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Patton understood the behavior of the undead very well, so he stopped the orc militiamen who wanted to enter the town to help. He only ordered everyone to guard the entrance of the valley, and then began to arrest the caravan on the square in front of the town.

There are seven caravans camped overnight in this populous black market base camp. These submissive merchants in front of the undead saw the living militiamen in uniforms, but they immediately had the courage to strike hard, and they all shouted about their respective backstage backgrounds. ——Which caravan is the property of a certain noble in a certain place, which caravan is owned by a certain noble, etc.

When a certain merchant shouted that his caravan had a stake in the Prince of the Rhine, the militiamen ordered to take the prisoners inevitably hesitated.

Before the hard-working businessman in the backstage had time to be proud, Barton waved his hand: "What are you doing standing there, hurry up and count the prisoners!"

The merchant who had just stood up was startled and shouted, "You know what you're doing, you country bumpkin! I'm the prince's man!"

Patton glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned to the militiamen in confusion and said, "What is this man talking about? Why can't I understand? Where does this accent come from?"

Militiamen: "??"

Barton's good brother and clever operator Ron answered wittily: "It seems to be the accent of the capital, which is quite different from our common language, and I can't understand it."

"Oh, so he's from the royal capital." Patton suddenly said, "Born in such a good place but not doing a good job, he went to a rural place like ours to do the slave business, tsk tsk, this kind of person should be sent to Tajikistan." Lan Tan will build roads for a few years, and educate them well."

"That's not it." Operator Ron grinned, stepped forward to pick up the firm backstage businessman, and stuffed it into the carriage without any explanation.

The merchant turned pale and tried to say something, but Ron stuffed a rag into his mouth.

Barton didn't give the merchant who claimed to be backed by the prince a look at all, and continued to arrange for the militiamen to count the prisoners and vehicles.

The people in the caravan were to be arrested, the property of the caravan was confiscated and returned to the public, and the slaves illegally held by the caravan were to be rescued and transformed into legal citizens.

This order came not only from Charlie Rex, the lord of Innatrix, but also from the black mage Yang—if the Prince of Rhine is dissatisfied, go and reason with the black mage himself!

"Hurry up, don't let the undead take down the town, we haven't cleaned up the battlefield outside the town yet!" Barton yelled angrily and urged the militiamen, "Come and take care of the rescued civilians, some female militiamen. Light the fire!"

There are more or less slaves in the seven "illegal operating" caravans, and the Takia caravan that just "sold" two undead is no exception. After wandering around the square, I bought several female slaves and loaded them into the carriage.

Mei, a townsman in the western town of Adler, is one of these unfortunate female slaves.

Mei is very young, only 13 years old. Her fate is very similar to that of Ms. Shirley—she was not trafficked, but abandoned by her family.

Girls with fate like Mei are not particularly rare in the Rhine Kingdom... If they are not old enough to marry, can't do heavy work, and the family happens to have a difficult livelihood, they will be removed from the family as a burden .

Life in the hands of the slave trader was not easy. Mei could not remember that she hadn’t had a decent dinner for a few days. When she was transferred to the Tachia caravan, her only hope was that the new master would be more generous. Give her an extra slice, no, half a slice of bread.

It's a pity that the boss of the caravan, Old Burt, who was tricked by the owner of the place when selling the undead was in a bad mood. The group of female slaves who were bought at the same time as Mei not only failed to make it to dinner, but two of the older female slaves were also miserable. Raped by caravan members.

When the undead attacked, Mei, who was hungry, was locked in a half-loaded truck like other slave girls. Because one of the two raped was moaning intermittently due to pain, everyone could not sleep. .

When the undead rushed into the camp of the Tachia caravan, the female slaves, whose scalps were numb from the outside movement, hugged tightly and looked at the skeletons flashing through the cracks of the trucks from time to time with trepidation.

It wasn't until the militiamen pried open the door of the truck that Mei and the female slaves who had the same fate as her knew that the outside world had changed.

The Taqiya people who did not treat the female slaves as human beings were all tied hands and feet with strange white thin strips (cable ties), and were carried like pigs and sheep by people in militia uniforms and loaded into the vacated large trucks.

Mei Zhuang bravely raised his eyes and found that the square in front of the town, which was the slave trading market, had been completely controlled by people in militia uniforms; There were more militiamen holding torches, as if they were checking and counting the goods of the merchants.

The militiaman who pried open the door of the truck counted the number of female slaves, then raised a torch to shine a light into the truck, and shouted to Mei and the others: "Are you the only ones? Is there anyone else?"

None of the terrified slave girls answered him.

