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Chapter 301 - 255 Don’t Go To Snake Catcher Fortress!

Chapter 301: Chapter 255 Don’t Go To Snake Catcher Fortress!

Lance’s voice came through, "My Lord, shall we set up a checkpoint directly?"

If they didn’t want the Undead to approach Snake Catcher Fortress, with Star Dragon City’s current military level, it could be achieved. Moreover, as "The Officials," when a large number of Soldiers would attempt to block them, the vast majority of the Undead would definitely choose to obey. There was no need to forcibly create conflict as there was too much for them to engage in already.

"Set up a checkpoint? No," Lind shook his head, "Arrange for a logistics team to station near Snake Catcher Fortress in advance, and then have Renzo go there to open a camp store."

Among the many NPC faces, Renzo’s popularity was unflagging; he was the only one with a villain’s face.

Dark Magic’s shop was very suitable to appear at any location and then engage in some illegal trading.

"My Lord, what about the road leading to the Central Region?" Since Lind wasn’t stopping the Undead, it meant he was hoping they would take the initiative to go to Snake Catcher Fortress.

The road that still existed would be a huge obstacle.

"Send someone to destroy it," Lind said, then suddenly paused as he took out a bunch of Admonition Daggers. After preparing for a while, he tossed them all into the teleportation window along with a map, "Put these daggers in these positions."

Lance, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "My Lord, are you planning to go to war with Lord Ronan?"

With the current strength of Star Dragon City, starting a war with Snake Catcher Fortress and achieving victory would not be difficult, but there would be sacrifices involved. They had already opened up another route and there was no need to engage in combat with the other party.

"Of course not war," Lind said, "Go find Renzo. I have something to tell him."

He would keep his promise not to invade the great snake Ronan’s territory directly, but if the Undead chose to invade on their own, that had nothing to do with him.

At the same time, Lind was also very curious about how the Old Nobility’s feud would turn out and what chain reactions the Undead’s crusade against the Old Nobility would bring.

So far, he had not seen a completely mad Old Noble die.

Snake Catcher Fortress lay between his territories. If any problems really erupted, they were completely within his control. This was an opportunity to remove the nail within his territory, and also a chance to study the Old Nobility.

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It was rumored that within the game, there were rich players using real-world cash to directly buy Heart of Calamity.

Some small online stores had also listed related virtual goods.

Not only the Heart of Calamity, but also the more expensive Blood of Madness could be bought with money. Points and Gold Coin in the game were hard to come by and required grinding, but if you paid, workshops would grind for you.

Weapons and equipment could also be gifted to one another.

Lind could use methods to ensure that the Undead could not make certain trades that didn’t touch the bottom line, like needing to grind themselves for Star Dragon Stone for opening boxes, or needing to complete tasks to exchange Points for Magic Potions.

But he could not strictly control every single material trade.

There were just too many, and if he were to give each material a unique number, the entire operation of Star Dragon City would probably collapse due to the massive energy consumption.

Every day, a large number of materials were produced, followed by a large amount of material consumption.

As a result, some small workshops thrived, and even players who initially wanted to play the game for leisure also discovered this route and had no choice but to get involved in the resale business.

If it hadn’t been for Lind promptly instructing Miss Miko to ensure that the Heart of Calamity could be guaranteed from loot drops, it’s estimated that a Heart of Calamity would cost a lot of money to buy.

Even so, there were still those who couldn’t afford or were too lazy to farm Points. Some players liked to play the game slowly on their own, but others were impatient and hot-headed when playing; if they couldn’t get it through draws, they would spend money instead.

Therefore, there was always a market for game merchandise trading, unless Lind opened up the purchasing channels for Heart of Calamity.

But this was impossible.

There were indeed many Calamity monsters, not to mention satisfying 12,000 people, even a hundred times more would be easily manageable, but those were not accessible to the Undead.

Information asymmetry and time lag were Lind’s tools for development.

What Lind needed was the value created by the Undead who had to work for themselves in order to buy things, whether provided by wealthy players who spent a lot on the game or by studios, it made no difference to him.

Just as someone once spent the money for a Fit to buy a Catastrophe Warhorse, everyone had different concepts of consumption, some played for the experience.

However, sometimes there were some troublesome phenomena that would occur frequently.

For example, someone pretending to buy materials at a high price, but after obtaining the Heart of Calamity would run away without paying. Without an official trading platform as a guarantee, the group of players who intended to make a quick profit could only suffer in silence, at most venting their frustrations in forum posts.

To this, Lind could only say that online trading involves risks, and one must bear the consequences themselves.

He was just an NPC, and he was unable to impose any restrictions on Undead disrupting the game’s atmosphere; only he, as an NPC, could read the forum posts, but among the 12,000 people, those who impulsively decided to scam others for a quick buck were not few in number.

But no matter what, the emergence of industries such as paid companionship, leveling services, and material trading allowed the Undead of Star Dragon City to develop at a speed beyond imagination, far exceeding everyone else.

If it wasn’t truly impossible to reach the Central Region, it was believed that the Magic Potion merchants of Star Dragon City would definitely cover Raven City within their business reach.

In the tavern, the dwarf Ludo weaved between tables, a child following by his side.

This small father and son duo always brought laughter to the people in the tavern.

In any world, a tavern with Drunkards was always the easiest place to gather information.

"What? Snake Catcher Fortress." The previously drunken Soldier suddenly lifted his head and said, "You better not go there!"

"Again with ’Do not go to the Snake Catcher Fortress,’ damn, it’s the riddler, huh."

At first, no Undead paid attention to this; their levels hadn’t yet reached 20, their Skills were incomplete, and there were many places unexplored.

But gradually, the Undead noticed that as soon as they mentioned Snake Catcher Fortress, they would be advised, "Do not go to the Snake Catcher Fortress!"

But asking further would yield no knowledge.

However, some of the Undead were shrewd; the Drunkard NPCs who often appeared in the tavern became their targets.

They took turns buying drinks, and finally got one of the Drunkards incoherently drunk.

"Hic, I told ya not to go!" slurred the man, slumped over the table.

"Why can’t we go?" the Undead asked eagerly.

"Because it’s the Lord’s command, you absolutely mustn’t go!"

Lind must have gone to Snake Catcher Fortress and something must have happened, but what exactly happened, no one knew.

While all the NPCs of the Star Dragon City region remained tight-lipped about the matter, someone finally couldn’t resist taking action.

Alright, alright, alright, if you riddlers say not to go, then I just have to go.