Obviously, these slaves who were locked in the wooden cage were not as numb as the group of people they had seen on the road before, looking at the few remaining mercenaries rushing towards them, a few slaves close to the wooden railing instinctively burst out with great strength, and grabbed the blade of the mercenary's stab, no matter how hard the mercenary who was ready to kill and kill the mouth, the blade could not enter a single bit, and the palm that grabbed the blade was dripping blood. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ah, I muttered that there is a south! (Hurry up and help!) There was an old man with gray hair in the group of slaves who suddenly yelled at the people who were constantly retreating, and those slaves who still had a trace of fear in their eyes suddenly seemed to have gained divine power, and rushed towards the mercenary whose right arm was locked, some slaves directly hit the mercenary with their fists in the face, and some female slaves bit the mercenary's bare arm with their teeth, and the blood stains were all over the arm holding the stabbing sword, and the pain finally made the mercenary give up the stabbing sword in his hand.

The mercenary took a few steps back angrily, ready to take out a musket from his waist, a pair of white hands had appeared on his neck, and the sound of "click" came, and the mercenary fell down unwillingly, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was no longer alive.

Murong Tao bent down and groped around with several corpses, and soon found a bunch of keys, "Damn, why do you go out with so many keys?" ”

Helpless, I can only try to pick the lock one by one.

The slave who had previously grabbed the blade of the stabbing sword with his palm was now holding the hilt of the sword, his eyes were full of vigilance, looking at Murong Tao, but no one took the initiative to harass Murong Tao, because they were all sure that Murong Tao was planning to open the wooden cage.

After changing several keys, he couldn't open them, and Murong Tao's forehead was covered with fine sweat, which was much more troublesome than killing.

Some of the slaves couldn't control their excitement anymore, and their hands clung to the calf-thick wooden railing, shaking vigorously, which brought more trouble to Murong Tao's unlocking.

"Basta (stop)! Basta (Stop)! Todo is afraid of spicy (all stop)! The old man suddenly shouted at the slaves again, although he didn't know what they were talking about, but the slaves instantly quieted down, and gathered around the old man one by one, trying to vacate a certain area as much as possible, and none of the slaves dared to be too "intimate" with the old man.

It seems that this old man is a person with a very high status in this group of slaves, is it a sacrifice? Or maybe it's an imam or something.

This is already the last key, if the key can't be opened, damn it, Murong Tao directly threw the key in his hand aside, grabbed the musket in the mercenary's hand, and the slaves who surrounded the old man immediately stood up vigilantly, as if to prevent Murong Tao from making any disrespectful actions to the old man.

Murong Tao ignored these barbarians, he couldn't communicate anyway, so it was better for you to pose and I would smash the locks!

Turn the musket in your hand upside down, grab the barrel, and hit the lock hard with the handle of the gun, which damn locksmith made this damn lock? Don't let Lao Tzu know, or I'll smash you to death with a brick! This is the only thing Murong Tao wants to do in his mind right now.

Just when Murong Tao was still banging on the lock, the slave who was still dripping blood on his palm tried his best to pick up the key ring that Murong Tao threw aside, and a miracle appeared, the key was in the hands of the slave as if he had been given some mission, I saw that he casually found a key, inserted it into the lock hole, and actually turned it.

At this time, it is estimated that 10 million dead crows flew overhead, and their mouths kept repeating "Fool... Fool... Fool...", right?

Damn, who knew the lock here was actually open to the left? As a modern person, the lock should be screwed to the right!

Although he saved a group of slaves, he was mercilessly despised by the other party, and his eyes flew over one by one, and Murong Tao wanted to cry.

Fortunately, the old man walked in front of Murong Tao, suddenly knelt down, muttering something to himself, and although the rest of the slaves were a little reluctant, they had to kneel on the ground with the old man, as if they were praying, as if they were doing some ritual.

Murong Tao helped the old man up, then tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt, and grabbed the man whose palm was still bleeding, regardless of the other party's willingness or reluctance, and directly bandaged his injuries. Of course, before bandaging, he took out some herbs from a small bag, put them in his mouth and chewed vigorously, then spit in the palm of his hand, and spread the pasty herbs on the wound in the man's palm, and then bandaged it with strips of cloth.

This herb has the function of stopping bleeding, and it is also the result of the old master asking him to familiarize himself with the illustrated version of the grass compendium, this herb is very common, but it is generally mashed with utensils, he did not expect that it would be such a sour feeling to replace it with his mouth, and the whole jaw is a little numb.