"You scared them all, be gentle!" Another operator came up and waved to the female slaves, "Hey, come here!"

Mei stumbled along with the others and followed the operator through several noisy trading camps, and was taken to the wooden building where the thugs were on duty at night, and handed over to the orc female militia.

Like Mei, there were more than a hundred slaves who were brought to the wooden building, a small number of them were women, and most of them were young and middle-aged men; They will numbly follow the habits trained by slave traders, shrug their shoulders, hang their heads, line up consciously, and squat down on the ground docilely.

The orc female militia had the same fate as these poor people not long ago. They did not correct their behavior aloud, but silently separated the women from the men, distributed blankets, and let everyone sit on the blankets.

Settling down the people for the time being, the female orc militia who had been enslaved once again checked the people and brought out those with injuries.

Mei was not beaten, but among the two women who were sexually assaulted with her, one of them resisted a little when she was assaulted, and there were scars and wounds on her face, arms, and thighs that were particularly shocking under the firelight , A few large pieces of hair were also pulled out.

The orc female militiaman helped the scarred woman to the fire, fed the alchemy potion and then took out medical cotton, first wiped the wound with the potion to cleanse the wound, then applied medicinal powder and pasted it with medical tape.

When the wound was wiped with water, the woman, who was trying to suppress her sobs, was trembling with pain. Seeing this, the female orc militiaman took out a crystalline white candy from the medicine box and asked her to hold it in her mouth to relieve the pain—— The sweet taste dilutes the pain, which is also the "experience" that the orcs have explored during the unified arrangement of treatment after being rescued.

Another man with a gray face and bloodstains on the back of the tattered pullover was found out from the crowd by the orc female militiamen, and the two female militiamen joined forces to support the fire.

The condition of this male slave is worse than that of the woman who was sexually assaulted. The criss-cross wounds on his back that were pulled out by the whip were inflamed and festered due to untreated, and he himself developed severe fever symptoms because of this. The desire to survive after being thrown out of the valley to fend for itself has been strong until now.

Several orc female militiamen surrounded him, poured him several times more alchemy potions than others, and let him suck sugar cubes; after laying two layers of blankets beside the fire, he helped the man to lie on his stomach, and used scissors Cut off his shirt, brought clean water and diluted medicine from the wooden house, several people took medical cotton together, wiped and cleaned the wound on his back, and applied medicine...

The slaves, who were told to sit on blankets and wait, watched quietly as these orc female militiamen rescued their companions.

The emotions that a living person should have gradually appeared on the numb faces of many people.

Some people began to wipe their tears silently, some prayed in a low voice, and more people turned their heads, stretched their necks, and looked at the town across the square.

Because the square is full of militiamen walking around with torches, the town across the square looks darker and harder to see.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that even across the square, people sitting under the wooden building near the entrance of the valley can hear the shrill screams and terrified screams from the town from time to time.

These voices are as beautiful as the sounds of nature to the ears of people who have suffered enough.

Since the War of the Kingdom of Rhine to protect the country 200 years ago, people in the Adler territory have gradually abandoned this land.

In this uninhabited land of hundreds of kilometers, it is hard to tell how many innocent souls and lives have been buried; the only thing known to the world is that two civilians walked out of this southern wasteland One of the honored knights was Stewart.

The slave trade is a lucrative business, and the profitable business cannot last long without a backing, but any slave trader who can make a name for himself in this wasteland can more or less get a relationship with a certain Adler nobleman.

The difference between Stuart and other slave traders is that after spending a lot of money to obtain the title, he did not wash his feet and go ashore. Instead, he returned to the south and continued to carry forward his old business.

When the lord of Inadler next door was still the father of Adela III, Stuart had already established his personal black market "empire" in the southern part of Adler's territory - not only the valley town dared to put it in broad daylight There are more than a dozen small and medium-sized strongholds in the size of cottages; not only is the Rhine Kingdom’s domestic slave business more than half through Stuart’s hands, but Stuart’s foreign business is also involved.

For example... the orc slaves of Innad and Odis were all handed over in Stuart's population black market.

The fact that Inadoli's colleagues were taken away in one pot caused Stuart a lot of trouble. After all, without the stable "downstream distributor" of the Frank family, Inadali's business would not be so easy to develop.

"The illegitimate child just doesn't know the importance of things." This was Sir Stewart's most direct reaction after learning that the Frank family was destroyed.

Which nobleman of Innadrix has no farm?What farm doesn't need slaves?What is the difference between fighting the slave trade and offending all the Innadrinic nobles?

