There are many magic caravans parked at the gate of the slave market, and the winter in the city of El is particularly cold, in order to avoid frostbite on the Gubolian horses, the coachman draped the Gubolai horses with a thick leather armor, and the horses have leather hoods on their heads, which look like the war horses of light cavalry.Not far from the entrance to the slave market was a barbecue grill, on which the stall owners were filled with hot skewers, and although there were few people who paid for them, the oven was surrounded by steaming coachmen, who spoke a northern dialect and talked about the freshest and most bizarre anecdotes in the city of El, and the crowd erupted in laughter.Accompanied by the aroma of barbecue and the smell of golden cider, there are always some idlers in front of the gate of the slave market to watch the lively place, and even some citizens run to the door of the slave market, specifically to see the alien female slaves sold in the market, and now they have a new target, that is, the statue of the spider-man warrior at the entrance of the slave market.The Spider-Man Warrior is as tall as a magical caravan made of fine iron, and it stands on the left and right sides of the slave market gates.The craftsmen even put prosthetic limbs on its severed arms, and the paint was painted black, one spider-man warrior held two moon-bladed axes in his hands, and the other spider-man warrior held a six-meter-long iron spear, which looked very imposing, the northerners were very curious about this alien creature, and several young nobles stood directly in front of the spider-man warriors, with their hands on their chests, discussing who would be more powerful if the spider-man warriors wrestled with the barbarians.The young nobleman reached out and touched the black spider legs with sharp barbs of the spider-man warrior, and said to his companions, "Hey!
If only these two spider-man warriors could be brought to the underground boxing market, the barbarian leader in the hands of that old fellow of Claude has dominated the boxing market for six weeks in a row, and someone has to stand up and take him down.Why did you just freeze to death as soon as you arrived in El City?
”"It's all to blame on Bobby's dead fat man, the night these two spider-man warriors were transported by airship, he actually went to Mrs.
Judy's bed to talk about ideals and life, so he threw the two large boxes that arrived from the imperial capital to El City in the warehouse of the airport, and waited until the next morning when we took people to inspect the goods, only to find that there were actually two dark-skinned spider-man warriors in the wooden boxes, but they were already cold from head to toe."
Another young fat nobleman said loudly with his back to Bobby."
You say, if these two spider-man warriors are still alive, how much is it worth?"
The young nobleman who was the first to speak sighed."
Can this kind of thing be bought with money?
Not to mention anything else, these two spider-man warriors left behind two black magic crystals after they died, how much should they be worth?
”A friend on the side also interjected."
Wow, this guy still has a black magic crystal in his body?"
The companion on the side said in surprise."
Seriously, these" A few young nobles talked about the spider-man warriors, and the more they talked, the more they talked, the more biased they became.The crowd at the entrance of the slave market was bustling and lively, and Bobby led us through the slave market, ignoring the young nobles.I asked Bobby a little strangely, "Those young people are talking about you, why don't you go to them, can you bear it?"
”"What's there you can't bear?"
Bobby retracted his hands into his sleeves and led us around the slave market, as there were more people here, and two sturdy attendants in front of us made the way.Then he smiled at me and said, "Several of them are old customers in the slave market, and two of them have been friends with the one above our family for many years, without tearing their faces, what can I do, let them say it's okay, they just can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour." ”Ma asked Bobby curiously, "What is the matter with you and Mrs.
Judy?"
”Bobby said nonchalantly, "What's that, who can not have a lover or two?"
