Abyss Summoner

"Boom!"

The surrounding area suddenly erupted with a huge noise, so loud that some of the audience thought they were under attack. The Frost Giant stood up, gazing with a somewhat fervent look at the eye, and said in a deep voice, "This is an item that Long'Er must obtain. I offer three thousand weapons forged with mithril in exchange!"

There was the bid!

Three thousand mithril-infused weapons!

The scene instantly became overwhelmingly boisterous!

This time the Frost Giant truly made a grand move, opening with such an indisputable offer that it can be said to have instantly defeated 90% of the audience present!

Not everyone can come up with such an astonishing reserve of weapons. Besides being a symbol of wealth, it indirectly proves one's strength.

After saying these words, the Frost Giant even swept its gaze around, clearly exuding an aura of threat. It intended to acquire this equipment, warning that anyone who dared to bid would become an enemy it held a grudge against!

Being resented by a legendary powerhouse is no small matter, especially when the opposition is wearing armor that increases defense. Only a few peers of the same level and those stronger can pose a threat to it.

"Haha..."

"It seems our Long'Er has already become the owner of this item. Its formidable wealth is unmatched by ordinary people."

Elwin wasn't surprised at all by Long'Er's provocative behavior, for this land is chaotic, under the influence of the Bottomless Abyss, affecting everyone. Anyone staying on this land is under some chaotic influence, but indeed, Long'Er has the capital for this.

It is a powerful Frost Giant with the power to threaten its enemies.

But soon, a Gray Dwarf voiced skepticism, as Lanta did not vent its anger on other Gray Dwarves due to the rebellion of Dengshi City. After all, as the original inhabitants and masters of the Dark Realm, they still hold considerable numbers.

Once they choose to wage war.

The entire Dark Realm might be implicated, although Lanta isn't afraid, the hard-won order will collapse, and it may take decades to restore normalcy.

Compared to the Dwarves outside, the Gray Dwarves living in the Abyss are notably more cunning and ruthless, with powerful crafting skills. This Gray Dwarf, with muscles tense, looks like it's made of boulders. Elwin's provocative tactics had an effect as it sneered and said, "Four thousand mithril-infused weapons, and in addition, I'll provide a thousand shields!"

"Hiss!"

The Gray Dwarf's shout made the surrounding audience gasp. Four thousand weapons, and even an additional thousand shields, undoubtedly outbidding the Frost Giant's offer.

"Such a confrontation! As of now, after just two bids, the number of weapons has soared to a terrifying number, but I must remind you, this item warrants such a price!"

Elwin inhaled a breath, her red lips curling up slowly, adding another spark to the competition.

An invisible pressure enveloped everyone, with High-tier Demon's face looking grave, and lower-tier Demons some turning pale with fear!

Powerful pressure!

The Frost Giant Long'Er stepped forward, glaring at the Gray Dwarf as if trying to shatter the latter's spirit, but the latter was also a legendary figure, ignoring him and shaking its head before pulling out its weapon, a hammer the size of a Gray Dwarf's body.

The large hammer, a massive iron chunk, was not the usual black but blood-red, exuding a thick scent of blood, clearly having claimed an astonishing number of lives under its weight!

In response to the Frost Giant's provocation, the Gray Dwarf retaliated!

"Six thousand weapons!"

Though the Frost Giant apparently lacked shields, it doubled the number of weapons from an initial three thousand to now six thousand!

Without backing from a remarkable power behind it, the Frost Giant could never produce such a number of weapons. What do these weapons represent? They signify equipping a true army capable of unleashing terrifying destructive force!

The Demon Warlock observed the two adversaries clashing fiercely, a trace of madness flashing in its scarlet eyes, urging, "Compete! Struggle! And bring me more weapon resources!"

The Demon Warlock was obsessed with Vicna's Dharma Eye, as through serendipity, it had acquired this Sub-divine Artifact during its Golden Tier.

Though having sensed the power it emanated, the Demon Warlock dared not use it due to its own weakness, awaiting a moment when it could fully exploit it!

As its power evolved bit by bit, ascending from the Golden Tier to become legendary, even so, when holding the eye, the Demon Warlock still felt a tinge of fear, as if placing it in its socket now would shatter its consciousness.

The Demon Warlock knew that the time had not yet come, and it needed more time to wait, perhaps when it breached the Epic Tier, that would be the best opportunity!

Because of this belief, the Demon Warlock had chosen to seal away Vicna's Dharma Eye. Yet it never expected that the offspring's rebellion would turn all its plans to ashes!

It had completely lost the chance to wear the eye!

The Demon Warlock could no longer use it, as it needed a large amount of weaponry to guard the City of Silence.

In the face of force and dignity, the Demon Warlock chose the latter, disliking being a failure, as for a conspirator like it, that was more cruel than death, especially when the opponent was its own created lineage!

Prepared, the Demon Warlock intended to personally defeat those rebel troops and then bring its offspring before it, flaying and torturing it with poison, not allowing it to die easily until it had completely vented its anger!

Revenge!

It wanted revenge for all the shame it had endured!

Driven by such belief, the Demon Warlock had taken out its preserved treasures, with only one goal in mind: to acquire weapons and defeat its enemies!

While the Demon Warlock simmered with anger, the situation had reached a fever pitch, and after several rounds of bidding between the Gray Dwarf and Frost Giant, the number of weapons had escalated to ten thousand, a staggering number even for some small towns.

After all, the demons are not adept at crafting and often rely on their claws in battles!

The Frost Giant, evidently lacking in foundation, saw the Gray Dwarf increasing its bid once again, reaching ten thousand weapons and three thousand shields before finally stopping.

The previous bidding had already reached its limit, and with the clan's weapon reserves, it could produce no more!

The Frost Giant glared fiercely at the Gray Dwarf, even toying with the crazy idea of ambushing it and taking back everything outside.

The Gray Dwarf, on the other hand, wore a victor's demeanor, choosing to ignore the Frost Giant's animosity and turning its gaze toward Elwin, its intentions clear, awaiting Elwin's final verdict.

"Such a spectacular showdown, undoubtedly, Lanta has seized the initiative in this auction. I will ask three times, if no one bids, this treasure will belong to Lanta."

Elwin smiled, explaining to everyone, then raising her voice, "First call, does anyone object?"

"I object!"

As the crowd sat silent, the Frost Giant glowering, and the Gray Dwarf earnestly waiting, an unexpected voice suddenly arose, as a mysterious figure in a cloak raised their right hand and loudly proclaimed, "I object!"