It's just a country lord who has temporarily obtained a fief by luck and brute force and has not yet been recognized by the king's capital. He rashly offends all his colleagues, which is simply short-sighted and unreasonable.

Of course...Although he hated Charlie Rex, an illegitimate son who relied on good luck to get to the top, Stuart was also very curious about this person's family history.

For example, how did Charlie Rex control the undead that the Nightmare Butcher gave him?

It is not uncommon for spellcasters to give away or sell tamed monsters or summoned objects to others on the continent of Nabalon. In Port Moses in the territory of Otis, there are often monster mounts from black magicians, or spellcasting Those who catch domesticated rare monsters.

Undead is by no means such a rare summoned item. This thing failed to become a commodity, purely because the intelligence of undead creatures is too low, they have no combat power, and there is no merit in appearance.

Stuart is very interested in the "rare species" among the undead of Tarantan, which has the strength to fight against the Order of the Sun, can conquer cities and plunder land for its master, and can even be lent to others to fight. Nobles who spend a lot of money to buy Tarantan's undead are more interested in showing off.

Old Burt, a Tachia merchant, claimed that as long as he took a six-legged lizard and passed in front of the lone Tarantan undead, the undead would come over curiously, sit on the back of the lizard, and be taken away safely... so the hell Stuart was a little dubious about the way of capture.

But since the Taqia merchant can bring the undead to his base camp, and let these undead be transferred honestly... Stuart thinks that this method of capture may really work.

Before he lay down and fell asleep, old Stuart was still thinking about how much he would sell the captured undead and how much he would keep for himself...

When he was awakened by the turmoil outside, the leader of the slave merchant who was over [-] years old was dreaming of leading the army of undead to attack the rich and prosperous territory.

"Who is making noise?!" Old Stuart, whose dream was interrupted, roared angrily towards the outside of the bedroom.

The male servant guarding the outside ran in with a panicked expression: "Master, there is chaos in the street outside, it seems that someone has broken in!"

"Are you kidding me?" Hearing this, Old Stuart only felt absurd.

He's not the bastard son of Charlie Rex who suddenly rises to a high position and acts out of control. All the powerful nobles in Adler's domain can benefit from his business; whoever wants to make trouble with old Stuart's business Well, without waiting for the army to come to the south, old Stewart can figure out who is trying to target him, who pays and who sends troops.

The manservant who scolded him for being helpless helped him get out of bed. Old Stuart took his cane from the bedside table and walked out with great momentum.

The private soldiers who were also alarmed were rushing towards Old Stuart's room, and gathered around the leader of the slave trader one after another.

It is impossible for foreign enemies to have foreign enemies. At most, there are rebels in his own den... Old Stuart has experienced this kind of thing a lot. Few of his subordinates are safe. A careerist who wants to replace the film industry and delusions.

"Which idiot is causing trouble again this time, do you really think I'm old?" Old Stuart thought murderously, "It seems that it is necessary to hang a group of idiots to the mouth of the valley to dry!"

As soon as he came out of the big house... Old Stuart was taken aback.

In the town under the moonlight, people's eyesight can only see objects under the nearby light source, and the place a little farther away that the lantern cannot illuminate is just a black shadow.

On the street without street lights, many people came chaotically and ran around like headless chickens. They could only hear various strange screams of anger or panic, but no shouts of beating and killing.

Old Stuart, who has been taking advanced alchemy potions for a long time, has better eyesight than some young and middle-aged people, but even he can only see a lot of figures rushing in from the other side of the street, and he can't see anything clearer.

This is not the point.

The point is... the enemy doesn't just rush in from the street, there are dense, impatient figures on the roofs and courtyard walls on both sides of the road...

"What the hell is this?!"

Old Stuart's heart trembled, and he shrank into the big house subconsciously, but he couldn't help but look in the direction of the street.

The enemies, who ignored the terrain and didn't pay attention to formation at all, poured into the buildings on both sides like flowing water as they rushed into the block.

The lights in the building illuminated the "true body" of the invading enemy, and trembling screams pierced the night sky: "Undead! It's the undead!"

Old Stewarts are dumb...

No—it was only a few hours ago that the Takia brought him the undead they got. !

In such a short period of time, how did these Tarantan undead know that their companions were abducted, and even came to find them? !

No, not right!

The point is, do these Tarantan undead actually have a group consciousness to help their compatriots? !

Didn't it mean that these undead kill each other frequently, and many people have seen it with their own eyes? ?

Old Stuart's previous ambition to deal with his subordinates disappeared, and he hurriedly ordered the private soldiers to guard the big house. He didn't even take his cane, and only took a few of his most trusted private soldiers to guard him, and walked briskly to the secret passage. direction to run.

