Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

When the sun rose again, the wooden fence was crowded with people. Many traveling merchants came here after hearing the news, and there were also many traveling merchants from small tribes like Lang Rui.

The really powerful ones are the big traveling merchants from Black Rock City or other places.

"Good day, who are those people?" Lang Rui saw a steady stream of skinny slaves walking into the wooden fence. The front of them had already entered Black Thorn City, and the tail could not be seen behind.

Jin Bai, who was wearing a jute short robe, saw that Lang Rui was polite and strong, so he was happy to deal with her. He pointed to the blue flowers next to him and said, "Lan Ruocheng."

Lang Rui's heart skipped a beat, the water was getting muddier.

"Brothers of the Greenstone Tribe, I saw yesterday that you were here to sell animal skins. You came to the wrong place. Blackthorn City only accepts food and slaves. You might as well go hunting outside and sell them!" Jin Baijian There was nothing exciting to see, so he chatted with Lang Rui.

Lang Rui deliberately made his eyes look honest, "I also heard someone said that there is a market here, so I came directly. There is nothing I can do, slave. I will go hunting in a while. It would be great if I can exchange for some salt." .”

Jin Bai's eyes lit up, "Brother, do you want salt? I don't! But the most indispensable thing for our jute tribe is jute cloth. Did you see what I'm wearing? Brother, do you want it? Don't look at it as inconspicuous. Compared with Animal skin is much more comfortable and breathable, and their nobles especially like to wear this kind of cloth."

Lang Rui, who had seen the same yarn, was basically indifferent to this kind of yellow jute cloth. He was very interested in Jinbai's weaving skills, but this skill could not be easily shown to others.

Besides, nobles would rather wear animal skin robes than this kind of jute.

Lang Rui looked ignorant, "I only want salt, not cloth. We only wear animal skin skirts in summer and animal skins in winter. But salt is the hard currency and our tribe lacks this."

Seeing that Lang Rui was really not interested, Jin Bai smiled tactfully and stopped arguing. He sold a lot of jute cloth to the Black Armored Army. He had already made enough, and he didn't have much cloth left. The main reason was to attract a customer. One, and when the new cloth comes from their tribe, he can make another profit.

The purpose of staying here is to make friends with all the orcs.

Jin Bai: "It seems like you haven't seen your partner for a day."

Lang Rui looked sad, "I rushed here on such a hot day. I was tired from the journey and fell ill as soon as I took a rest."

Jin Bai just said casually, but he didn't expect this brother to be so sincere, and then he looked sad, as if the person who was sick was his friend, "What should we do? There are no witches here who can give us medicine to cure our illnesses. Just have to endure it.”

Lang Rui: "Will the divine envoy give everyone a blessing? I want to help my partner try it when the blessing comes. Maybe it will be fine."

Jin Bai's eyes widened, "Brother, don't be ridiculous, the envoy was being polite by not seducing our souls."

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to their corner, "Don't mess with the black-armored army and the divine envoy, let alone those slaves. You came late yesterday and got up late today. You didn't see it every morning." How many corpses came out of the city early in the morning? Those are slaves who were punished by the beast god. If you get close to them, you will easily be punished by the beast god by mistake, and then you will be finished."

"Thousands of slaves who were not fully dead came out early this morning. I heard that they were from some kind of wolf clan. They were escorted by black armored transports from far away. They were basically almost dead. They were completely dead before. He was sent to the outside of the city to have his soul imprisoned, and now he is sent to the other side of the mountain before he is completely dead. Most likely, he will be imprisoned." The thought of being imprisoned makes one's hair stand on end.

Lang Rui's breath was stagnant, and he remembered that when he was hiding in the box yesterday, the Shiling said that he would capture the souls of the sick Silver Moon wolves and fill the city. No matter what, he must stop it.

He looked at the sun, then at the city wall that had not changed after being sprinkled with divine water, and said to Jin Ri: "I have to hunt some prey early, otherwise the skins will not be sold, and I will live day by day." , I didn’t have the shame to go back if I didn’t get salt.”

Jin Ri laughed, "Okay, brother, let's talk next time."

Lang Rui took the wooden sign and tied it around his waist. He walked out of the wooden fence and walked in the opposite direction for several miles without going in the direction pointed by Jin Ri. After entering the dense forest, he walked around to the destination from the other side.

This is a canyon surrounded by mountains. Lang Rui climbed up the mountain and looked down. In the center of the valley, there was an altar built with stones. At this time, there were ten waiters in white robes standing on the platform, muttering something.

Dozens of black-armored troops were waiting at the entrance of the valley.

As soon as Lang Rui hid, he met Lang Ye's gaze, "...Why are you here?"

Lang Ye smiled with crooked eyes, "Lang Yu said you would come, and what he said is always accurate." After a pause, "More accurate than a witch." It's a pity that Lang Yu's physique is not suitable for being a witch!

Lang Rui pursed his lips, feeling that the smile on Lang Ye's face was annoying. There were thousands of tribesmen lying underneath, and this man could still laugh.

Lang Ye seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "Lang Yu said it's a foregone conclusion. Don't do it in vain. The people below have no medicine to cure them." No matter how valuable slaves are, in Black Jing City, which urgently needs slaves to build a city, Shi Ling must It can be cured, but now it's causing people to feel trapped in their souls, and it's obviously untreatable.

"Even if they can't be cured, filling up the city shouldn't be their destination, and they shouldn't be an aid to the evildoers."

Langye curled his fingers slightly, "Then where is our destination? The Silver Moon Wolf Clan has been wiped out. We are busy every day. Even if we rescue our clansmen, will there still be a place for us in the Hurricane Plains?"

Lang Rui didn't want to be sad here with him. "You must have made preparations. Let's talk about it. Maybe I can cooperate with you."

Lang Ye chuckled, and Lang Yu hit the mark again, "The Divine Deer Clan."

All their plans were redone from the moment Lang Rui's partner was captured.

After repeated tricks, regardless of whether Lang Rui knew the Shenlu tribe, they had to take a gamble. Anyway, from the day the Silver Moon Wolf tribe was breached, they were ready to sacrifice.

Lang Rui's face was a little unnatural, and he had to admit that he did not say anything about the two sides. Each had their own plans, "I don't know the Divine Deer Clan, so I can't help." The Green Deer Clan never said that they were the Divine Deer Clan. Of course I don't know him.

"Your plan had better change, otherwise it will definitely fail."

Lang Ye was silent for a while, "Really?"

"Really." Lang Rui is very sure. Even if the Green Deer Clan is really the Divine Deer Clan, the inheritance may have been gone for thousands of years. Even the method of breathing has not been practiced by anyone for so many years. It's all said and done.

Lang Ye said seriously: "But it's too late."

The ritual of confining souls at the bottom of the valley has reached its final stage. Black clouds cover the sky and the sun blows, and a white-haired wind blows. The cold wind is biting, just like the fall of night.