"Mr. Urnos, is there any way to dispel the black fog outside?"
The Troll City Lord moved his fat body in the sedan chair somewhat anxiously. When he turned his body, the solid wood sedan chair under him creaked.
The troll city lord's face, which was so fat that his eyes were almost invisible, was filled with anxiety.
This troll black market was passed down from his great-great-grandfather. It is said that his great-great-grandfather was a regressive two-headed troll wizard.
The two heads bring a stronger spiritual power.
This great-great-grandfather was able to communicate with the Lord of the Dark Dimension through this mental power, so he was able to preserve such a large area in the newly built New York City as a black market.
The reason why the Troll Black Market has been able to survive in the dark world of New York for so many years is because of the wizard barrier left by his great-great-grandfather, which makes this area invisible to humans.
Many dark races come here to trade because of the reputation of the Troll Black Market as a safe place.
The strange black fog that was spreading outside and the people who were dying one after another all told him that the black market credibility on which the trolls depended for their survival was collapsing.
The troll city lord rubbed his fat hands anxiously, and his ten fingers were shining with jewels. Each finger was wearing a thick gold ring.
These gold rings were specially made according to his body shape, and the thick rings were thick enough to be worn on a child's arm as gold bracelets.
Each of the ten large gold rings is inlaid with gemstones of various colors, including rubies, sapphires, and cat's eyes. Each one is of pure color and crystal clear.
Even if placed in a jewelry store in the human world, these gems are top-notch luxury goods, the kind that are measured by carats.
It can be said that just from the jeweled gold rings on the ten fingers of the Troll City Lord, one can see how much wealth this black market has brought to the troll clan.
"Master, if you can help us solve the trouble outside, we at the Troll Black Market are willing to take care of the witchcraft materials you need!"
The Troll City Lord naturally couldn't just sit and watch the black market passed down by his great-great-grandfather collapse.
Seeing Urnos remaining silent, he thought he was asking for an exorbitant price and wanted to take the opportunity to extort money from him, so he just spoke directly.
When the Troll City Lord thought of the things Urnos had purchased on the black market and the prices of those things, he felt distressed.
But when he looked up and saw the black fog outside, reason reminded him that without the help of the dark wizard Urnos,
If he can't get rid of the murderous black fog as soon as possible, his treasure chest will be on the verge of bankruptcy!
Urnos looked back at the troll city lord, and two balls of will-o'-the-wisp flickered under his dark hood:
"Zanjir! This is not about reward. You trolls are in big trouble!"
Big trouble
Zanzil, the lord of the Troll Black Market, heard what Urnos said, which didn't seem like a joke.
Seeing that Urnos obviously had no intention of helping, he turned around and whispered a few words to a sedan bearer and bodyguard troll beside him.
The troll bodyguard nodded and ran quickly into the black market.
After a while, the troll bodyguard came back with more than twenty fully armed trolls.
These troll guards responsible for the security of the black market are almost a head taller than ordinary trolls. Compared with their obese brethren, their bodies are covered with bulging muscles, and their arms are sturdy and thicker than an adult's waist.
Even the bearmen and lionmen, the strongest orcs, looked much thinner recently.
In terms of equipment, these troll guards are fully clothed in special leather armor, and some of them have a layer of human bulletproof vests on the outside of the leather armor.
Although these largest-sized bulletproof vests look as small as close-fitting vests when worn by them, but with the weapons in their hands.
The orcs gathered at the door lowered their voices a few degrees.
Looking at the thick black heavy machine guns in the hands of these trolls and the long brass ammunition chains as thick as thumbs wrapped around their bodies, even the Elf Prince put away the spear in his hand.
So as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
"Mr. Urnos, times have changed. We are no longer the trolls who only knew how to charge with giant axes and flails hundreds of years ago!"
The strong guards relieved the anxiety of the troll city lord Zanzil. He pointed his thick finger at his head towards Urnos:
"This is no longer the Middle Ages. We have machine guns, cannons, and even anti-aircraft missiles and tanks in my troll city!"
"Whoever dares to cause trouble for us will have to pay the price!"
Twenty or so troll guards armed with heavy machine guns stood behind the troll city lord Zanzil, seeming to add some persuasiveness to his words.
Boom!
The smug smile on Zanzil's face didn't last long, as there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling behind him.
Zanzil turned his head slowly.
"Hard fist, huh? Iron fist, huh?"
On the broken wooden frame, a red-skinned, horned demon was pressing a giant ape in armor against a pillar and hammering his face madly.
The red-skinned, broken-horned demon kept cursing as heavy fists hit his face with thuds.
