Chapter 439 341: Shut Up, No One Is Allowed To Say Anything Bad About The Grand Lord In The Future! [2/3]
After two instance dungeons and several months of development...
The players already had a certain level of strength. Unlike before, when they were all poor.
Not only Twilight City developed, but all the players also grew.
It sold thirty-five rare troop lairs for 7 million resources. Richard sold five rare ones for 15 million, a total of 22 million.
The dark gargoyle lair\'s average price was 2.4 million, and Richard had spent 21.6 million on nine of them.
It was just enough.
He sighed with emotion when he saw that the resources obtained cleared out again. One should not easily spend money.
Fortunately, the dark gargoyles were not that popular, or the cost would be even higher.
There was no way to synthesize this thing. The lowest level was rare. And it could combine with a lower level.
He did not ponder about it. His mood improved after he held the nine dark gargoyles in his hands.
It meant he could now synthesize nine stone statues of the dead.
There were 11, in addition to the original two.
The production of stone statues of the dead was 10 per week, which meant he could recruit 11 teams every week.
This was not a small amount.
However, just as he was about to fuse them, he was shocked to find that... Failed.
[Ding~ Fusion failed. Please upgrade the dark gargoyle and the undead troop lair to glorious-level.]
Was it because the previous fusion of military professions was glorious, and the future fusion of military professions had to reach this level before one could fuse them?
Why didn\'t you say so earlier ...
Richard\'s mouth twitched.
He has to upgrade all 18 troop lairs to glorious... Each required 5 million in resources. So that would be 90 million in total.
He felt his mouth go dry when he thought of the number.
That was too much. Twilight City could not produce 90 million units even if they squeezed themselves dry.
No, he had to let the white-tailed cats make wine and take over the underground world.
Twilight City would be poor to death if this continued.
And this was only at the glorious tiers. In the future, when the glorious tiers advanced to the crown tiers, each would cost 50 million resources...
Richard\'s heart trembled at the thought.
He immediately asked someone to summon the elder of the white-tailed cat race after he returned to his senses.
He had no choice but to earn money.
At this moment, the white-tailed cats who had not settled looked at the strange city with joy and curiosity.
All the white-tailed cats had lost hope before they came to Twilight City.
They all believed this was a city under the jurisdiction of the human lord who led the undead troops.
It must be an evil place full of corpses, dangers, and no life.
However, their conjecture that not even a blade of grass would grow and the other conjectures were the opposite.
It was a city where several ordinary humans lived.
What surprised them was that the residents here had nothing to do with the slavery and oppression they had imagined.
A smile from the bottom of their hearts shrouded everyone\'s face.
Even when they saw these races, the human residents didn\'t show signs of rejection. On the contrary, they were extremely friendly.
At first, they thought that this was just an illusion to confuse them.
However, when they smelled the goodwill and sincerity from the other party, they were all at a loss.
Why did a city with undead soldiers have such a lively atmosphere?
They really couldn\'t figure it out.
One could not see such a scene even in a bustling Orc City. They couldn\'t find beggars and starved people present everywhere, here.
Furthermore, the city was clean. The passing residents would remind their companions who spat on them to be hygienic and ethical and to strive to be outstanding residents of Twilight City.
It would be unremarkable if it were just one person, but all of them...
All the white-tailed cats were at a loss for words and at a loss about this strange city.
It didn\'t know what kind of mood it should face.
As an elder, Brook Whitetail\'s expression became even more complicated when he heard Richard\'s call. To avoid trouble, he specifically told its soldiers not to cause trouble.
It hurriedly followed the messenger to the Lord\'s mansion after it adjusted its mood.
However, for some reason, the fear it had for this strange city disappeared for half a year after it saw the unbelievably kind atmosphere.
What replaced it was a strong sense of curiosity.
Richard thought he saw an old cat as he watched wrinkled and aged Brook Whitetail.
Speaking of which, didn\'t the white-tailed cat race have a beast-eared lady? Why did he have to go to the territory of that bun lover to watch the dress dance...
Brook respectfully said after it bowed.
"My Lord, Brook will listen to your orders. May I know what you need us to do?..."
Richard\'s sharp senses picked up the change in the man\'s tone.
In his heart, he was shocked. The high and mighty people were indeed overbearing. It had only been a short while, and he had already affected the other party.
"Brook, you should know why I\'m bringing you back to Twilight City,"
Brook took a deep breath.
"My Lord, please explain."
Richard glared at him.
"Then I\'ll tell you my arrangements for you."
"I brought you back to Twilight City instead of killing you on the spot like the other orcs, is that you are more valuable than the entire Orc City and the tens of thousands of orcs in my heart."
"Your potential is limitless."
Brook couldn\'t believe it. He was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
What was the status of the white-tailed cat race among the orcs? The sheltered, the enslaved, and the ruled needed to turn into the labor tools of wine.