This is not unrelated to the barren land of the Manyu Army, which is in a state of drought for most of the year, and the land is desertified in the Gobi, and there is neither the fertile land of the plains of Asia Minor occupied by the Lancelot royal family, nor the rich and diverse mineral resources in the Kingsley family's territory, so they can only find another shortcut and hit the idea of human trafficking.

In this regard, the Manyu military leader has a unique geographical advantage, the Odin grassland separated by a mountain to the north, and the Andes Mountains to the east, both the Odin orcs and the Andes mountain people are the best quality slaves, compared to the Odin orcs who can only be trained as gladiators and miners, the Andis mountain people are more popular.

Whether it is farming, mining, or handicrafts, they can do it, and they have excellent physique, and it is also a good choice to train them to become gladiators, although they are not as brutal and bloody as the Odin orcs in the gladiatorial arena, igniting the atmosphere, but their agility and intelligence are also not possessed by the other party.

Andes mountain folk either do not produce excellent gladiators, and once they do, the probability of reaching the top is often high, which is recognized in the gladiatorial industry.

In the past 30 years, the city of Solo has been on the fast track of development, in which the supreme ruler of the contemporary Manyu military domain, the Duke of Pheren, Bog Slav Ferron, has played a key role in increasing the support for gladiatorial warfare and the slave industry.

Before Duke Borg ascended to the ducal throne, the gladiatorial industry was only a reserved industry of the Manyu military lord, with a certain scale, but it was not popular.

After he came to power, he vigorously encouraged the style of gladiatorial fighting, and spent a huge amount of money and ten years to build the largest gladiatorial arena on the continent of Ashan, which can accommodate nearly 100,000 people to watch gladiatorial fighting.

The world-famous first gladiatorial tournament was held here, with a red prize of up to 100,000 Byron gold coins and the highest honor of the king of gladiatorial fighting.

Many successful champion knights were moved, and several of them participated in the name of free gladiators at any cost, which was unheard of, and completely detonated this gladiatorial tournament.

Countless lords and nobles traveled thousands of miles to Solo City to see the prosperity of the city, creating a precedent for special industries to drive tourism.

Since then, the triennial gladiatorial tournament has become the biggest event in Sauron, where the adventurous and bloody lords and nobles of the entire Byron Union gather for the event.

The Bastille also played a major role in this.

Comparing the Manyu army to a giant, there is no doubt that the city of Solo is the heart of this giant, and the Bastille is one of the giant's arteries, constantly sending fattening here.

Now that the artery has been severed, the news brought by Kleist the Fox has alarmed even Duke Borg, the supreme ruler of the Manyu Army.

Kleist's abandonment of the city and fleeing does not mean that he is timid, but he is more desperate and makes the most self-interested choice, in fact, when it comes to his own interests, he has always been very bold.

After abandoning the city and fleeing, Kleist did not flee in a hurry, but took a turn outside the city, turned back to the Bastille, and squatted around it for three days.

It was only on the fourth day that he set out on his way to the city of Solo, and after three days of observing the enemy in the Bastille, he could be 100% sure that old Bolton had no chance of turning over, and that the two were not at all opponents of the same magnitude.

With this inference, Kleist was transformed into a defender who abandoned the city and fled, but a lobbyist for help, and as soon as he entered the city, he became a guest of honor in the Duke's Palace.

As for the sons of Old Bolton in Solo City, he didn't see one, that is, a bunch of straw bales, and without Old Bolton, they were nothing.

According to the domineering nature shown by Duke Borg in recent years, even if the Bastille is recaptured, it can only be in the hands of the Ferron family, and there is no possibility of leaving it to outsiders to take care of it.

Borg's stature is very large, especially after middle age, after no longer charging into battle like when he was young, even if he maintains a certain amount of swordsmanship practice every day, there is still no way to stop the horizontal development of his body.

Sitting on the throne in high esteem, he is like a mountain of meat, which has become an inevitable pattern of the Faeron family, his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather......

Anyone who can live more than forty years old will be the same as he is now, and it is directly proportional to the life expectancy, the longer he lives, the bigger his body is, and Borg's size has been ranked among the top three in the historical records of the Pheren family.

Surpassing his great-great-grandfather and becoming the number one in the Faeron family, both in size and merit, has always been one of Borg's greatest pursuits in this life.

If you think Borg is ugly, then you are very wrong, even if the body is transformed into this shape, the appearance is still upright, whether it is a beard or hair, it is meticulously cared for, and the appearance of a king is full.

When he was young, he was one of the most beautiful men in the Manyu Army, and those noble ladies and girls loved the object of Huaichun, and spent a romantic night with him as the biggest talking point.

