The carriage traveled up the muddy mountain road, and the muscular coachman struggled to control the direction and avoid falling into the abyss on the side of the road.

The wooden rear carriage kept jolting, and two ragged slaves were lying in the carriage with their hands tied, shaking, and even their eyes were covered with black cloth.

Judging by the size of the slave, it is clear that they are small children of up to ten years old. As for the slave owners who were going to sell them, they sat next to the coachmen.

"How far is it ......?"

The bald old man with his eyes closed, opened his shriveled mouth and made a hoarse and ugly sound.

The coachman glanced at him, then at the bumpy road ahead, and exclaimed, "It's almost there." ”

He was an ordinary man from the slums of Flamewind City, and since he owned two horses and a broken carriage, he was already considered a "rich" among the residents of that area.

All along, the coachmen had a hostile attitude towards these slave traders who sold the Flame Wind children to other places. However, in order to make money to support his family, he had no other way but to succumb to money and became this person's "bodyguard".

Looking at the frail old man beside him, who seemed to be dying at any time, the coachman asked angrily, "Are those two children from your family?" ”

"Of course...... No. The old man smirked: "I'm just a businessman, and I'm doing a small business. ”

Hearing the other party's shameless confession, the coachman resisted the urge to throw the other party off the cliff and asked in a low voice, "You have always made money from this?" ”

"No, only occasionally." The old man replied tremblingly: "Recently, the fields have been sluggish, and I have to eat, so that's the only way." ”

- This guy doesn't seem to be a repeat offender......

Realizing that the other party seemed to be forced to do so, the coachman dismissed the idea of throwing the old man off the cliff and glanced back at the carriage: "Don't do this kind of thing next time." ”

"I ...... It's a last resort. The old man whispered.

Behind the carriage was not so much a carriage as a broken square nailed by four planks and two wheels. The carriage used to pull goods on weekdays is carrying two young "goods" today.

What would it be like to be sold to Warscar......

The coachman thought wildly, and continued to steer the carriage up the high slope.

As we approached the war-scarred plateau, the air was thinning, and for first-time visitors, symptoms of altitude sickness were about to appear.

The coachman glanced at the old man, and found that the other party's expression was still the same, and he asked, "Old man, can you do it?" ”

"My body is very strong." The old man coughed violently as he spoke.

"Just don't die, you haven't paid yet." The coachman avoided the slave traders' gaze in disgust.

Both of the old man's eyes seemed to be prosthetic, and he looked so unusually uninsightful that one wondered how he could act on his own. But in this way, the two little slaves might be able to escape on their own......

Thinking of this, an imperceptible smile appeared on the coachman's rough face.

After a difficult trek, the road ahead finally widened, and looking at the blue flags hanging on the side of the road, and the sheep grazing slowly on the grass not far away, the coachman reminded: "It's almost there." ”

"Hmm." The blind old man nodded.

"Now that Warscar City is under strict inspection, neither I nor the carriage can enter the city. You'll take those two children with you later...... Slaves go in. The coachman reminded: "At this time, the only ones who can enter the city are the damned slave traders." ”

"Well, thanks...... You. ”

The old man said with difficulty, took out a few silver coins from the cloth bag hanging from his waist, and handed them to the coachman.

Then, with the help of the coachman, he found the rear compartment, grabbed the rope that tied the two little slaves, and said viciously: "It's time to go!" ”

"Uh-huh......"

The two little slaves, who were also blindfolded, were rudely dragged out of the car by the old man. Looking at the two children who fell to the ground, the coachman frowned and was about to speak, but the old man spoke first:

"Could you please remove the cloth from both of their eyes?"

The coachman bent down in silence and tore off the black cloth that covered the eyes of the two slaves.

The two dirty children, who seemed to be a man and a woman, may not have realized the seriousness of the matter, and their expressions were more curious than they should have feared.

Looking at the innocent appearance of the two children, the coachman let out a long sigh again. Not intending to help the slave trader any longer, he left in his carriage along the same road from which he had come.

