CHAPTER 365: CHAPTER 247 BUY SOME WOOD_2

In this world, it definitely belongs to one of the smallest tribes.

In this world, when the player became Master of the World in a battle, quite a few native goblins participated.

It can be said that the goblin race, under the player’s leadership, fought with all their might, and the main force was the native goblins cultivated by the player.

Therefore, being the Master of the World, those native goblins even include one who is currently a Golden Goblin, one of the eight kings under the Master of the World, the Goblin Emperor.

If it were a large tribe, the appearance of an elite profession like a Flame Goblin wouldn’t draw special attention.

But in such a small tribe, when Small Knife appeared, those ordinary goblins instinctively gave way and didn’t dare look directly, at most sneaking a glance.

Small Knife didn’t pay attention to them and went straight to the market inside the tribe, walked around, and basically confirmed that the largest shop belonged to the Chieftain of the tribe.

Then he strode out.

A strong figure with elite bloodline came to the market, a Flame Goblin, and they had been observing this for a long time.

At this moment, when Small Knife entered, the shopkeeper, an old goblin, immediately came up to greet him.

"Exchanging original wood. If you have good stuff, feel free to bring it out." Small Knife casually threw out a storage pouch.

When the shopkeeper picked it up and looked inside, he instantly took a sharp breath—inside were densely packed Second Realm Wooden Rods, numbering in the thousands.

His heart pounded wildly; war was everywhere nowadays, and Second Realm Weapons were most in demand and had the highest consumption.

Unlike First Realm, which could still be rushed, the difficulty for Second Realm was too high, and Thousand-Year Wood was too hard.

This was indeed a hot commodity, every goblin needed it.

The shopkeeper tentatively asked, and the price Small Knife offered was high, but it also made him immensely happy.

He hadn’t expected the tribe had stored quite a bit of original wood, all of which were exchanged.

Small Knife was a bit surprised; after the transaction was complete, he directly took out another storage pouch and tossed it over.

Upon seeing it,

What the—another storage pouch of Second Realm Wooden Rods?

This time, the original wood wasn’t enough; they could only take out stored Ten Thousand Year Old Wood.

Though this Ten Thousand Year Old Wood was precious, the difficulty in weapon manufacturing was too high, either left by old tribes or taken as spoils.

So, it was exchanged.

Third Realm Spirit Wood, just the fact that it takes ten thousand years to grow makes it incredibly valuable. Small Knife naturally wanted all of it, which made the shopkeeper very happy.

But Ten Thousand Year Spirit Wood was limited, along with some sort of spirit medicine.

These spirit medicines were also in demand; goblin players needed them to break through bottlenecks.

Small Knife needed them too because they were materials for Body Refining.

The reason body refining became neglected, martial artists being left behind by cultivators, was because body refining was hard to achieve.

Why was it hard? It’s due to the lack of these special spirit medicines.

These spirit medicines only grow in environments rich in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

But on Small Knife’s side, a lot of spirit veins were born, absorbing and converting the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into spiritual qi, making it very difficult to find such spirit medicines. Even if they were found occasionally, their age was insufficient.

Here, Small Knife naturally collected them without hesitation.

In the Water Blue Star Mini World, the small account had already used the Celestial Observation Mirror replica to contact those Head-Changing Cultivator Daoist Soldiers to inquire about body refining pill formulas and such.

As for cultivation techniques, Small Knife had already exchanged for them.

"Is that all?"

The goblin shopkeeper was dumbfounded because Small Knife threw out another storage pouch, also filled with Second Realm Wooden Rods.

This stuff could never be enough.

Thus, the shopkeeper took out some treasured good stuff.

There was even a Divine Remains of the elite goblin professions, though not an Inheritance Sect, but a Bursting Flame Bone, equivalent to a high-powered grenade.

And Bloodline Fruits.

Bloodline Fruit: First Realm Ordinary Level, a plant unique to Goblin World under specific rules, can only grow by absorbing goblin bloodline essence blood, with the condensed fruit having purification and bloodline-enhancing effects.