"Nigrasnossaly, no! (Thank you for saving us!) The old man kept shouting this sentence in his mouth, and seeing that Murong Tao was at a loss, he changed several languages, but he still couldn't communicate.

"Euler! Euler! (Hello!) Hello! Finally, the old man stretched out his hand and said this.

Although Murong Tao was confused about the old man's words, he still understood this Euler, he used to play world-wide online games, and often tore with those players from all over the world, although at that time he could only speak English and Chinese, but with the tens of thousands of Chinese people, not repeating the national scolding level without dirty words, those foreigners are really very poor. Of course, he doesn't exactly scold people in the game, and he will also make some peace-loving people, and he remembers that his first friend was from Brazil, and the first thing he said was Euler. That's what you mean by hello.

"Ora!" Murong Tao also stretched out his right hand, and he could finally communicate normally, although there was only one sentence.

At this time, a dialog box appeared in front of Murong Tao and the old man.

"The system searched for the language and determined it to be Spanish."

"Want to answer in Spanish? Within 24 hours from now, you can purchase the 'Spanish Express' on the first page of the system shop for only 15 XP! ”

This clearly shows that the total number of people in their experience pool is priced according to the total, and it is really a profiteer.

However, now that the situation is forced, I can only exchange it first, and then find a way to upgrade my experience later.

In the dialog box, the word mall that was indexed, and soon a new window appeared, saying that it was the first page, but there were only four options on the first page.

They are "Spanish Express", "Spanish Simultaneous Translation", "Spanish Ports", and "Spanish Conquistador".

Except for the only one that can be redeemed by oneself, the rest of the exchange experience is astronomical for the current self.

Without thinking much about it, I first exchanged the "quick" and soon the "quick" disappeared and was replaced by two "sold out".

"The system is updating resources, the estimated time is 20 seconds!"

"Good smell (young man)?" The old man broke free of Murong Tao's hand, and seeing that Murong Tao was a little distracted, he took a few steps closer and asked softly.

Smells? Even if I exude the unique fragrance of a virgin, you old cultivator can't so blatantly lean on my face and openly molest me, right? Murong Tao saw that two words appeared in the dialog box, and he wanted to push the old man away a little unnaturally, but soon the following Chinese translation finally searched out, and it turned out that people called themselves young people, probably because he had been in a daze for too long just now.

This function is a bit of a chicken rib.,The speed is not as good as the sound translation.,Sure enough, it's a price for an item.。

At this time, a dialog box popped up again, this form of dialog box is no longer unfamiliar to Murong Tao, this is a dialog box for random tasks, if he hadn't run here to solve these red dots scattered around, he would not have met these people, and naturally there would be no related tasks.

"Random quest with two stars of difficulty to bring these slaves from the New World to safety."

"The task time limit is 24 hours, and the reward for completing the task is 100 experience, and the task expires or the imam dies and the mission fails."

100 experience? Click on the mall again, isn't that simultaneous translation just 100 experience?

Murong Tao looked at the old man again, this person is indeed the most respected person in this group of slaves, as long as this old guy does not die, does it mean that the life or death of other people has nothing to do with the task? Then just protect him alone.

The old man said another sentence, and the system completely included it, but the quick achievement was to translate and reorganize the words one by one, guess the meaning of the content, and sure enough.

"We are from the far western continent, we are Aztecs, our people have been scattered and transported to multiple cities, I hope you can help rescue those people." The old man became excited when he said the back, and grabbed Murong Tao's hand tightly and pleaded.

Murong Tao rubbed over the corpses of the ten mercenaries for a long time, and obtained a total of two muskets, 4 short bows, 6 hand crossbows, several bows and arrows, and 10 stabbing swords.

Spreading the spoils of the battlefield in front of the slaves, he snorted at the slave with a wounded palm and kicked a stabbing sword with his foot. The man bent down, grabbed a sword in his palm, and then shouted something to his companions behind him, and then the men bent down one after another, picked up their own weapons, and some shirtless slaves, and walked to the corpses, took off the clothes from the corpses, and put them on, of course, did not forget to bring back a loose dress for their imam.

Murong Tao opened the sketch, the red dots on this side had disappeared, the closest one from his side, the number of red dots was twice as many as just now, it seemed that those people were also staying there to take care of their prey.