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

Only from the werewolves' perspective could one truly appreciate the shock they felt seeing the magical beast chickens easily devour Poison Flies.

That's why so many Werewolf Clan Leaders wanted to buy magical beast chickens from Eternal Domain. Even Long Legs of the Swamp Tribe was willing to exchange the lives of his five Poison Flies for a single magical beast chicken.

If you could raise one in your own territory, the Werewolf Tribes that breed Poison Flies would be shaking in their boots every day, fearing their Poison Flies might one day be pecked to death and eaten by it.

Moreover, possessing a magical beast chicken wasn't just for deterring other Werewolf Tribes; it could also be used to expand the range of one's own tribe's territory.

Chapter 82 My Lord, My Treasured Horse_1