The judgment of the old slave trader leader is very wise. The undead Tarantan who can kidnap the enemy prince among thousands of armies is completely unable to withstand the defense force here in the base camp; the only way to survive is to cut off the tail and abandon this base camp. It's the smart thing to do.

Old Stuart didn't even have the intention of waiting for a little while for his son who lived nearby, all he wanted was to get out of danger quickly.

It's a pity... because the undead launched their attack in the middle of the night, not only did they act quickly, but also made sure that no grass grew in the places they passed, and no one could report the report in time. As a result, when old Stuart discovered the seriousness of the problem, he rushed in from a distance The straight-line distance of the undead is less than [-] meters.

And at this distance... it can be scanned by players' identification techniques that can penetrate walls and see through.

Hundreds of players flooded into this street with the densest buildings and the wealthiest appearance in the town at the same time. Countless identification techniques were thrown out in multiple directions, and it was hard for old Stuart not to be caught.

What's more terrible is that old Stuart is a person who pays attention to enjoyment. His big house is more luxuriously furnished than Augusta's residence above the bar; An enchanted gemstone necklace for assassination protection.

"There's a fat boss over there!"

The players who scanned old Stewart cheered like New Year's Eve, and a group of walkers directly fired the Wind Control Technique and rushed towards Stewart's big house with green eyes.

The players who regard the various districts of Inadoli City as parkour casinos, and almost all of them are good at Super Mario, jumped into the yard of the big house in less than ten seconds.

Loyal private soldiers bravely rushed forward to stop them... But it was useless. This group of players who skipped work and skipped classes to play battlefield missions, on average, lived in spider lairs and poisonous mist swamps that were difficult to survive. After more than a thousand hours (game time) of staying at the spot, the blocking of the mere [-] to [-] private soldiers was completely ignored by the players.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 walker players broke through the weak private soldiers and broke into Stuart's well-renovated luxury house.

"My day, this place is so fat!" Some players were blinded by the luxurious furnishings in the big house, and almost couldn't move their legs.

"Just let the brothers in the back search for it. Anyway, it's a unified auction for cents, so don't let the boss run away!" A sober player reminded.

This game doesn’t have a backpack system, and players’ income from participating in activities is all on the bright side, and there is really no place to hide the loot on the skeleton… It’s an accidental creation of a game environment full of honesty .

"That's right!" The player, who was almost seduced by the luxurious interior furnishings, reacted, and chased after the old Stuart who fled to the secret passage in the backyard more actively.

Anxiously running to the backyard, old Stuart, who was only a few steps away from the barn where the secret passage was located, almost went crazy when he heard the urging sound of "cha, cha" from behind: "So many buildings, so many people, How do these undead know where I am?!"

No one could answer his question. The players rushing to scan the target with the identification technique only cheered and rushed forward. Some of them held back the private guards who turned back to resist, and some bypassed the private soldiers, their eyes glowing. Pounce on old Stewart...

The private guards that Old Stewart brought with him all had professional-level combat effectiveness. If it had been half a year ago, they would have hit a player with a single blow to a child, and there was absolutely no need to make up for it.

Up to now, I have experienced the pursuit and killing of the ex-thief group, the spider lair group, the monster battlefield group, the poisonous mist swamp group, the Sun Cult group, the siege battle group, and the eastern battlefield group in the Otis territory... Not only has the ability to carry blows tripled with the increase in level (spiritual power), but all kinds of wretched operations to avoid damage have also become extremely proficient.

The walker player who was the first to entangle him, when the opponent drew a knife and slashed, he dodged and slid the shovel, and none of them were cut by the private guards.

To avoid the first wave, turn to the Shadow Ranger and pull out the bow and arrow to release the energy sword three times in a row. No matter whether you can hit or not, at least it can serve as a cover for your teammates.

The player who turned to Deathwalker was even more wretched, with a small dagger in his hand, he couldn't get close easily, and if he got close, he stabbed people's backside.

The private guards waved their weapons incompetently and chased after them furiously. Not only did they not touch the undead, but their armor was smashed by the shots.

What made the private guards hired by old Stuart even more desperate was that they couldn't even catch up with the undead who carried their master on their backs...

When the darkest moment before dawn came, the valley town, which had been noisy for more than an hour, gradually calmed down.

The experienced Barton has been listening to the movement in the town in the square in front of the town.

When he saw a large group of undead coming out of the town laughing and laughing, gathering like no one else in the square cleared by the militiamen, holding up items and yelling for auction, he calmly waved to everyone: "Okay, let's go in and clean up." It's the battlefield."