Brienne and Fitandila split up and ran towards the spiral staircase on either side of the hall, leading to the second floor on one side and the third floor on the other, leaving Amannan Horton alone to silently return to the crowd.

To be honest, the King of the Tomb didn't understand what his lord was doing, in his opinion, this was obviously a thankless task, even if they didn't do it, this farce would always end, it was nothing more than a matter of time, and the top priority was to keep an eye on those three Chaos Believers, rather than making things more and more troublesome like now.

Second, the kid on the stage has nothing to do with them, and the so-called once-in-a-millennium magic talent can't be realized in a short time, which can be said to be of no help to the next plan, but may set up new enemies for no reason. Whether it's the dark elves of the Fallen Heart family or the vampires of Lamia, they are not good stubble, and this is still the territory of the other party.

And the third point, this is not an auction that can be solved by tens of thousands of silver shillings or tens of thousands of gold crowns, it is tens of thousands of dimensional stones!

Not to mention that the lord definitely doesn't have so many dimensional stones on his body that are enough to cause ordinary people to mutate, even if there is, spending such a sum of money that can feed an entire small knight order for a child who is less than ten years old, this kind of stupid thing should not be done by anyone except for the women upstairs who have lost their minds.

And even if there is, it shouldn't come from a greenskin's mouth.

Although Amanam Horton has already recognized the Lord, his knowledge of the stone is only limited to an ordinary orc boss, and he doesn't even know that he has evolved into a black orc, let alone other backgrounds and backgrounds.

Along the way, the fog that shrouded the stone not only did not dissipate at all, but became thicker, and the King of the Tomb even began to doubt his true identity.

Because whether it is words and deeds, or thoughts and deeds, this lord does not look like a greenskin, but is exactly the same as this human body, Amanam Horton believes that there is some kind of spell in this world that can turn greenskin into a human, but he definitely does not think that the soul can also change with it, which has to make him suspicious, so he ...... In fact, this Norscan woman is the true essence of the lord? So the orc was just some kind of trick?

In this way, everything makes sense, maybe she is like the Arabi woman, and suddenly her maternal instinct explodes, so she has to find a way to save the child on the stage!

The more Amannan Horton thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, and he felt relieved for no reason when he thought he had discovered the truth of the matter.

In any case, it is better to recognize a human as the master than the greenskin, although he has forced himself to accept this fact before, but for a proud tomb king, it is more uncomfortable to bow down to his subordinates than to kill him, but he must convince himself, because he wants to take revenge with his own hands, otherwise even if his soul is scattered and he falls into the abyss of the underworld forever, he will not bow down to a greenskin.

Well, now it turns out that the lord is also a human, although it is a woman...... No matter how much it is better than the green skin.

Regardless of Amannan Horton's inner activities, just a few minutes after the two mercenaries disappeared into the stairs, the child's playful bidding suddenly stopped.

The Dark Elves stopped the price call.

Just when the goblin auctioneer thought that this lengthy farce was finally coming to an end, and just when the audience in the hall thought that the victory and defeat had been decided, the voice on the second floor sounded again, only this time it was replaced by a female voice as crisp as a silver bell, from the female warrior with a cold face, and she was unusual, and directly added five hundred dimensional stones, so that the bid came to an astonishing thirty-eight thousand two hundred.

Before everyone could react, the smoke rose again, and Lady Aurora upstairs also changed her style, and added five hundred, just when everyone thought that the tug-of-war was about to start again, a completely unfamiliar male voice suddenly appeared in the hall.

Unlike the voices of several beautiful women, which were either charming or tactful or crisp, this voice was quick and hoarse, not at all good, but the message conveyed surprised everyone.

I saw him raise one hand and repeat what he had just said.

"Fifty thousand!"

The two words were like two thunderbolts, which attracted the attention of everyone upstairs and downstairs at once, and when many people recognized the costume on his body that belonged to the "Night Raven Catcher" of the "Ivey Collar" special legion, they immediately exploded.

Who the hell is this creature with a raven's mask? Dare to meddle in the bidding of several parliamentary bigwigs? And this dress, could it be that he is from the Empire?

However, in a place like the black market, appearance is the most unbelievable, more than half of the people present hide their true faces in various ways, as for the costume, even the Sigma Sect's battle priest uniform is worn, but no one will think that this is a devout Sigma believer.

Anyway, for the onlookers, the more unexpected things happen, the happier they are, today's auction is definitely not in vain, the last lot has not even been on the stage, there have been so many ups and downs of the plot, people from all walks of life have appeared on the stage, comparable to a well-choreographed stage play.

However, strictly speaking, Amanam Horton, who was in the center of the storm, was not a qualified actor, the face covered by the mask could not see the expression clearly, and the "stealth cloak" on his body also prevented some ill-intentioned people from probing, and he couldn't even judge what race it was, all in all, he looked unfathomable.

As the King of the Tomb, who once commanded thousands of armies, in the face of all kinds of scrutiny from all directions, he was not only not nervous, but unconsciously exuded the aura of a superior person, and continued to shout:

"Fifty thousand! I'll give 50,000! ”

The originally hoarse voice sounded like a golden iron horse at this time.

The lentils on the stage were not ambiguous at this time, and when he finally waited for the third party to intervene, he immediately came to his senses and quietly accelerated the speed of his speech.

"Does anyone else add it? Fifty thousand! For the first time! ”

Everyone in the hall looked up at the location of the dark elves on the second floor, but at some point, the curtain of the box had been lowered again, did this mean that they had withdrawn?

"Fifty thousand! Second! ”

The audience continued to raise their necks, and the vampire lady on the third floor was still there, but she was looking down with a smile on her face, and she didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to bid.

Did she give up too?

"The third time! Deal! Congratulations to this gentleman, you have obtained this "fruit" condensed by the wind of death, and a staff member will handle the follow-up transaction with you later. ”

As soon as the goblin auctioneer's excited voice fell, an angry wail faintly came from the third floor, needless to say, it was naturally some extremely depressed necromancer archmage.

But no one paid attention to him at this time, for Lentil continued:

"Please rest for a moment and wait for the last lot to appear, believe me, it will be a priceless treasure that you have never seen before, and you can't even think of!"