The poor giant ape's face was bruised and swollen, blood was gushing out of his nose, his eyes were a little crooked, and he was dazed as he got beaten with one arm hanging down.
"Wink!"
Anu breathed in and out with gritted teeth, enduring the pain of having his teeth knocked out, while he pressed the head of the giant ape in front of him with one hand and punched it upwards frantically.
"Anu, be careful!"
The Elf Prince's furious voice and Abel's warning sounded at the same time—
A spear cut through the air and stabbed Hellboy in the back.
After being reminded by Abel, Anu turned around, grabbed the giant ape Wink in front of him and blocked him.
Buzz!
The trembling spear stopped in front of the giant ape Wenk's chest, and the sharp tip of the spear was less than three inches away from the giant ape's heart.
The elf prince moved the spear from high speed to stillness smoothly without any effort.
Prince Nuada held the gun handle with one hand, turned around and looked unkindly at the fishman in the crowd who was giving a reminder.
The fishman Abel subconsciously shrank back into the crowd.
"Red monkey, let Wink go!"
Prince Nuada turned around, raised his spear slightly, and aimed it at Hellboy.
Anu grabbed the giant ape by the collar and used his body to block Prince Nuada's spear again, while glaring at Prince Nuada demonstratively.
"Little white face, it's okay, just keep stabbing!"
Anu held the beaten giant ape in one hand, took out a thick cigar from his trouser pocket and put it in his mouth.
Then he took out a lighter, lit a cigar, and challenged the Elf Prince while smoking the cigar with some pride.
Prince Nuada looked at him deeply, danced with his spear, put his spear back, and turned to look at the troll city lord.
"Zanjir, these two are investigators from the Humanity's Paranormal Defense Agency. They are investigating your troll black market. You handle it on your own!"
After saying this, Prince Nuada walked to the side, revealing a group of orcs and trolls who were eyeing him eagerly.
"Look who this is, the famous Hellboy from the Paranormal Defense Bureau, the only dark creature in the dark world who has been awarded the title of honorary human!"
The troll Zanzil, who was lying on the sedan chair, stared at Anu with his small eyes coldly:
"Honorary Human, what an honorable title. So, Mr. Human, the black fog outside is the work of your Paranormal Defense Bureau?"
"What black fog?" Anu was confused and didn't quite understand what the troll meant.
"Sir, we just came in to look for someone. The black fog outside has nothing to do with us!"
At this time, Abel walked out of the crowd and hurriedly explained to Zangil.
"Looking for someone?" Zangil clapped his fat hands and said to the bodyguard beside him, "Catch them!"
"Anu! Run!" With his super perception, Abel clearly heard what the obese troll said to his subordinates.
He dodged and slipped into the crowd like a slippery loach, running towards the alleys in the black market.
The loyal fishman did not forget to remind Anu before running away.
Crash-
Hellboy Anu took a look at the troll guards who raised their heavy machine guns, and directly pushed the giant ape in his hand to the elf prince next to him.
He turned around and ran towards the black market.
Da da da da—
The troll guards didn't hesitate at all, raised the M249 standard general-purpose machine guns in their hands and started firing.
The bullets instantly blew apart the wooden frame near which Hellboy had just stood.
If the elf prince had not been quick-witted and pulled the giant ape Wink to the side, the dizzy giant ape would have been turned into a hornet's nest by these heavy machine guns.
After all, even if they are dark creatures, as long as they are mortal, most of them cannot withstand the machine gun fire.
"Four of you go and catch those two little mice. The rest of you, carry the big guys out of the warehouse and blast them outside. I don't believe that we can't blow up this black fog!"
Zanzil looked at Hellboy and the fishman who were sliding towards the black market, waved his hand, and four troll guards with machine guns chased after Hellboy.
The other trolls, except the guards who stayed with him, went to the black market's arms warehouse to get the big thing that Zanjir had mentioned!
"Big thing? Fatty, can you tell me what your big thing is? Zizi-"
Just as the troll guards left, a slightly sarcastic woman's voice sounded nearby.
This immediately made Zangir furious.
You have to know that Zangil weighs more than a thousand pounds, and although it does not affect his eating, sleeping, and even going to the toilet, there are special people to serve him.
But as we all know, if the body is too fat, the fat will squeeze out the space for some things. It is not a problem of size, but that there is too much fat and it cannot be found at all.
Zanjir can be fed by someone, and a goblin servant will wipe his butt when he goes to the toilet, but that aspect... um
Although he bought some fox girls, he usually just used them to watch singing and dancing and satisfy his sexual desires.
