Due North

My name is Yan Xing, an Earthling who can freely travel between Earth and a magical world.

Elves like the silk I bring them and also enjoy the longbow rockets I provide.

Orcs appreciate the soap I bring them and also fancy the Roarer tanks I supply.

Even human nobles, amidst their frenzy for pristine porcelain, install magnetic coils in their estates.

Even the Undead hope to order a top-notch coffin set from me, to catch up on horror series during sleepless nights.

One day... Angels, dragons, and demons found me.

I told them, "My market is open to all races and creatures. How about a few portable Doomsday Judgments?"

Merchant From Earth in the Magical World

The Werewolves couldn't understand how five Fifth Order Poison Flies were caught by fishing nets! If Poison Flies could be subdued so easily, did they even deserve to be the tactical core of the Swamp Tribe?

But the reality before Duan'er was just like that. He didn't know what had happened to the Poison Flies inside the human camp, but he could clearly see that those large nets easily caught all of his Poison Flies.

This... How could they continue to fight?

Duan'er was stunned, and the Werewolves were too.

Soon, the marbles shot from inside the protective wall woke them up again.

By then, the Duan'er Wolf Pack's morale was completely gone. Although they didn't know what kind of attack the Poison Flies encountered, they knew that the power that could easily defeat five Poison Flies was not something they could contend with. They couldn't even climb over the protective wall in front of them.

Chapter 35 Duan'er Surrenders_1