”There were many people who knew Bobby near the slave market, and people greeted him everywhere along the way.At noon on such a winter day, many slave traders gathered in the market, and they put the slaves into large iron cages, and put a curtain around the iron cage to shield them from the wind and snow, which could not protect them from the cold, and the group of slaves in thin clothes, shivering in the iron cage, huddled together, and some nobles came out of the market leisurely with slaves with collars around their necks.Instead of going into the crowded slave market, we walked along the periphery of the slave market to the makeshift camp behind the slave market.From the outside, the camp was surrounded by a high wall, topped with sharp and sharp iron thorns, with four arrow towers built in the corners, and several longbowmen in chain mail patrolling the arrow towers, and a large iron gate next to the slave market, under which several old orcs in tattered linen clothes were lying basking in the sun.Although the cold wind on the street blew a puff of smoke and snow, hitting people's faces as if they were slashed like knives, the old orcs didn't care about this, they raised their heads slightly, enjoying the rays of sunlight shining down from the cracks in the wall.As a group of us walked down the back street to the gate of the camp, looking up at the plaque at the gate of the camp, Bobby said to me, "This is a place where slaves are temporarily housed, and we will put the slaves that we are going to sell in the slave market recently, and some of the other slaves will work on the estate." ”Bobby stood between me and the horse, put his arm around the shoulders of the two of us, stood at the gate of the camp, and said, "Even in the underground slave market in the Northern Province, the number of orc slaves is very small, and most of the orcs living in the camp are wanderers in the Sloit Province, and their personalities are destined to make it difficult for them to integrate into our lives. ”Ma looked at the old orcs in the corner and said lightly: "These orcs are a group of people who are almost forgotten in the north. ”Bobby said to me, "No one but you would care about how these orc wanderers are doing, and to be honest, if it weren't for you, I would have found it hard to believe that there is such a group of people at the bottom of the province of Sloit, who are living in a difficult situation."
Although they were not slaves, they lived no better than slaves.It's hard to believe that in such a mountainous area full of golden apple trees, and rice trees, sweet potatoes, and cranberries growing everywhere in the wild mountains, it is still possible to make life so depressed. ”I squeezed Ying Li's hand tightly and said, "These orcs come to the wasteland, and they hardly do anything other than herding and hunting, and when I was at the Academy of War Magic, I always had a wish that one day in the future, I would be able to send these orcs wandering in the Northern Province back to the Pai Plateau. ”Bobby and Ma looked at me with wide eyes, and Bobby asked me, "Jijia, you can't be serious, aren't you going back to El City for the winter vacation?"
”Ma also followed suit: "It will take at least three months to make a round trip from the city of El to the Pai Plateau, and it is winter, and the snow is heavy on the mountain, and even the best human guide will not be able to find the way into the mountain." ”I laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm just talking." ”"You guys wait for me here, and Katarina and I go over and talk to them."
I said to Win Li, Bobby and Ma.As he spoke, Caterina and I were the first to walk up to the old orcs, who also had some eyesight, and they saw that Caterina and I were dressed in gorgeous leather armor, and a group of companions standing beside them were also rich or noble, and they looked at us cautiously a few times, not understanding what we were going to do.I spoke to them fluently in orc language and asked them about their current situation, and these old orcs were more than willing to talk to us when they saw that we could speak orc.I asked them: Where did they all come from?
The old orcs replied one after another, some said that they had starved down from the wasteland of the northern foothills, some said that they had come out of the mountains of the western foothills, and some said that they had followed the caravan all the way down the plateau.I asked them what they used to make a living in the north.The answers of these old orcs are also varied, some of these old orcs have been night watchmen, some have been gravediggers, some have been drudgers in the coal mines, some have been gold diggers in the gold mines, in short, they are some of the people living at the lowest level of livelihood.It's just that the orcs lack a concept of saving money, and almost all of them make some money, and take it out to fill their stomachs, never thinking about their future lives.They always remembered that there was a long, harsh winter to go through in the northern provinces, and it was difficult to find a job, and they needed a warm shelter, thick enough fur, and enough food to stockpile, so that every time winter came, they would starve and freeze.I asked the orcs: why did they stay in the slave camp?
The old orcs remember this very well, they said that it was a kind and benevolent slave owner who allowed the displaced orcs to live here temporarily, providing them with two free meals a day, but did not restrict their freedom, and they could leave the camp at any time if they wished.It seems that Bobby has been doing this to the letter since he was asked to do it by me.Finally, I asked them in orc language: Would you like to come with me and live freely in a place where you can graze and hunt freely?
