The World Chat channel, which had been filled with posts about various feelings regarding the last night, was instantly ignited by a sudden, abrupt message.
"In half an hour, all equipment will be listed on the trading platform. Lords are welcome to purchase. Additionally: auctions for high-level equipment will also commence simultaneously. Quantities are limited. Purchase quickly, no extensions!"
The sender of this message was naturally Xiao Mo.
The original plan was to start trading at nightfall. However, due to the evolution of Xian Menger, this matter was delayed, and many lords had already begun urging Xiao Mo. Upholding the principle of a merchant valuing credibility, Xiao Mo decided to post this message in the chat channel, offering reassurance to the lords.
Nevertheless, this single message caused the entire chat channel to erupt.
"Lord Qian Mo has finally appeared! I thought Lord Qian Mo was going to stand everyone up!"
"Upper floor is brainless! Lord Qian Mo is the strongest lord, how could he stand us up? Something must have delayed him!"
"Exactly! It's only half an hour until the listing anyway! We've waited this long, what's another half hour!"
"Then how much equipment do you think Lord Qian Mo will list?"
"According to my calculations, it's definitely a much larger undertaking than before!"
"Upper floor is a typical charlatan! Your words are less convincing than a fart!"
"No matter how much equipment there is, the best course of action is to prepare the necessary supplies! Otherwise, if you're too slow, you'll end up empty-handed, and then you'll cry!"
"Agreed!"
"Agreed +1"
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Messages constantly scrolled across the chat channel as all the lords eagerly awaited Xiao Mo's grand gesture in half an hour.
Xiao Mo merely smiled faintly at this, realizing this excitement would likely be the last carnival before the end of the novice protection period. After midnight, when the protective shield dissipated, all lords would face various crises, and such peaceful times would be no more. Furthermore, the dangers these lords faced would not only come from abyssal beasts and local forces. This was a competition in another world, and the enemies of all lords would naturally include other lords. Only the truly strongest lords could stand at the pinnacle of this world. Thus, the open and covert struggles between lords would officially begin after the novice protection period concluded.
Take Xiao Mo for instance; he had already set his sights on a territory not far from the Immortal Demon Territory. The lord of that territory had once attempted to hunt his Immortal Demon troops. Not only that, but they had also incited and instigated other lords in the chat channel to jointly kill the Immortal race warriors. To Xiao Mo, this lord had been blacklisted and was marked for elimination. If that lord were to somehow survive the beast tide crisis, they would then face Xiao Mo's thunderous wrath. Xiao Mo was not afraid of his troop secrets being exposed. His intention was merely to clear the enemies blocking his path and, at the same time, to serve as a warning, admonishing other lords not to provoke his Immortal Demon combat team.
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The half-hour passed quickly.
On the Myriad Races Trading Platform, a trading message appeared punctually. A total of over 3,200 sets of low to mid-level equipment were bundled into 320 portions. Additionally, ten sets of high-level equipment, forged from the materials of an eighth-tier peak commander-level Iron-backed Azure Wolf King, were listed simultaneously. Contact information for high-level equipment was strictly for auction, and only Iron Ore could be used for transactions. The auction would last for three hours, with limited quantities and the highest bidder winning. The equipment was listed under the name "Little Brother of Lord Qian Mo!"
The announcement of the trade information reignited the chat channel, driving almost all the lords into a frenzy.
"Here it comes, here it comes! Finally! Watch my single-twenty-three-year-old hand speed!"
"Holy cow! They're all brand new, complete sets of standardized equipment! A total of 3,200 sets!"
"My goodness! The most important thing is that these equipments are all personally forged by the Goblin Master! The quality is absolutely guaranteed!"
"Lord Qian Mo is always Lord Qian Mo! He either doesn't make a move, or when he does, it's a super grand gesture!"
"Since that's the case, what are we waiting for? Let's hurry and grab them! They'll be gone if we're slow!"
"Right, right! Let's go grab them quickly! Getting one is earning! Haha..."
"Damn it! You animals, can you slow down your hand speed! I just clicked and they were gone, this is the third time!"
"Hehe... I got them! I got them! A total of ten sets of equipment! Lord Qian Mo, I love you! Ahaha..."
"I finally managed to get one portion! Now I can relax! The strength of my knight order will be greatly enhanced again, and surviving the beast tide crisis should be no problem!"
"Wuwuwu... Lord Qian Mo, can you be a little cheaper! Your little brother here is short on resources!"
"Hmph! Always the ways of a black-hearted merchant! Selling equipment so expensively, how are the lords at the bottom supposed to buy them! Selfish and greedy!"
"Exactly! Black-hearted profiteers won't live long for sure!"
"Holy crap! Who's letting their pants down and letting you two slip out! There are still 'virgin Marys' like you guys!"
"That's right! What obligation does Lord Qian Mo have to serve you lords? It's already very generous of him to offer this equipment for sale!"
"Virgin Mary do-gooders, scram! If you can afford it, buy it, if you can't, get lost! Trash that says the grapes are sour because they can't get them!"
"Honestly, Lord Qian Mo's price is already very fair! At this stage, even if the price were four or five times higher, countless people would be scrambling to buy!"
"That's right! Virgin Marys, get out!"
"Support the do-gooders, get out!"
"Support +1"
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The chat channel remained lively, but it couldn't stop the frenzy on the Myriad Races Trading Platform. More and more lords dove into the trading platform, snatching up equipment as if possessed. This was actually quite normal. As the chat channel said, getting one was earning. Although it consumed a large amount of resources, it at least improved the strength of their troops. This was a matter of survival for their territories and their own lives. How could they not go mad and fight for it? Did you see how many people were trying to buy at the same time? At the very least, there must have been several million or even tens of millions of people trying to buy simultaneously. Tens of millions more were queuing up behind them. However, with only 3,200 sets of equipment in total, which amounted to only 320 portions, the quantity, though not small, seemed like a drop in the bucket compared to the number of lords vying for it.
In less than five seconds, all the mid to low-level equipment listed had vanished, completely sold out. The speed was almost comparable to the speed of light. The lords who managed to grab them were indeed the true lucky ones among the countless lords with humanoid troops, proving themselves to be seasoned veterans of Mount Akina who had been single for twenty or thirty years, their actions steady, precise, and ruthless.