If there is one of the liveliest, most vibrant, and most chaotic places in Wildfire Town, it is the "Black Street".
Black Street is not an official name, in fact, both the Byzantine Empire and Odin occupied Wildfire Town for a very short time, so short that it was not even enough to register all the streets and buildings in Wildfire Town, compared to the more ignorant Odin, who did not even count the population.
Black Street is a colloquial name for being located on the closest outlying street to the west of Wildfiretown.
This street was originally very wide, it was considered the most spacious street in the town, and it could have accommodated two horse-drawn carriages running side by side, not to mention that it was rare to see in such a poor rural area, even in the civilized Byzantine Empire, it was only standard equipment in some large cities.
However, what I just said was that "originally" it would have been possible to accommodate two carriages side by side, if there weren't so many vendors on the street that occupied the road.
It's home to all the weird stuff from all over the continent, and you can find anything you can't imagine.
Of course, if you want to buy something, no matter how rare or weird it is, as long as you come to this dark street in Wildfire Town and hang up a sign to buy, it will take less than half a day at most, and there will be a few sneaky guys in dirty robes running up to you and asking you how much they are willing to pay.
These people are not liars, let alone beggars.
Rather, it is the liaison of some mercenary tribes.
In the wildfire field, there are many large and small tribes, the big ones even have thousands of people, and the small ones have a hundred and ten people.
Some of these tribes are mercenaries, but more are bands of thieves.
These tribes, it is difficult to distinguish whether they are mercenaries or thieves, it depends on their mood.
The Byzantines have a saying that distinguishes a mercenary group from a thief group is: "If you hire a mercenary as a bodyguard, then you can pay afterwards.
If they are suddenly in a bad mood, not only will they take your money, but they will also rob you all by the way, they are a group of thieves. ” Of course, this proverb was strongly resisted by the Royal Capital Trading Guild, which repeatedly stated that only those mercenary groups that were registered were legal and regular.
These regular mercenary groups are law-abiding and well-behaved.
Those who are also servants and thieves are those illegal gangs.
But it was these black gangs in the wildfire field that helped people a lot.
They dare to take on any job, and they are willing to do any job If you give enough money, they even dare to do a lot of life-threatening business, such as capturing dwarven slaves, those regular mercenary groups don't do it, but these black gangs, hehe, how much are you willing to pay Despite the harsh natural environment, it has to be said that the Wildfire Field was a place of great business opportunities, which was a buffer zone between the Byzantine and Odin empires, and the only trade route between the two empires.
Odin's merchants, the Byzantine merchants, had to pass through here if they wanted to do business in each other's countries.
The wildfire fields, which are vast and geographically harsh, are full of dangers.
Just north of the wildfire town is the Blue Basin of the Wildfire Plains, the territory of the grumpy, fierce and withdrawn dwarves.
If you're a human caravan, you'd better not go near there, or you'll probably have your skull bones made into lacquerware and hung on the shelves of a shop in the Black Street.
Only a handful of merchants who have established trust with the Dwarves will be able to approach the Dwarves and make some deals with them.
If the dwarves are fairly well-behaved, as long as you don't get over, they will basically not come to provoke you, then the goblins are the real headaches.
These guys are like ground rats, in the northern part of the wildfire field, breeding nest after litter, these things are the real robbers, they rob everything, eat, wear, and use.
Even, they eat everything.
If you're unlucky enough to get caught by them, congratulations.
Your flesh will be dried into jerky, your bones will be ground into powder, your hair will be braided into blankets by the goblins, and in short, goblins have a very good quality that even humans lack: frugality and simplicity Trade through the wildfire fields is very dangerous and at the same time very lucrative The Byzantine Empire made sophisticated armor weapons, horses, cattle and sheep, ore, works of art The finest furs produced by the Northern Odin Empire, as well as all kinds of crystals, and all kinds of sculptures are really ironic that the Odin people have always been synonymous with rudeness and ignorance, but it is this ignorant country that has the most sophisticated carving technology in the world, which makes the carving artists of the Byzantine Empire have always been unable to raise their heads.
However, in order to show their disdain, the Byzantines explained that the Odinites divided all their lives into three parts: one-third of the time was spent fighting, one-third of the time was spent mating, and one-third of the time was spent carving idols and praying.
However, these businesses are only capable of being done by those who are extremely powerful.
And if the little caravans want to do this kind of business, then first you have to pin your head to the waistband of your trousers.
Of course, in the face of huge profits, there are many people who are willing to play with their lives.
At least most of the guys who came to Wildfire Town came with dreams of making a fortune.
And every once in a while, there are always one or two lucky people who die and die to cross the wildfire to each other's country, trade successfully, and get rich overnight.
This has stimulated more people to come to the wildfire with dreams of making a fortune.
There is a saying in the wildfire field: go out of town, take a shovel, and shovel out a shovel of dirt in the field, and the bones of adventurers are buried underneath.
Char's waist was straight when he walked into the dark street, mainly because he had filled his stomach thanks to the foolish liar who came from out of town.
Black Street is no different from the past, except that the bandit group that occupied Wildfire Town a few days ago was driven away, and now it is a mercenary group soldier patrolling the road.
For this kind of thing, the people of Wildfire Town are used to it.
Moreover, these mercenary groups that newly occupied this place are very disciplined and have not raised the tax rate.
By the way, the tax rate in Wildfire Town is very simple, there is only one tax here: the city entry taxNo matter who you are or what your status, when you enter the city, you must pay a copper plate tax according to the head, and each person.
Other than that, there are no business taxes and any other taxes here.
Today, when Char thundered into the city, he handed the last copper plate in his pocket to the warriors at the city gate.
So, if he can't find a job today to make some money, then he's really going to join the beggars The crowds on the black street are crowded, and the sound of quarrels and shouts can be heard from the shops and stalls on both sides from time to time.
These guys with strong temperaments even bargain like swearing.
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Occasionally, some drunks were thrown out of the roadside tavern and dumped in the garbage heap around the corner.
There were also suspicious-looking guys sneaking around the crowd, all of whom were Goldfinger thieves.
Luckily, none of Goldfinger's fingers would notice Char's thunder, he didn't look as good as a beggar.
Char thundered and walked along the crowd, looking around, looking for a job that could make money.
His idea was simple, he had to make a lot of money first.
His plan was to make a cameo appearance as a witcher first.
The Witcher, and the Hunter, are two different classes.
Although the work is generally similar, the hunting targets are different.
Hunters, rabbits, foxes, pheasants, coyotes, etc., as long as you know how to shoot arrows and set traps.
But the witchers hunt for only one thing: Warcraft Originally, when the old guy was alive, Char Thundering was forbidden to hunt demonic beasts, but Char Thundering didn't want to be a turtle hunter nesting in the mountains for the rest of his life.
The life of a witcher is full of adventure and excitement, and the ability to earn money is what young people yearn for.
Therefore, he has secretly done this kind of thing several times without hiding from the old guy, and has also successfully hunted some magical beasts, but unfortunately, he has not saved any money, and most of his income has turned into alcohol and filled the stomachs of the two drunkards in the family.
Finally, Char Thundering has found a goal.
At the end of the black street, a sign hung in front of a small shop.
"Heavy money to buy Warcraft cubs":