Return from the second dimension

Looking at the long-handled grenade placed in the wooden box, the foreign monks who had entered the mountain's wild building could not help but stop.

They all have great interest in the weapons of the Holy Dragon City, and they naturally can't miss it after encountering them now.

Those alien monks with guns on their backs had their eyes lightened, and they had already made plans to buy them.

As the specially trained snipers in the team, their weapon power in the original world is far greater than other alien monks.

The only thing that makes them feel pity is that the large-caliber sniper rifle of the Holy Dragon City is strictly prohibited for sale. Once an alien monk took out a million brains, but the Holy Dragon City still did not sell it!

During the period, the auction house of the Holy Dragon City once auctioned a strange weapon from the wild building, which has a similar killing effect as the anti-material sniper rifle of the Holy Dragon City, which attracted many bids.

As a result, the ultimate winner of this gun was a monk from the Holy Dragon City, and he also represented the Holy Dragon City.

The bidders who couldn't fight for the Holy Dragon City in terms of financial resources could only watch the weapon being acquired by the Holy Dragon City with helplessness.

At the same time they were greedy and itchy, they could only shift their gaze to other original world weapons sold by Saint Dragon City.

"Take a look, take a look, grenades are on sale!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, a white ferocious war beast was lying behind him, and a box of hand grenades was placed in front of the captain of the local tyrant, selling them like a hawker.

Today it was the turn of the local captain to take his men to guard the entrance of the mountain peak and the wild building and sell grenades. Naturally, they need to be responsible.

After this order was given, the local captain felt a headache.

The order given by the city lord naturally cannot be treated carelessly. Once it is messed up, the lord city lord will not say anything, but the guy Tyson will definitely kick his ass.

As the leader of this team, the captain of the local tyrant thinks that he must be personally responsible for the matter, and he can't worry about handing it over to others.

Compared to his own group of wooden-headed men, the local tyrant captain felt that he could definitely crush them in terms of IQ.

Of course, this is only the personal opinion of the local tyrant captain, and he has always believed in it.

It's just that this guy has no experience in trading and doesn't know how to sell grenades to these alien monks.

In fact, the local tyrant captain really thinks too much about this matter, but this is quite in line with his character.

The captain of the local tyrant who wanted to make the Lord of the Lord look at him with admiration frowned and thought for a long time, his eyes turned into mosquito coils, but he still had no clue.

In desperation, the local tyrant captain could only learn from the hawkers in the business district and shout loudly.

With his yelling, the foreign monks rushed forward, whispering around the grenades.

Upon seeing this, the local tyrant captain immediately felt his eyes shine and became full of motivation.

He was originally a mad character. After seeing so many people joining in, he worked harder when propagating.

"Everyone has walked...Don't miss it. The grenade of the Holy Dragon City is... powerful, cheap, and easy to operate. It is definitely the first to hunt monsters..., damn, how do you pronounce this word? "

According to the character of the local tyrant captain, he absolutely can't say these words.

The content of this note was written by the local tyrant captain who asked the staff in the business district to write it down. He just read it again.

After practicing this way dozens of times, I still stumbled, and even forgot how to read a few words.

The strange people do strange things, and the foreign monks present have never seen a scene where one side is holding a note while the other side is reciting the sale.

This is too unprofessional!

Looking at the local tyrant captain who was pulling his hair and asking the soldiers around him "What do you say?", everyone was speechless.

As a result, the local tyrant captain's subordinates were about the same level as him, and they were all just recently taking part in the literacy class. They belonged to the stage where the word knew them, but they didn't know it.

A group of elders held their heads for a long time, but no one knew him. It was really embarrassing.

Upon seeing this, the local captain was so angry that he threw the note in his hand on the ground, reached out and picked up a grenade, and after the porcelain fell out, he pulled the rope and threw it out.

The alien monks onlookers all followed the parabola of the grenade and landed on the snow in the distance.

The monk's power was so great that he threw this grenade to a hundred meters away and exploded with a sudden explosion.

The violent explosion sound is amazing, and the destructive effect after the explosion is also very impressive.

The alien monks ran to check the field after the explosion, and immediately ran back, and began to inquire about the price of the grenade.

