"Get out of the car for me, you shit! Do you hear that? Hurry up! A voice shouted loudly outside the car. Dineen couldn't help but frown—it was a human voice.

The young man turned his head and looked at him worriedly: "Can you go?" ”

Dineen tried to push harder, then nodded. The injuries on my legs are much lighter than those on my body, and I still have no problem moving on my own. He was last in line and got out of the car.

Waiting for them outside the car was a man with an axe, and when he saw Dinen get out of the car, his gloomy face immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Hey, you guys really got up?" He looked the pale Dining up and down, shook his head and sighed, "But this look, it doesn't seem to be selling for a good price." ”

"Where are you going to take these people?" Dineen asked in a non-hesitant tone, "Human trafficking is a felony. ”

There are all humans in front of you, left and right, and you can't see any other races. Apparently not the work of the tribe. In this way, the difficulty of escaping is obviously reduced. But Dineh's mood wasn't much better. Thinking that he and his comrades-in-arms fought bloodily on the front line, swearing to defend the interests of the alliance to the death, only to be stabbed in the back by the scum when he turned his head, he still preferred to fall into the hands of the enemy himself.

"Human trafficking? Ha! The man with the axe laughed dismissively, "Of course we don't sell people, but who cares what happens to a criminal?" ”

"I'm not a criminal." Dineh said coldly.

"Who cares if you're or not!" The escort scoffed, and he said viciously, "As long as those noble lords speak, then you have to be." Got it, kid! ”

Dineh replied to him with two words expressionlessly: "Scum." ”

"You ......" The furious escort picked up the axe and tried to threaten him, but he met his eyes coldly, and the words that could not be said were stuck in his throat, and the whole person froze in place on the spot.

The dark golden pupils were utterly gloomy and violent, like a beast hidden beneath the ice grinding its teeth and claws, and the next moment it would pounce on it and tear itself apart. Obviously, it was difficult to even stand up straight, and his hands were tied, but he couldn't stop the sense of danger that death was approaching, and he was drenched in cold sweat almost instantly. Suddenly, the escort had the illusion that what was standing in front of him was not a person of the same kind, but the embodiment of fear that only appears in nightmares.

Then, the corners of the other party's mouth were raised, revealing Bai Sensen's sharp teeth.

"Ahh

The escort let out a terrible howl, took a big step back, and almost fell to the ground, not even bothering to pick up the weapon in his hand when it fell to the ground.

The commotion here instantly attracted everyone's attention. The other two men ran over with weapons in their hands, looking at Dineh and them with unkind expressions. However, Dineen never moved a finger from beginning to end, and at this point he flattened the corners of his mouth to retract his momentum, and stood in place with a lazy attitude, all traces disappearing and invisible. Although the brown-haired young man closest to him was aware of it, his face was also very cooperative at this time. The other two people are as unclear as the others because of the angle.

No matter how much you looked at them, nothing unusual was seen in them, and one of them asked his companion warily, "What's going on?" What just happened? ”

Behind him, Dineh tilted his head and sneered slightly at the escort, who instantly turned pale and couldn't say anything for a long time, so he could only shake his head indiscriminately, making the two people who came behind confused.

"You're a coward, Duke." Away from the crowd, a tall, lanky man said in an arrogant voice, "Did he think the axe in his hand was made of wood?" ”

The leader of the slave traders, known as Duke, had an ugly face. He and his buyer inadvertently saw the whole thing happening. But because they were so far away, they only saw his men almost fall to the ground in fear with a single look at the "cargo". This made Duke feel a big loss of face. But in front of customers, he naturally can't blindly lose his temper to lower his evaluation of himself.

"You're right, Mistress Mather. That kid really didn't plant a bit. "But I hope you don't lose sight of another reason – that 'cargo' isn't what it used to be." You see, even when he's not in the best of form, he can make his opponents scared. Isn't this the kind of gladiator your master, the Venerable Viscount of Tarvin, wants to be? ”

"I don't think he's in a 'good condition.'" "And he looks rather unruly, and this kind of thorn is not a good lesson." If our leader accidentally kills him, the master's money will be wasted. ”

Duke immediately added: "It's not like there's no solution, because he's not alone. Look over there, the brown-haired guy is his partner, he's healthier, stronger, and much more docile than this one. You can use them to threaten each other, so that even the most unruly people will always compromise. ”

"Oh?" Maiser scrutinized the two men they were talking about, like looking at a stock listed for sale at the market, "If that's what you say, then why don't I just buy that one?" ”

"As far as I know, your master is in need of two gladiators who are in perfect harmony to deal with the duel with another viscount next month," Duke accurately captured the hint of hesitation, and he continued to persuade, "It's better to try two people who are already partners than to let two guys who don't know each other run into each other, right?" I assure you, this is one month long enough for the brunette to recover from his injuries. ”

Maiser still hesitated: "Are you sure that the two of them are stronger than the previous ones?" ”

"Of course, sir." Duke didn't hesitate to say, "The brown-haired one knocked down four of me, and the black-haired one was three of the ones he mutilated." He can strangle a wolf with his bare hands, I've seen it with my own eyes. ”

"Wait, they're not criminals?" Mercer asked warily.

