That's a fake elf

On the pier of Jinchao Island, the mage apprentice held a whip in his hand and stared sharply at the orc slaves moving up and down the ship.

As long as the orcs are a little lazy, they will be whipped with a whip.

Although the beaten orc was in unbearable pain, he just gritted his teeth and endured everything silently.

All this was seen by Li Ang, but he did not stop it.

While on the boat, he had already taken the opportunity to observe these orcs.

Unlike Ken Rohag, a barbarian mercenary who was born in the northwest wilderness, has pure blood, and has a strong sense of honor.

These half-orcs with dark red skin and double horns on their heads are mostly the products of alchemists, and their bodies more or less contain the blood of demons.

They basically have no homogeneous consciousness, and they often fight and plot against each other just for a bite to eat.

Although they have a stronger body than normal half-orcs, they become as weak as sheep when faced with the magical whips in the hands of mage apprentices.

It is almost impossible to use them to win the battle.

"Hey, my sister came to your rescue. Don't you even have a word of thanks?"

Seeing that Li Ang kept staring at the orcs, Qin was a little unhappy, and ran directly to Li Ang and kicked him in the calf.

"Thank you." Li Ang lowered his head and looked at the girl who was not even as high as his knees, then looked at the expressionless Ling, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that I have done something unnecessary." Ling took a deep look at Li Ang, turned to Eric and said:

"Put shackles on him."

"This...Miss Ling, isn't it appropriate?" Eric wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Li Ang's tall figure, and said with a forced smile to Ling.

"What's wrong?"

Ling glanced at Li Ang and said calmly: "He won't resist."

"You just need to deal with the mixed-blood elf below and send him to Jinchao Island with the other half-orc slaves. You don't have to worry about the rest."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say." After receiving a definite answer, Eric called Moore without hesitation, pointed at Leon and said:

"Put shackles on him and send him to the Golden Stone Fortress together."

"Yes." Moore looked at Li Ang and shrugged, stretched out his hands, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Such cooperation was most likely to cause trouble.

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On the dock, Ailan, who was taking people to count the goods, saw Eric and Moore walking over with the shackled Leon, and his face changed slightly:

"Isn't he your advisor's bodyguard?"

"Our consultant said that this kind of guard that can't even block a crossbow is a waste, and keeping it around is a waste of food, so he asked me to sell it as a commodity together."

Eric was just about to take out the money bag from his arms to bribe the other party, but suddenly remembered that the other party seemed to be very disgusted with this kind of behavior, so he could only stop and rubbed his palms awkwardly.

"You people traffickers will go to hell sooner or later."

Alan glared at Eric and said coldly.

"Hey, hehe, I am a believer in the God of Travelers. Even if I die, I will enter his kingdom. I guess I won't have to go to hell."

Eric took out a golden eye amulet with a pair of wings from his neck and said proudly.

Most mages believe in Senan, the god of wisdom, or Nephthys, the goddess of darkness and the undead.

Because they may enlighten wisdom, improve magic skills, or increase the magic power of the mage.

But the mages of the Ice Mist Flower Chamber of Commerce are different.

In order to obtain the qualifications for free trade in many countries, the mages of the Chamber of Commerce will choose to believe in [Frey, the God of Travelers].

This god is the protector of merchants and travelers, and is also the husband of Thalia, the god of dance and music.

[The God of Dance and Music, Thalia] is as famous and influential in the Sasha Empire as the God of the Sky, Noah.

Therefore, even the Griffin Kingdom, which most rejects pagans, will choose to tolerate the activities of priests and believers related to the "God of Dance and Music" in the country.

"Master Ailan, you have finished inspecting the goods. I wonder if you can take me to see General Leonardo to discuss the price of this goods?"

Seeing Ailan fall into silence, Eric said quickly.

"This is not within the scope of my responsibilities. If you have any questions about the price of the goods, you can ask Quartermaster Kazik." Aylan issued a receipt and said expressionlessly.

