation. Originally, both sides minded their own business, but there were many conflicts and grudges between them. Then, one day, the lizardmen suddenly obtained some sort of treasure and suddenly became powerful. They then began to take over territory and capture other species as their vassals and slaves.
The dwarves weren't easy to deal with either. They had a strong army and excellent weapons. Both sides viciously fought several times. The lizardmen trained draconic beasts to be cannon fodder, while the dwarves had limited numbers and couldn't afford to suffer losses. In the end, they could only retreat and defend.
Recently, however, the lizardmen had become more and more arrogant. They constantly attacked dwarven merchant groups and pedestrians. Merchants who wanted to purchase dwarven weapons didn't even dare to come to the dwarves' territory anymore. There was also a problem with the dwarves' food supply.
Judging from how easily the dwarves told me what they wanted to do, they also intended to drag me down with them.
If an impulsive young Holy Knight heard that there were "such evil creatures" here, he would immediately take his sword and charge at them. Although this would be quite fitting for my current personality, but …
"It's a pity that I now have an even more divine mission. The great Holy Light will guide me to complete my own trial, and my Holy Sword was also destroyed in battle. I'm currently searching for a new Holy Sword …"
I had a perfectly timed expression of regret as I expressed my desire for battle … Actually, what I said just now was all nonsense. What was a divine mission? For a Holy Knight, wouldn't every day count as a trial? As for my Holy Sword being destroyed? I didn't mention the time. How many Holy Swords had I already broken in battle?
However, my words were altered by my expression. In the eyes of Moore and the others, my Holy Knight's expression was filled with hesitation and guilt. That was because he was carrying a God's mission, and he regretted not being able to fight against the evil creatures before him.
My words also faintly "revealed" that I had a powerful strength that allowed me to look down on the lizardmen. I also "unintentionally" revealed that I needed a convenient Holy Sword.
Alright then, I wasn't afraid of you being determined to leave. I was afraid that you had no desires. Do you want a weapon? Don't you know where you are? This is the dark dwarves' castle!
Everyone would think of blacksmiths when mentioning the dark dwarves. However, not only were they skilled at digging holes, they were also excellent miners. The dark dwarves were incredibly wealthy as they possessed dimensional portals, especially when it came to magical ores. They had thousands of years of accumulated magical ores.
Right now, I was going to create a batch of magic swords, but I was currently lacking materials. Since I met them, how could I possibly miss this opportunity?
And then, I told Moore stories and taught him martial arts. Then, I waited for the dark dwarves to deliver their treasure trove to me for me to choose from.
Meanwhile, my new subordinates had probably already arrived at the lizardmen's territory.
"Ha, in our line of work, we'll eat the plaintiff before eating the defendant …"
Just as Roland was feeling quite proud of himself, a strong black dragon met up with three adult black dragons in the sky above the Blackrock tribe's territory and the Bloodspear lizardmen's territory.
However, they were heading in the same direction. They exchanged glances and saw that the other party's face and body had recently been injured.
Dragons were highly territorial creatures to begin with. Even if they were of the same species, it was still possible for them to have conflicts. However, when they thought about the powerful God above them, they spat on each other and went their own ways.
"Tsk, three crippled dragons!"
Little Red beat them up so badly that they lost an eye, half a tail, and a wing …
"Tsk, crippled. They lost all their tails, yet they still have the face to come out."
Roland ate the dragon's tail …
They spoke in unison. Dragons had excellent hearing, so both sides heard each other. However, they could only viciously glare at each other before going back to their master's task.
They didn't know that their fates were actually quite similar since they both looked down on each other. They were both enslaved by their masters who didn't care about them. They were both sent to spy on each other. They were both sent to eat up each other's family … In the end, they would probably meet again on the battlefield. It was just that they didn't know whose family they would be loyal to if they died in battle, or whose family they would be enemies with. Their masters were good friends, yet they were enemies.
Their relationships were truly messy …
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