The sudden female voice might not have any other meaning, but this behavior was like making an OK sign with your hand in front of a South Korean man, which was absolutely unacceptable to Zangil.
"Who is talking? Get out!"
Zanzil looked at the dense crowd of orcs at the door, trying to find the rude bastard...
A cloud of blood mist flew in from outside the iron gate, landed in front of Zangil's sedan chair, and transformed into a gorgeous girl wearing a medieval European court dress!
"Fatty, you're looking for me!"
Amelia seemed to have completely ignored the gun raised by the troll bodyguard next to her, and she just patted Zanjil's belly.
"Amelia? How did you become like this? Is the black fog outside caused by you vampires? Do you want to go to war with us trolls?"
Zangjil looked at Amelia who appeared in a strange way, his face gloomy, and he looked at the "acquaintance" in front of him suspiciously!
The trolls and vampires also live in New York, so Zangil has naturally come into contact with Amelia, the ruling elder of the vampire clan.
However, if he remembered correctly, the two blood clans in New York had been destroyed not long ago.
"Fatty, if I heard you correctly just now, you let me get out—"
Amelia's sharp nails scratched across Zanzil's fat belly, instantly leaving a long bloody mark on his belly.
Crash!
Zangil's sedan bearers and bodyguards all raised their guns and pointed them at Amelia, while looking at Zangil, asking whether they should shoot.
"Kill this lunatic, and the blood race will be destroyed! What can you use to fight me!?"
Zangil felt the pain in his stomach. He had always lived a life of luxury and had never been treated like this before. He shouted at the bodyguards to shoot.
“Da da da da—”
Several trolls pulled the trigger of their machine guns that were originally aimed at Amelia—
Four tongues of fire instantly engulfed Amelia, aiming at her head and chest, which were fatal areas.
At such a close distance, Amelia had no time to dodge and was directly hit by four machine guns and turned into a pool of blood.
The gushing blood instantly splashed all over Zangeer, and a pleased smile appeared on Zangeer's face.
But soon the smile on his face froze.
Blood, this is a machine gun, not a meat grinder or a juicer, how can it beat a person into blood
Just as he reacted, a blood-colored shadow emerged from the pool of blood. It was a faint, blood-colored shadow that looked like green smoke.
As soon as the blood shadow appeared, it split into four, and the four blood shadows simultaneously pounced on the four troll bodyguards holding machine guns.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
Faced with this unknown blood shadow, several troll bodyguards raised their guns and shot, but the bullets from the machine guns seemed to hit the air.
The machine gun bullets penetrated several blood shadows without any hindrance, and directly knocked down several unlucky orcs not far behind the blood shadows!
"Hey young!"
Among the unlucky guys, some were hit in the vitals by machine gun bullets without even a sound, while some others could not be said to be unlucky or lucky.
The bullets hit their arms and legs, and although they took away half of their limbs, at least they were still alive.
Amid their cries and wails, four blood shadows rushed directly in front of the four troll bodyguards and passed through their bodies.
In an instant, the four troll bodyguards were like sponges that had been drained of water, leaving only skin and bones.
Plop, plop, plop, plop—
Four troll mummies, all of their moisture sucked out, fell to the ground...
Zangil stared in amazement at his subordinate who was lying on the ground, as shrunken as Mu Nai Yin.
Then he watched four blood shadows gather together in front of him. In the faint blood mist, Amelia turned back into someone wearing European court dress.
At this moment, in the corridor leading to the exit of the Troll Black Market, everyone was watching this scene in silence, as if everyone's throat was choked at the same time.
Not only the dark creatures such as orcs, trolls, and goblins, but even the dark wizards who are known for their mystery have eyes full of surprise and doubt.
Urnos clenched the bone staff in his hand, and the phosphorescence under his cloak suddenly surged. It was obvious that he was also shocked by the ability Amelia showed.
"Fatty, my master wants to find someone in your black market.
You have twenty minutes to find the person.
If my master doesn't see the person he wants to see after twenty minutes, then these four will be your fate!"
Amelia's nails slowly scratched across Zanzil's belly. This time, the troll lord gritted his teeth, endured the pain and didn't say a word.
Amelia threw a photo on Zanzil's stomach and looked back at the dark wizard and the dark creatures in the alley. It was obvious that the last sentence was meant for them.
Throwing the photo down, Amelia turned into a blood shadow and whizzed out of the iron gate and disappeared into the black fog.
... ... ... .
The fierce tiger lay in front of Tang Song with its big head shaking constantly, but it was not afraid of Tang Song.
Instead, on its body, there was a small black snake, lazily coiled in a snake formation on its back, basking in the sun.
