Terror Ball Town.
At least in the rumors, the Flowing Demon was not unfamiliar with this small town and even remembered it deeply.
Because whenever the demons in the trading caravan gathered to chat, and mentioned places that instilled fear, Terror Ball Town always came up. They either mocked some fool demon who had just become a merchant for going to Terror Ball Town and never returning, or pitied those unlucky enough to encounter Terror Ball Town's raiding team.
For the caravan, Terror Ball Town had the nature of a bizarre legend.
Yet now, the Flowing Demon was leading the caravan towards that forbidden land.
The Flowing Demon trembled at the thought — it couldn't imagine how many caravans Terror Ball Town had plundered, but it knew that Terror Ball Town had never sold anything to the outside world.
The Flowing Demon could completely imagine a town with streets paved in silver, houses built in gold, and treasuries filled with treasures.