Someone once joked that Borg's greatest achievement was not to completely solve the mountain people of the Manyu military leader, but to have illegitimate children all over the continent, if the previous generation of the Lancelot royal family had direct female members, maybe Borg could use his appearance to complete the real unification of the Byron Alliance.

After a long period of contemplation, Borg remembered that there were still people waiting for his reply, and with a word of understanding, he sent Kleist away.

This made the fox who was full of words go crazy in frustration, if he didn't even have a chance to speak, how could he use this matter as a staircase to advance, become a guest of honor in the Duke's Palace, and then become a bachelor of the Manyu Army?

Was he a step too late, and the Duke of Borg had already received the latest news from the Bastille, or had the old fox lost interest in the Bastille?

Kleist Fox suffered from the speculation of gains and losses, but he vetoed them one by one, he did have a lot of Bastille soldiers escaped during the three days of his Bastille squatting, but they were all big-headed soldiers, and they had no knowledge at all, and it was a problem whether they could find the leader in which direction, let alone run to Solo City to report and receive the reward in the first place.

What's more, many mountain hunters chased them out from the Bastille, and he encountered several groups on the way to Lingdu, and there were not a few Bastille soldiers on the side of the road, and the news he brought was definitely the most comprehensive, even if it was not first-hand.

As for Borg's loss of interest in the Bastille, it is even more unlikely, if the city of Solo wants to maintain its current prosperity, the continuous transportation of mountain slaves from the Bastille is an indispensable one, once the supply is cut off, the slave industry in the city of Solo will be severely affected.

The gladiatorial industry will not have much impact in the short term, but it will inevitably be affected in the long run, not to mention that the Bastille itself is also a well-known cash cow, and unless the Borg becomes a complete old fool, he will never give up here.

"Sir Kleist, Sir Kleist, please stay. A young waiter hurried after him.

Could it be that Duke Borg suddenly figured it out? Kleist Fox perked up, but his face was perfectly reserved, "Are you?"

The young waiter performed an impeccable courtesy, showing off the demeanor of the Duke's Palace, and smiled: "I am just an ordinary waiter in the Duke's Palace, and the name is not worth the trouble of Sir Sir to remember, I just invited Lord Sir to move to the side hall on behalf of my master, my master has heard of Lord Sir for a long time, and I believe that there are many common topics." ”

"Who is your master?"

"Your Excellency Baron Patlem. ”

"Please thank Your Excellency the Baron for the invitation on my behalf, but I have important business to do now, and I will definitely visit me in person when I get back, and I hope that His Excellency will not turn me away. ”

Kleist showed a perfect and impeccable smile, not to mention the second heir of the Pheren family, even if it was an invitation from Philip, the first heir, he would refuse it at the first time.

This kind of family dispute is not something that he, a newcomer, can participate in, not to mention that Duke Borg has a ruddy face and a long breath, except for being too obese, there is no problem at all, and there is no problem in living for ten or eight years.

After saying that, Kleist didn't give the young waiter a chance to speak again, and left the Duke's Palace quickly, so fast that even many regular knights couldn't reach it.

When the young waiter brought back the news, the gloomy young man, who was angry and had a fifty or sixty resemblance to Bartley, smashed his beloved coffee cup to pieces on the spot.

"What kind of thing is he? He dared to refuse Master Ben's invitation, believe it or not, I made it impossible for him to see the sun tomorrow!"

"The old man is angry. The young waiter was obviously not like his own modest life, just an ordinary waiter, at least not in front of Baron Patleme, the second in line to the throne of the Ferron family," and it was precisely because of this that this man deserved some effort from the old man to make friends. ”

"How?"

"If the other party comes recklessly, it means that the other party is just a countryman with no political vision, and he is of no use except for the news he brought. ”

The young waiter was talking more like a wise man who had read the classics than a servant who could not read a single word.

Judging from the other party's reaction, he knew the name of the lord, and knew the meaning behind it, and he was afraid of getting involved in the affairs of the duke's family, which would affect his career, which was a sign of a smart person. ”

"You mean to say that I'm a big trouble, sir?" Patalem glared at the young waiter viciously, looking like I want you to look good if you don't give me a perfect explanation.

The young waiter spread his hands and said: "The battle for the heir of a military leader, not to mention for ordinary people, even for those lords and nobles, is also a big trouble, a big trouble, especially the lord is still the second heir, there is a brother in front of him who is as dazzling as the rising sun, and he will not be favored, it is normal." ”

"Even you say so. Like a deflated ball, Patleum slumped in his chair and waved his hand, "In that case, let's not fight, pack up, and return to that deserted territory with only a few thousand savages tomorrow." ”