"Here it is...... Warscar Plateau! ”

The little boy standing on the left, looking up at the extraordinarily blue sky, his little face stained with black and gray was full of anticipation: "It's my first time here!" ”

"We're not here to travel." The long-haired girl next to her reminded in a whisper.

While the two children were still talking, the old man jerked the rope that bound their hands, and the force was so strong that they almost fell.

"From now on, forget who you used to be. You are now the slaves I want to sell. The old man snapped.

"Yes." "Yes." The two children hurriedly nodded.

"I'm ready to go in, I can't see anything, you can show me the way."

Hearing the old man's order, the two children also obediently walked in front, slowly walking into the vast prairie along the road.

In the distance, you can see tents with steeples, and several shepherds on horseback, watching over the grazing sheep. It looks peaceful and peaceful, and it doesn't look like a murderous "war city" at all.

However, even though the two children were from the slums, they had heard of the horrors of Warscar.

It is said that the most capable of fighting on this continent is the terrifying War Scar Army. These nomads are extremely ferocious in battle, and their combat power is not only that of soldiers and all kinds of large weapons, but also the mounts of soldiers.

According to historical records, the war-scarred wolf cavalry once swept half of the continent, and if it weren't for the joint efforts of several lords in the end, these murderous warriors would probably have conquered the world!

The three of them walked slowly along the road, and the two children who stepped on the plateau for the first time watched the scenery around them curiously. If it weren't for the fact that their hands were still tied, Shu Xiao and Shu Yao might have been lying on the grass.

"Hurry up, take me to the guards." The old man whispered, "Don't go the wrong way, I can still feel whether you are stepping on the road or the grass......"

"Anyway, there's no hurry, let's play here for a while, right?" Shu Xiao gazed expectantly at the flock of sheep in the distance.

"Flamewind is in danger." The old man's tone was very serious: "Intelligence is crucial, if we are a little late, we may cause hundreds of soldiers to die." ”

"Dead is dead?" Shu Xiao said nonchalantly: "Anyway, they didn't care about us." ”

"Say no more!" The younger sister glared at him, turned to the old man and said, "I'm sorry, my brother doesn't speak very well......"

However, even after hearing Shu Xiao's complaint, the old man did not mean to blame, but nodded slowly:

"The new lord was indeed a waste of wood before."

I didn't expect the old man to say such a thing, and the two children's eyes widened in surprise: "Huh? ”

"But now he's very capable, and he's not the bastard he used to be. You two should be able to tell, right? ”

"Uh, probably, right?" Shu Xiao wanted to lift his bound hands, but in the end he failed.

The brother and sister, who were not yet young, did not know what the lord of their age had done. However, even they could see that the lord was indeed working hard these days, and he was often very busy.

"Can he change the ghetto?" Shu Yao lowered her head and looked at her worn feet: "Can everyone in the slum live a good life?" ”

"He's already changing the ghetto." The old man smiled slightly.

Whether it was the development of the slums or the decisiveness in dealing with the "Sand King", the lord showed an ability that did not match his age. Of course, the old man, who is the head of the intelligence agency and the "barbarian", is also very aware of the other identity of the "young master".

"He promised......" the old man muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Shu Yao blinked.

"It's okay, let's go." The old man closed his eyes: "There are wild wolves on the grassland, if you want to survive, you have to rush to Warscar City before dark." ”

Guided by two children, the elderly "slave traders" made their way along the road. It's a pity that there is only darkness in front of him, and all the beautiful scenery is in full view of the two "slaves".

The breeze stroked through the grassland, as if bringing up green waves, and the white sheep paced lazily on the grassland, these animals that had long been domesticated had lost their original wildness.

The tents with spires and domes were fixed to the grassland, and judging from the size of the tents and the debris piled up outside, these seemingly simple tents were the dwellings of the war scars.

Whether it is a herdsman or a passerby, the skin is much redder than that of Flamewind City. The inhabitants of this area looked much stronger than the inhabitants of Flamewind, all of them tall and clothed in thick animal skins.

