Alerted by the little devil, Ash immediately turned around, but Sigma never saw the spirit again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

One of his eyes completely turned into spirit pupils, and the spiral lines kept spinning in his eyes. Just now, he only saw the golden-colored souls and the many weaker souls of other colors gathered together, leaving them at a very fast speed. It was just a flash, but he firmly grasped the direction, pointed to the passage on the left, and said, "In this direction!" ”

Ash and Bone Sanhe quickly chased after them, but the dense crowd on this small street hindered their progress, and Ash frowned slightly, and immediately jumped onto the low roof on the side, and accelerated forward in a way of rapid leaping on the roof.

He thought it was funny, and beckoned the wind element to turn into a pair of cyan wings on his back, and actually flew into the air like that!

Almost all of the crowd who saw this scene shouted in amazement and admiration, and some of those who knew magic dropped their jaws in shock.

They're right? The boy flew up without even reciting the incantation!

Ah, wait, that's not the point, the point is what kind of magic he flies?! They'd never seen a flying magic that could use the wind elemental to add a pair of wings to themselves.

Bone Three shook his head, feeling that his master was too anxious, and his behavior showed impatience. stopped chasing casually, and passed an idea to Ash at the moment, hid in the crowd, and continued to inquire about the news.

The road on the left was connected by several forks, and Ash did not ask, but searched one road after another, but after two hours, they still found nothing.

"I haven't been on this road yet," Sigma pouted, a little depressed, who had let him not pay attention to that spirit.

Walking down the road, Ash entered a large assembly hall.

"Here it is... Slave market? ”

I don't like this kind of place, and my eyes are shining with naked rejection.

He remembers the first time he and Ash entered the big city. He wandered around with great interest, searching the past when he heard the wails of his kind, only to see humans caged his companions, whipped with whips, and threatened with swords.

Many sick and injured companions were huddled in a small cage like that, and their wild eyes became dull, and they completely lost hope of life. Their fur was dirty, and even the children who were waiting to be fed were also thrown into the filthy cage, breathing weakly.

That's for the disease. It's a big shock. It was also after that that he developed a deeper understanding of human cruelty.

Human, he except ash. And what Ash approves, he doesn't believe in any of them.

Vinis's slave market looked fairly clean, and at least some of his companions were kept in clean separate cages. This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He can't see his companions being bullied, there are only two people in him and Ash, and they definitely can't please when they get into trouble, and there are many masters among those humans. Growing up in the forest, he knows the truth of the jungle, if his companions are not bullied too much. He also allowed himself to be more patient and try not to cause trouble to the ashes.

But occasionally, he still can't bear it. At this point, he would ask Ash to save his companions by buying them with gold, as he had learned by being caught several times after making a fuss in the slave market. But on the other hand, he has a very large number of companions who have been captured, and there are many young beasts of other races that are being trafficked by humans. If you want to save them all, there is no bottom at all.

So gradually. He learned to be patient. Mentally increases the danger of humanity by several levels.

But he didn't just sit still, every time he passed by a forest, plain, or the like, he would spend a while going around to educate his companions about the dangers of human beings, in the hope of reducing the number of captured companions.

"How much does this orc cost?"

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, 100 gold coins per person is enough."

"Huh? Are you kidding? ”

Under a slave-buying platform, a man who buys is arguing with a slave trader.

"This kind of dog man is not a beautiful human slave girl, and he actually wants a hundred gold coins?"

"Pigs are counted according to the group, if you, the canine man, also give me a bunch of calculations, it will be about the same."

The slave trader laughed and said, "You don't know, sir. ”

He pulled a thin canine man and said, "This is not an ordinary canine man, but another branch of the canine man, the mastiff." ”

"Look at his blond hair and six-pack abs, he's not a pig man's idiot who only eats and sleeps. There will be a mastiff in a few litters of dogs, and the birth rate is very low and quite rare. However, they are very strong, and once they have identified their masters, they are absolutely loyal, and they work hard, and their comprehension is good, no worse than some young men. ”

As he spoke, the slave trader said with a bit of obscenity in his tone, "What's more, this group of mastiffs, but the appearance of the people, not only handsome, but also full of energy, in some aspects is particularly powerful, but favored by many noblewomen." ”

There was a hint of annoyance on the faces of the mastiffs who were pulled over, and the other mastiffs also grinned their teeth and roared, and a roar caused their long blond hair to fly away, and an overwhelming momentum rushed towards them, as if facing a fierce beast.