"Don't worry, my lord, I won't ask for trouble." Duke immediately explained, "They are all strangers, and the brown-haired one has wounded the son of Viscount Test, and the lord wants these two blind fools to learn a lesson, and it is better never to show up in his domain." ”

"I see", Maiser's expression immediately relaxed: "Very good. I'm going to take these two men—but don't expect the wounded one to be the same price as the original, I'll only pay him half as much, twenty gold coins. ”

"Oh, sir. You've got to give me the money to pay for my medicine, right? Duke complained, "It took a lot of effort to get these two guys." How about I subtract ten gold coins from you, seventy gold coins for two people? ”

Maiser thought for a moment: "Twenty gold coins, and I want four more people and five wolves." ”

"Deal." Duke breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he swore by what he said, in fact he knew that half of these words were nonsense. Those two men are not companions. The dark-haired man he had picked up from the road had no effort, though he did strangle a wolf that wanted to bite him with his bare hands, even if he couldn't even open his eyes at the time. It was for this that Duke brought the dying guy into the car. Anyway, there is still room on the car, and if it dies, it won't be a loss to throw it out and feed the beasts. And it turned out that his choice was correct, and he earned twenty gold coins without spending money.

And the brown-haired one was Duke who was instructed to deliberately frame and attack him. He did it without any pressure, and not to mention how much a foreigner could do on his turf, and he didn't think much better about offending the local lord. Of course, this matter is also easy to solve, as long as the person who enters the gladiatorial arena does not want to come out alive.

After negotiating the price, Mercer turned to prepare the money, while Duke yelled at his men to pack up their business. They don't stop there.

Out of the corner of his eye, seeing the two separated, Dineen withdrew his attention with a smile on his face, no longer paying attention to the voice on the other side, but turned his head to look at his so-called "companion". The other party noticed his open scrutiny, and raised his eyebrows to inquire.

"Forty gold coins, I can't tell you're worth a lot, huh?"

The brown-haired young man looked laughing and crying. He shrugged his shoulders and quippedly retorted, "Okay, at least a little more than twenty gold coins." ”

Dineen was choked suddenly.

Twenty gold coins, this amount really made him speechless.

You know, in every crisis that Azeroth has encountered in the past ten years, Dinen has been involved. The Shattered Outlands, the Bitter Northrend, the Chaotic Cataclysm, the Peaceful Pandaria, the Savage Draenor, the Ancient Broken Isles...... At first, as an adventurer in various places to fight for the interests of the Alliance, he was already famous. And his performance during the cataclysm and on the continent of Pandaria is even more praised. After passing through the Dark Gate, by Varian, King of Stormwind? Wryn personally issued a decree appointing Dinen as the Alliance's Supreme Commander in the Draenor Theater of Operations, with the rank of Brigadier General. He was later promoted to the Broken Isles and was appointed lieutenant general by King Anduin.

- And now someone told him that you're only worth twenty gold coins?!

Although he knew what was wrong, Dineh couldn't help but feel depressed. He grinded his teeth, resisted the urge to knock out the brains of all the parties, and changed the subject: "Can you hear them clearly?" ”

The distance between the two men and them was twenty meters, and ordinary people could only hear a sound in a quiet and closed environment. But it doesn't qualify at all. In this case, you can hear their conversation clearly, which is enough to prove that this person's strength is not bad.

"I can hear a little." The young man happily admitted, "I don't know. ”

That's not bad for this age. Judging from his appearance, the other party was only about twenty, and Dineh himself failed to do this when he was about twenty - by the way, he is twenty-seven this year, and he is fully qualified to speak so old-fashioned.

"Why, then, do they think I'm a companion to you?" He asked directly. As soon as he woke up, he was illegally trafficked to the gladiatorial arena, and he somehow had a companion. Dinen just wanted to know what was going on.

The young man tilted his head and reminisced earnestly.

"Maybe they stopped me when they wanted to throw you out?" "By the way, I bandaged your wound once—well, that's all." ”

Dinen was silent for a moment.

“… Do we know each other? ”

"Nope." The other party replied in the affirmative.

"Then why help me?"

The young man blinked in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant: "Isn't it a good thing to save a life as much as you can?" Even the lives of strangers are the same. ”

"....... even if you don't know what kind of person I am?" Dineen couldn't control the consternation in his voice.

"It doesn't seem to have much to do with what I'm doing."

“……”

In despair, Dineen found that he had lost the ability to refute.

It's really TM great. He thought to himself. Sure enough, he is a kind and benevolent person who is hopeless, does not distinguish between right and wrong, never ruthless, and is estimated to not kill people, and has a mental age of about three years old. If the gang had thrown him out to feed the beasts, the cruel world would have run more reasonably. Or throw me out and feed the beasts, and I won't have to face this problem here.

But things don't always work my way—Dineen sighed in frustration—so he'd have to take out the idiot who had chosen the wrong job, and preferably wrapped in a blanket and stuffed into the hands of the pastor of a church in peace. As for whether he will become a saint or something else after that, that is not something that Dinin is willing to care about.

"In order to ensure peace in the days to come, I will not make any judgment on your ideas," he said patiently, "but at least we should get acquainted?" ”

Judging from the other party's expression, he definitely ignored the first half of the sentence. "I am, uh......" he moved his arm, and was embarrassed to find that he couldn't shake hands in this situation, "Well, I mean, you can call me Albert." ”

"Dinein." His new partner pretended not to see anything, and said with a blank face, "Dineh? Ellund. ”

Albert smiled brightly, "Nice to meet you, Dineen. ”

…… No, I'm not happy at all about escaping with a bear child.