"Lord Alan, we just offended him!" Eric wailed:

"He'll take the opportunity to swallow our cargo whole."

"You can help me if you want, just leave him to me!" Ailan pointed at Li Ang with a smile on his lips.

"That's...good." Eric glanced at Li Ang and then at Ailan, who seemed a little out of touch. He gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

Rather than being sucked by the vampire Kazik, he would rather betray Leon in exchange for Ailan's help.

As for what Ailan wants to do if he wants to leave Li Ang, he doesn't care.

As long as all the goods are sold, he will immediately take everyone out of this uncomfortable place.

"Unlock his shackles for me." Ailan pointed to the shackles on Li Ang's hands and feet and said.

"Yes."

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After arranging his men to escort Eric to the Golden Stone Fortress, Ailan led Li Ang through the military camp alone.

Along the way, Vastia soldiers kept pointing at the two of them, and even laughed at them.

"This idiot is buying orcs from those slave traders again."

"Hmph, his little salary has been wasted long ago just to support those losers."

"Yes, if General Leonardo hadn't seen him as pitiful and gave him more supplies every month, he and his bastards would have starved to death long ago..."

"This guy and the bastards he saved should be driven away!"

"Ignore them."

After taking a look at the anger in Li Ang's eyes, Ailan patted Li Ang's calf with an indifferent smile on his face.

"Aren't you angry at all?"

"I've long been used to it. I won't lose anything if they insult me, but if they do it, it will give them an excuse to cause trouble for me."

As Ailan spoke, he led Li Ang through the military camp and came to a village five kilometers away from the port.

Unlike the solemn and solemn port, this place is depressed and dilapidated. Even the houses are made of stones and wood, as if they would collapse immediately with a slight push from a child.

Along the way, alien children and orcs kept saying hello to Ailan.

Li Ang could see that these people respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Are they?" Li Ang looked at the children who were drooling at the roasted mushrooms and the orcs who were processing wild vegetables with a strange expression.

Those children have more or less characteristics of flying people.

Or red skin, or devil-like horns, or blue scales and black wings, etc.

It doesn't look like a half-elf or a descendant of the Vastians.

"They are the descendants of some of the half-orc slaves I rescued and the original people on the island." Aylan was silent for a while and said with a wry smile:

"When the Siren Banshees were defeated, many mermaids and harpies chose to surrender."

"I don't think I saw their mother." Li Ang couldn't help but said.

"..." Ailan lowered his head, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, and sighed:

"Ten years ago, the Pirate Queen united with the Siren Banshee clan and launched a surprise attack here."

"Some of the restless mermaids and harpies on the island planned to cooperate with them inside and outside, but they were betrayed by some orc slave workers."

"The Vastians promoted the informant orc slaves to overseers of various mines, and the mermaids and actors were all killed."

"There used to be nearly ten thousand sharks and harpies on Jinchao Island, but now only these children are left."

Li Ang was shocked, and finally understood why Vimona and the others wanted to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin when they mentioned the Vastians.

These guys have massacred tens of thousands of innocent people.

"What do you want to do by asking me from Eric?" Li Ang raised his head and looked at Ailan intently.

"You are very strong and have a protective heart, unlike those half-orcs with mixed blood. I hope you can help me protect these innocent children from harm."

Ailan looked up at Li Ang, her eyes clear and bright, like pearls still shining brightly in the deep darkness.

Seeing Ailan's pleading eyes, Li Ang was shocked.

He originally thought that this mixed-blood elf would have joined forces with the Vastians, but he did not expect that he could still barely maintain his true intentions in this complicated environment.

This made Li Ang feel a little respectful:

"Since you can't stand this place, why don't you choose to help the Siren Banshee and the Pirate Queen to overthrow the Vastians and liberate the people here?"

"Sometimes, people don't live for themselves, and neither do I." Ailan said with a wry smile.