The local captain laughed and stretched out a slap.

"One of five hundred brain beads, no bargaining!"

The alien monks looked at each other and nodded gently.

For these alien monks, five hundred brain beads are really not too expensive, so without any hesitation, they took out the money and started buying.

They have spent a long time in Sacred Dragon City, and they have become accustomed to paying with banknotes, which is both light and convenient.

Five hundred brain balls are equivalent to the output of five third-level monsters. If you expect to use this kind of grenades to return your money, you will definitely lose money as pants!

But if it is this way, then there is no need to fight this battle, after all, no one can guarantee that a bullet will kill a target.

If you want to kill the enemy, this kind of consumption is unavoidable. Even if you use cold weapons to fight, the cost of purchasing weapons and maintenance is also insignificant.

Although this grenade may not be able to kill five third-level monsters at the same time, it can effectively contain high-level monsters and cause effective damage to them. This is its value.

The alien monks saw this, so they bought a few as a spare.

Some alien monks were even more ruthless, so they bought a box directly, and walked into the wild building on the mountain with a hand on their shoulders.

Seeing boxes of grenades being sold out, the captain of the local tyrant held a cigarette with a smug expression on his face.

"I said before, no matter how good you say it, you have to let people see the actual effect, and the result will be sold out in a blink of an eye!"

Speaking of his pride, the local tyrant captain couldn't help feeling his head: "Haha, I am definitely a genius in business!"

Hearing the words, the Saint Dragon City warrior next to him immediately curled his lips in disdain, and muttered to his companion: "Come on, even the addition and subtraction within a hundred are not understood. You dare to call a genius, don't give yourself to Go in at a loss."

The few Saint Dragon City fighters nearby couldn't help laughing.

Although the soldier's voice was very low, it was clearly in the ears of the local captain. It is absolutely impossible to say that he didn't mean it.

The captain of the local tyrant who was complacent hearing this, immediately widened his eyes, and after seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled awkwardly.

Humming an unknown little song, he walked slowly in front of the soldier and flew a kick on the other side's ass.

"Your uncle, I will ask you to bury it again!"

This foot looked heavy, but it was only a slight pain when it fell on the body. For his brother, the captain of the local tyrant has always taken great care of him.

The soldier also screamed in cooperation, but there was a hippie smile on his face.

The monster beast with the local captain behind him also roared softly to cheer his master!

It's just that this guy is full of alcohol and has a drunken expression that looks like a lazy cat.

This strange drink-loving war beast is now more famous than its strange owner, and warriors often feed it to drink, and this guy is always welcome.

He ordered his subordinates to drive a pickup truck and go to the warehouse to continue collecting grenades. The local tyrant captain turned his head and looked at the alien monks, but his eyes flashed with an insignificant killing intent.

The seemingly crude and careless captain of the local tyrant, in fact, also has an unknown side. He hates these alien monks, he is not much worse than other human monks.

When the captain of the local tyrant was young, all his family members died in the hands of foreign races. This was also the eternal pain in his heart.

If it weren't for the plan of Lord City Lord, the local tyrant captain would like to block these foreign monks in the mountains and wild buildings and trap them all to death!

For these alien monks, he never had any mercy, and once they fought, he would be a painful killer.

There are actually not a few Saint Dragon City fighters who have similar ideas.

However, they also know very well that as residents of the Holy Dragon City, everything must be based on the interests of Loucheng, and they must not embarrass the Lord Lord because of themselves.

What's more, since the establishment of the Holy Dragon City, has the Lord Lord ever surrendered to a foreign race, and has suffered a loss in the hands of a foreign race?

On the contrary, those alien races who dared to offend the Holy Dragon City were killed batch after batch by the Holy Dragon City. The corpses were already piled up in the big pit behind the mother tree!

Just a few days ago, these soldiers secretly executed a group of kobold prisoners who refused to surrender, and added a batch of fresh fertilizer to the mother tree.

It's just that this kind of thing is a top-secret operation, if it is not necessary, it will be rotten in their stomachs forever, unknown to the world.

What are the warriors in the Holy Dragon City thinking, these alien monks don't know, they are now wearing the grenades at their waists, and they are starting to explore continuously among the mountain peaks.