The buyer fell to the ground in fright, and the slave trader swallowed.

"Get out! Get out of here! ”

He pushed the thin mastiff man violently, and although his tone trembled, it turned to harshness later, and the whip "brushed" and struck, with a vicious expression.

The emaciated mastiff dodged a few lashes, and when the mastiffs around him were about to surround him, the slave trader's hatred stopped.

"Don't forget that you are now my slaves!"

"None of the stabbed slaves can escape, get out of here!"

The mastiff snorted coldly and stood back in the ranks of the other mastiffs.

The buyer silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a little incredulous, and said, "These slaves have always been like this? ”

The slave trader glared at them hatefully and said, "That's right, mastiffs are orcs with quite strong attack power. ”

"And extremely unruly. In order to get this shipment, we killed several brothers and seriously injured a magician. ”

"But in the end, these guys ended up in my hands."

He looked at the buyer and said, "How about it, how do you want it?" If you buy them all, I'll give you a 10% discount. ”

"No, no, no." The buyer shook his head hurriedly. He is just a manor purchaser, ready to choose some honest young and strong people, seeing that these mastiffs are still strong, so he is interested in asking.

If he buys such a group of unruly guys back, then don't make a fuss in the manor!

What's more, he looked at the group of mastiffs who showed their sharp canine teeth at him, had a fierce face, and became calm when the slave traders turned around, and his heart trembled. He had no doubt that once the mastiffs had a way to escape, they would definitely tear them to shreds.

However, the timid purchaser did not buy a mastiff, and the slave trader's words aroused the interest of another steward in the neighborhood.

"Huh? I said, how do you sell these mastiffs? ”

"One hundred gold coins per person!" As soon as the slave trader saw the clothes in charge, he knew that they were of the best material, and that the man's status was definitely not low, so he immediately flattered him.

"Hmm... It's a little more expensive..."

"There's no way around here, these are rare mastiffs, look at which one of them has mastiffs." The slave trader rubbed his hands together and said a little flatteringly.

The steward smiled, but didn't say anything, just looked up at the mastiffs, pointed to the one who was not the tallest, but the most imposing, and said, "That mastiff is also a hundred gold coins?" ”

The mastiff that the steward fancied, with golden hair and a shawl, slightly curled, and a face resolute and full of manly charm. *'s upper body shows some scars from battle, and it looks very robust and full of wildness.

The slave trader looked over and was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this steward was actually the most ferocious and powerful one among this group of mastiffs, and he couldn't help but say, "It's a hundred gold coins... But this mastiff is the head of this group of mastiffs... The character is the most perverse, you there..."

"It's okay." The butler laughed again, and said, "My master likes this." ”

Suddenly, a meaningful look was exchanged between the slave trader and the butler.

"Well, this slave..."

"Wait!"

Speaking in the distance, a woman with bandages wrapped all over her body, led a young man to the slave trader, shook out a money bag, pointed at the mastiff, and said, "This is a hundred gold coins, he... I want it. ”

After a round in the slave market, Sigmar finally saw the spirit of Thor, the wild mastiff.

The butler frowned slightly, and several attendants behind him immediately stepped forward, and one of them shouted, "Who are you?" ”

"This mastiff is the first thing our Lowell family has taken a fancy to!"

They saw that Ash was no more than a little female swordsman, and she also brought a half-grown teenager, guessing that her strength was definitely not strong, and she was arrogant at the moment.

The steward also snorted, although he didn't care if he had to be this mastiff, but the ash was categorical, and he wanted to fix the mastiff's tone, which made the steward feel very uncomfortable. Although he is only a small steward of the Rowell family who is responsible for procurement, he has a lot of power over external procurement, and his power is not small.

A group of people looked down on Ash, because whether it was a family warrior or a mercenary belonging to a mercenary group, they would wear the badge that belonged to their family and mercenary group, but Ash had nothing on him, and he was naturally considered a wandering samurai.

This kind of wandering samurai, like wandering mercenaries, has no backstage. There may be some powerful characters born occasionally, but more of them have no inheritance or formal education, and they are all paper tigers that can be broken at the first poke.

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