"Wow......"

Seeing a woman passing by, Shu Xiao's mouth opened wide in surprise. Shu Yao also showed a surprised expression: "What is that?" ”

Noticing the surprised looks of the two children, the woman turned her head, blinked her beautiful brown eyes, and said something with a smile, but the language of Warscar City was completely incomprehensible to the two children.

“%￥#。” The old man replied.

It wasn't until the other party walked away that the two children asked curiously, "What did she just say?" ”

"She said you two could sell it for a good price." The old man's answer was very straightforward.

"Cut, I thought she was a good person." Shu Xiao bared her teeth: "What's the matter with her ears and tail?" ”

The woman who passed by just now was also wrapped in thick fur, with a fluffy white tail growing from her back, and animal ears on her head, which were also white.

The two children, who had never been out of Flamewind City before, were the first time they had seen such people. Hearing their doubtful voices, the old man explained in a whisper:

"That's the unique race of Warscar, the 'Beasts'."

"Is that the beast-eared girl?" Shu Xiao grinned: "This can be had!" ”

"Brother, you're disgusting." Shu Yao kicked him.

Although Shu Xiao looked expectant, the old man's expression was still serious: "The beasts are not 'beast-eared girls', there are both men and women, and they are not 'pets', but the most dangerous group of monsters in Warscar City. ”

"How can it be dangerous? How cute the big sister was just now! Shu Xiao's eyes were about to glow, and Shu Yao next to him gave him a slap in the face.

"Cute?"

Hearing this adjective, the old man couldn't help but laugh: "That's not a 'cute' thing at all, you'll soon find out." ”

As the tents of all kinds became denser, the number of pedestrians and soldiers on the roadside increased.

The combination of one old and two young soon arrived at the gap surrounded by the stone wall, and a dozen soldiers with an average height of two meters, looking down at the three "dwarves", asked in the language of Warscar City: "Where are you going?" ”

The two children still couldn't understand a word. The old man spoke fluently in the scars of war, and it didn't sound like he was from out of town at all:

"I'm a slave trader and brought two goods from Flamewind City, please let me in."

"Oh oh, go inside, you need a little slave here." A bearded soldier standing in front of him smiled with satisfaction.

After a search, it was determined that they were not hiding dangerous goods, and the trio quickly obtained permission to enter Warscar. In the eyes of the guards guarding the gate, an old man who looked like he was about to go to the ground, and the combination of two small slaves, could not pose any threat at all.

"It's as simple as that, they'll regret it!" Shu Xiao said with great interest.

But he also quickly realized that his poor "combat effectiveness" was indeed of no use in Warscar City:

The so-called Scar City is actually a huge meadow with a large number of tents in it. The streets, which were divided by tents, were full of big men who were two meters tall and whose arm muscles were thicker than the waists of two children.

Cows, sheep, wolves, bears...... All kinds of animals walked on the side of the road, mingling in the crowd, as if they were completely tamed.

Looking at the various patterns on the tents, the two children seemed to have entered a new world, and their eyes were almost straight.

Just as they were experiencing the "exotic atmosphere", behind a red tent, an angry beast roar sounded.

"Whew!"

Hearing that frightening sound, the two children were frightened and hurriedly took the old man to hide behind the tent.

Then, they saw an astonishing picture:

A "man" covered with snow-white fur rushed out from behind the red tent, the guy's body was unusually strong, but on the human body, there was a wolf's head, and his red eyes were constantly looking around.

"Yes...... White-haired werewolf! Shu Yao, who had seen it in the books in the young master's room, let out a surprised voice: "Isn't it true that werewolves can only transform on the night of the full moon?" Why are you here? ”

"As I said, these 'beasts' are weapons in Warscarred City."

The old man whispered in the Flame Wind language, "Only by finding a way to deal with them will the Flame Wind Army have a chance of winning. Otherwise, we won't want to attack it for the rest of our lives. ”

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