Tip 1: All your Bloodline Pearls, depending on their quality, can consume a certain number of Bloodline Fruits to upgrade their quality.

Tip 2: Demon beasts, magical beasts, etc., can all consume Bloodline Fruits to enhance their bloodlines; the higher the bloodline, the more Bloodline Fruits needed.

Tip 3: Ten of these Bloodline Fruits can be consumed at once to substitute for one Second Realm Bloodline Fruit.

These were naturally good items, but the goblin Bloodline Fruits were not completely the same, which surprised Small Knife.

Even though the stockpile and reserves were depleted, the shopkeeper was extremely excited. As such, the tribe’s combat power could increase by fifty percent in a short time—this was a great opportunity.

Furthermore, selling them could also yield significant profits.

Small Knife left behind a token upon leaving, which he crafted himself.

When this token glows, it means it’s time for another transaction. At that time, a route will be formed on it, and the price remains the same.

However, secrecy is required.

Small Knife subtly indicated that the higher-ups do not allow large-scale weapon sales.

The other party understood and agreed.

Whether it’s true or not isn’t important, but to guarantee the chance of future transactions, they should keep it secret.

Leaving, Small Knife naturally stored the vast amount of materials he collected into his personal space.

In reality, Small Knife personally takes these out, sending large quantities of precious wood to various factories.

First Realm ones are used to manufacture wooden rod weapons.

The others are also kept busy, some stored, others sent for processing into puppet mechanism beasts.

Thus, Small Knife traveled across various tribes, dealing with different shopkeepers or chieftains.

However, he mainly found smaller, weaker tribes.

And after trading with Small Knife, many tribes’ goblins were upgraded to Goblin Warriors, significantly increasing their overall strength.

And a lot of goblins ventured out to cut wood.

Thousand-Year Wood was not particularly scarce; before the world unified, it was everywhere.

Ten Thousand Year Old Wood was rare; before, there was some, but it was so hard to cut that people generally didn’t bother.

Now those places known for having Ten Thousand Year Old Wood were being cut down by these tribes.

Cutting down one Ten Thousand Year Old Wood required a lot of manpower and broke many axes.

But compared to the price it could be traded for, it’s worth it.

Players have the system and naturally remain well-informed, and as Small Knife roamed around trading, he reaped significant rewards from each transaction.

Frequently sending out special tokens to schedule the next trade.

He did not sell items that didn’t belong to this world, careful to avoid exposure.

Despite safely making a fortune, he was never careless.

Days passed.

At this time, Small Knife sat in a tavern, listening to those goblin players boasting; a player had been besieged by the NPC tribe.

Relying on an array, they held out for eighteen days.

Several tribes of goblins died in battle, including more than ten elite professionals.

In the end, they detonated themselves.

Goblin players lamented the fearsome alien humans and envied their arrays.

Another one died.

Small Knife reflected, as it was clear everything was under the surveillance of the Master of the World. He wondered if it was for training purposes or other reasons, but the Master of the World did not intervene, only relying on tribal sieges.

Perhaps he thought Small Knife was among them, assuming all these places were under surveillance.

Thus, at this time, Small Knife was far from the range where those disciples were located, almost a half-world away.

And besieging those disciples.

Gradually, relying on sheer numbers, fewer elite professionals were dispatched by the tribes.

These disciples of the Five Elements Sword Control Sect, they were elite, but the numerical disparity was too great, and one by one, they were annihilated.

No matter how they fled or what methods they used, they couldn’t escape. They didn’t know that this world belonged to the players, who, as the Master of the World, could monitor everything at any time.

After drinking goblin-specific liquor, Small Knife turned and left.

Soon completed a transaction with this tribe, sending out a token.

Still hiding inside a tree, opening personal space.

Putting the intelligence inside, the analysis from the think tank team in reality indicated that Small Knife’s danger level was continuously increasing.

It was about time, although the gains had been enormous, which was addictive.

The current amount of spirit wood and various unique body refining spirit medicines reached an exceedingly exaggerated quantity, making Small Knife reluctant to stop, but he still intended to make a change.