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

Hibel looked at the Orc heads, then grabbed an iron whistle from her chest and blew into it. Upon hearing the whistle, all the Griffons landed from the sky, surrounding Yan Xing's troops.

The fierce Griffons triggered a minor disturbance among Yan Xing's troops, with the Werewolves gripping their flails, ready to abandon their vehicles and fight at any moment.

Hibel knew that the actions of her subordinates had caused a misunderstanding with the visiting party. She immediately explained to Yan Xing, "Respected Lord, we only wish to escort you to Nuta City. The intelligence you brought is crucial to us. If the Orcs could infiltrate your territory, that means they can reach Nuta City as well.

I can't believe our defense system would have such a significant flaw. We must thoroughly investigate this matter and severely punish all traitors!"

Chapter 87 Throwing Thunder_1