Not only did these desolate people kill the beast tribe that took them in and take over the town on the edge of the desert, but they also had the ingenuity to save some of the victims, who described it as the safest place to rest before exploring the desert.

After coming and going, this small town on the edge of the desert has become extremely popular.

Then it's harvest season, and they'll sort out these thrill-seekers into categories: rich but not easy to start, not rich but easy to start, beautiful, strong, no sequelae, and sequelae.

From the moment you enter the town, every outsider will be evaluated by them all the time, everyone you meet has a different purpose, the child who falls in front of you with a ball may just be to peek at whether there are some distinctive marks on your ankles, and the men who lift you up under the pretext of a tribal welcome ceremony may only care about your weight, so as to determine whether you are some special change of profession.

But when the day of harvest comes, you may only see a cold light flashing before your eyes, and in the sound of blood spurting from your throat, you will be picked up before you are cold, or when a kind girl sends home an old lady with inconvenient legs, a few smiling strong men with ropes will suddenly flash out behind the door.

This time, their slave hunting team took over the assigned task list, and a noble son who escaped was paid with his entire net worth and appointed the sand wolf slave hunting team to capture these beasts that fractured his brother alive.

Morey has also personally gone to the underground wooden cage to see those wastelands, those who are the same as ordinary people, but Morey can detect the madness hidden under their bodies with his keen perception, even if he does not have such a powerful perception as Morey, those who have a little insight can see that they are not ordinary when they see the cold light that sweeps their necks from time to time, and only a silly girl like Illina will think that those people are ordinary wastelands.

Morey was also depressed for a while, thinking that the largest building in Taya City could provide him with considerable resources, but he didn't expect to waste so much time in vain.

If Morey hadn't finally found a hundred half-elven ranger slaves in iron chains at the innermost end of the underground hall, he would have been a loss-making business here.

"I heard you wanted to see me?" Looking at the half-elf ranger leader who knelt down in front of him, Morey asked curiously.

The elven blood in the body of the half-elf in front of him was already very thin, if it weren't for the fact that his ears were slightly pointed compared to normal people, no one would really be able to believe that this burly guy was a half-elf.

"Yes, Honorable Lord Morey!" Although the heavy shackles on Gillym's body had been removed, there was still something unnatural between his hands and feet, and it was evident that he had been tortured a lot during his days of captivity.

"Thank you for your kindness in saving us from that despicable slave catcher! So I and my men are willing to work for you until we redeem our freedom! ”

"Hehe, you were saved by us! According to the rules of Arthur's continent, you are our property, and you should serve us! Balta almost laughed, how these Dongwei people are "simple" one by one.

"Yes, my lord! Naturally, you can enslave us, and we have to work for you in order to survive! Speaking of this, Gillim turned to face Morey again and cast a sincere look on him: "But Lord Morey, if you are willing to let us redeem our freedom with our hard work, then you will get the true effectiveness of an elite half-elf ranger army that was once one of ten!" Rest assured, we're more than just fighting! Let us work for you, you get more! ”

"Tell me what you think!" Hearing this, Morey was interested, a hundred so-called elite half-elf ranger troops were nothing to him who now had heavy troops, he was only curious why this half-elf would say this in a philistine tone, didn't it mean that they were closer to the elves?

Gillie secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Morey finally nod in agreement. At the same time, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if it weren't for the fact that he once dreamed of becoming a big businessman with access to the world when he was young, and for this reason, he pestered a dwarf merchant to study for several years, although he lost a lot of money in business, how to persuade a stranger to still catch the trick.

"We were captured by them to cover the retreat of our people, if you are willing to accept our request, we are willing to send someone to contact the people who fled into the mountains and forests to serve you and your subordinates!" Gillie is really extraordinary, and his mouth cuts to the point where Morey is most concerned now.

"Oh, how many of your people are there? Where are they all now? ”

Under the affectionate narration of Gillym, Morey slowly learns the history of a half-elf city from its prosperity to decline.

At one time, near the frontier province of the Eastern Principality, there was a half-elf city called Baier City, which had a population of 80,000 at its peak at the height of its prosperity.

Unlike other weak half-elf cities, Baier City, with a population of only 80,000, can form 20,000 half-elf warriors who can fight well once the war is mobilized in an instant.

Although it is far from the strong physical fitness of the elves, the four-to-one recruitment ratio has left the human race far behind.

You must know that even if it is a small overlord in a kingdom like the Holy Spear Kingdom, there are only 100,000 soldiers on the register, and this small half-elf city is worth one-fifth of the military strength of a kingdom.

At that time, the half-elves of Baier City went to the Dongwei Kingdom, and they all enjoyed a kind of super-national treatment, who called the Dongwei people's army was only 40,000, and they were scattered all over the place? In the face of the oppression of the Holy Lance army, sometimes they have to borrow troops from the city of Baier.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and although the prosperous Baier City attracted a lot of half-elves to come here, which further promoted the development of Baier City, the original half-elves and the new half-elf immigrants inevitably had contradictions. The conflict between the two became more and more intense, and in the end, the old lord was assassinated, and the half-elves who were loyal to him or sympathetic to him were all expelled from the city by their successors, and the leader of the new immigrants who occupied the city did not please him, and it is said that he angered the people at a grand festival and was torn alive by the angry half-elf warriors.

Without a leader, the city of Baier quickly weakened, and within a few years it was annexed by the Dongwei Kingdom and incorporated into the administrative sector.

Today, the once famous Baier City has become a legend, and the younger generation of the Dongwei Kingdom has long regarded those half-elves living in the mountains and forests as uncivilized barbarians, who still remember those half-elf ranger troops who once dominated one side.