When the old orcs heard me say this, they looked at me in amazement.And I said, "There is an orc village in my territory, and there are now more than a hundred wolf orcs living there, and if you want to go somewhere, I can have the shaman in the village come and pick you up."
Are you the Beast God Messenger who came to the human world to guide us?
An old orc, hearing me say this, ran out and prostrated at my feet, and asked me.Perhaps, I haven't seen a beast god, but I have a relationship with the wise man of Mayana on the Pai Plateau.I said to the old orcs.Yes!
It turned out that it was the wise man who asked you to save us, and I don't understand at all, these orcs are always easy to believe what others say.For example, I am just talking casually now, and I can't even get the most basic proof, but these old orcs are convinced, and some even happily run back to the settlement camp to relay the good news to the other orcs, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of orcs ran out of the settlement camp, and even some young orcs quickly ran outside to inform the orcs who had found a living and work outside.At this time, Bobby and the horse came up, and Bobby asked me in a somewhat dumbfounded manner, "Jiga, what did you say to these orcs that they trusted you so much?"
”Bobby smiled wryly at me and said, "Giga, I'm afraid you can never imagine how I persuaded these orcs to come to me, and I promised them a warm place to live, two free lunches a day, and I would never restrict their freedom, nor would I use it to make them do anything against their hearts, so that they would live in my camp." ”I smiled and said to Bobby, "After all, I have lived in the Pai Plateau for a while, and I know a certain amount about these orcs, maybe I am more in their eyes." ”At this time, the guards in the resettlement camp had already seen Bobby standing at the gate, and hurriedly opened the gate of the resettlement camp, and two guards ran out from inside, stood respectfully in front of Bobby, and greeted Bobby.Bobby said to me, "Would you like to go in and see where the orcs live?"
”I shook my head and said: "Forget it, you are the big slave owner of El City, there must be some slaves in the resettlement camp, I am soft-hearted, if I see a slave locked in a cage, I feel pitiful, let you give him freedom, we are friends, you can't refute my face, but the slave owner is using these slaves to make money, if you return your freedom to these slaves, it will definitely violate your family motto, or don't embarrass you." ”It was very cold in the alley outside the camp, and Bobby rubbed his face that was about to freeze, and said to me with a smile: "Jijia, my slave camp is full of foreign slaves and war slaves legally captured by the slave hunting group, and these slaves are legal. ”Bobby had no choice but to wave his hand to let the two guards leave, and then said to me: "I am afraid you don't know how hot the slave market is this year, in the slave market, as long as it is a male, the price will be twice as high as that of a female slave, this winter, young and beautiful foreign female slaves are no longer a bestseller, but war slaves and strong slaves have become popular goods, and now there are people in the slave market almost every day to search for war slaves." ”Bobby said disdainfully to me, "I haven't seen a single nobleman resist a slave, but you're the only one who thinks about what you don't have." ”It wasn't long before a magic caravan drove up from the slave market and stopped in the alley.Instead of blowing the cold wind in the alley, we hid in the warm carriage and waited for the orcs who were willing to follow me.I didn't have to wait too long, there were more than 200 orcs gathered at the door of the camp, Bobby leaned out of the window, saw the orcs gathered outside, and said with some confusion: "Huh!
How come I don't remember that there were so many orcs in the resettlement camp?
”The orcs seemed to be living in a down-and-out manner in El City, and the linen clothes they wore were all tattered, except for the few orcs who had jobs outside and were decently dressed.Bobby beckoned a deacon from the resettlement camp and checked the number of people a little, only to know that among the group of orcs gathered at the gate of the resettlement camp, there were some more orc children and some middle-aged orcs, and these orcs should not live in the resettlement camp.That's when we found out that some orcs had a stable life in El City.Unexpectedly, at this time, I actually heard the news of the clansmen, and I also ran over to leave the city of El with me.