Tang Song touched the big cat's head so that it wouldn't be too scared.
Although this Siberian tiger is considered a relatively strong beast,
But compared to the little black snake, which is about to turn into a monster, the two are not at the same level of life.
In the world of Jambu, once a monster has transformed into a demon, it rarely regards unintelligent animals as its own kind.
"Boss, it's done!"
A blood shadow rushed out from the black mist transformed by the ghost bone banner, fell to the ground, and turned into a human form.
Amelia lifted her skirt and saluted Tang Song who was stroking the tiger's head, then obediently turned into a blood shadow and disappeared into his shadow.
"Red Queen, start the time!" Tang Song patted Tiger's head and gave an order.
A countdown alarm suddenly appeared on the watch on his left wrist.
"20:00:00,
19:59:59
19:59:58
19:59:57
19:59:56
... ... ..”
The countdown in milliseconds on Boss Tang's hand has begun.
In the Troll Black Market, after Amelia's blood shadow disappeared, it took dozens of seconds for everyone to recover from the shock as if they had thawed.
The necromancer Urnos immediately walked up to a troll mummy and started examining it.
"The blood, bone marrow, and all the water in the body were sucked dry in an instant, even the muscle tissue was included, leaving only a bag of skin and bones.
If it were just a simple vampire, it wouldn't be possible to do this!"
After Urnos stood up, he waved his bone staff and a pale white light shot towards the troll corpse.
"The soul has also been devoured!" Urnos looked at the troll mummy that showed no reaction to his undead resurrection, and his tone became a little solemn.
Playing with souls has always been a trick of evil gods and demons. Even a necromancer like him only manipulates souls. As for devouring souls, it is a taboo even in necromancy.
"Waste, a bunch of waste!"
At this time, Zanzil, who was still in shock, scolded the guards of the Troll Black Market who had just arrived.
"Do we still need to bombard the black fog outside?"
While Zanzil was resting from scolding himself, a troll guard carrying a rocket launcher asked stupidly.
"Nonsense, of course—" Zanjil cursed, and was about to order his men to take rocket launchers to bomb the black fog area outside.
The scene of Amelia turning into a blood shadow just now appeared in front of his eyes again, forcing him to swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth!
If this batch of rocket launchers cannot break the black fog and Amelia has to find them again, it will be a big trouble!
Judging from the looks of those dark wizards, they obviously couldn't break Amelia's witchcraft.
Thinking of this, Zangil picked up the photo Amelia had placed on his belly.
Huh
Another acquaintance!
Zanzil looked at the photo of the old human man wearing a black coat and his eyes narrowed.
Alexander Coventis!
The longest-serving investigator at the Paranormal Defense Bureau and their chief in New York.
The most important thing in doing business is to have many friends
As the largest black market for alien creatures in New York, Zangil has to deal with all parties.
Zangil was a familiar face to dark creatures like vampires and werewolves, as well as the human department of the Paranormal Defense Agency. He had also given many gifts to Alexander over the years.
Of course, his black market business was naturally taken care of by Alexander, otherwise the dark creatures coming and going here would have been targeted by the Paranormal Defense Bureau long ago.
If he remembered correctly, Alexander had indeed been in his black market recently.
But now, facing the life and death crisis of this black market, what does old friend matter
And it is obvious that this big trouble was caused by Alexander!
"You guys, go find Alexander Coventis for me and bring him here!"
A group of troll guards armed with rocket launchers and heavy machine guns heard the boss's order and planned to search the black market directly.
"Don't use bazookas, use guns, this is our territory!"
Zanzil looked at a troll guard who was trying to aim a rocket launcher on his shoulder, and he was so angry that he scolded him.
Bang!
The stunned troll guard threw the rocket launcher on the ground and ran into the black market with a machine gun.
In the crowd, the Elf Prince frowned when he heard the name of Alexander Coventis mentioned by Zanzil, and quietly retreated into the crowd, following the troll guards and running quickly towards the black market.
... ... ... ..
“Da da da da da—”
Anu was in a panic, using the stalls and shelves in the black market to avoid the bullets of the troll guards behind him.
The troll chasing him from behind was holding a machine gun and firing bullets at him like they were free.
Anu ran all the way over, and the rows of shelves and stalls behind him were all torn to pieces by machine gun bullets.
"You guys, doesn't this black market belong to you?"
Anu's plan to use the things on the black market to prevent the troll guards from shooting failed when facing the stubborn and ruthless troll guards.
It seems that these big idiots really have no scruples!
The unarmed Anu could only run around in the stalls and houses in the black market!