They had seen so much of the other slaves that they had seen the other slaves transport supplies, and even if the little boy was beaten to death, it would not affect their empty gaze.

The screams grew weaker and weaker, and finally stopped abruptly, and it was clear that the little boy had no strength to speak.

"Cut, this little thing really doesn't need to be beaten." The Overseer gasped, his fat pig-like body in stark contrast to the thin little boy on the ground, which made one have to sigh at the sadness of this world.

Even though the little boy was no longer able to speak, the fat pig supervisor obviously did not intend to let him go, and the whip continued to fall towards the little boy.

Caspar pinched the basket strap on his shoulders with both hands, his heart was full of anger, the other party was just a child, was it necessary to fight to death just to steal some supplies? Unfortunately, Casper himself could not be saved, and if he dared to stand up for the little boy, the whip would fall on him until he was also killed.

Everyone has blood, but the difference is whether they dare to express it, obviously Casper doesn't dare, for the first time he longs to have the power to vent blood.

"Master, I can't stand it anymore."

A young woman raised her staff, and several spiked thorns suddenly grew from the ground, wrapping around the overseer.

"Ah......h

The screams of killing pigs sounded, and the overseer's fat body was strangled with blood marks by the thorns, and the toxins on the thorns invaded his body, and the severe pain made his feces and urine flow out.

"It's disgusting!"

The young woman couldn't help but take a few steps back, away from the foul-smelling Overseer.

"Uncle...... Save...... I! The Overseer stretched out his arm towards the Crescent Lord, spitting out the words with difficulty.

"Angelia! What does it mean that your apprentice is attacking my nephew? The Crescent Lord held back his anger and said.

The other party is a foreign aid he invited, and he has a very deep background, which is not something that a small oasis lord like him can offend, but this does not mean that the crescent lord can swallow this evil breath.

"Crescent Lord, I'm really sorry, my apprentice has just come out of the monastery, and he hasn't experienced this kind of thing, so he will inevitably behave a little extremely." Angelia said expressionlessly, and her tone did not mean to apologize at all, if it weren't for the fact that there was a rule in the monastery that she couldn't take care of slaves, she might have taken action herself.

"I'm sorry and that's it? Although our Crescent Oasis is not as strong as yours, it is not easy to bully. The crescent moon lord said angrily, and his already bad mood completely fell to the bottom this time.

"That's good, we don't want the reward for this mission, it's all for your nephew's medical expenses, but you have to give us the little boy's slave contract."

The crescent lord opened his mouth, afraid that Angelia would regret it, so he immediately agreed to the other party, a small slave and a reward of up to two thousand gold coins, of course the crescent lord chose gold coins, as for his fat pig nephew, how can there be gold coins to matter.

"Annie, you take care of the people you saved yourself."

Angelia looked at her apprentice as if she had seen her when she was younger, hoping that the damn world would not change Anne's kind heart.

"Master, thank you." Anne said with some embarrassment.

Because of her impulsiveness, the reward for this mission was lost, which made Anne inevitably blame herself in her heart, but she looked at the little boy covered in blood on the ground, and felt that it was very worth it, how could gold coins be important to live life.

"This child, when you really understand the dark side of this world, can you still maintain such a pure heart?" Angelia thought to herself.

Anne doesn't know that there are thousands of slaves like the little boy in this world, she can save the one in front of her, but can she save all the slaves? Even when she rescued the little boy, there were many smaller slaves elsewhere who were dying.

"The man of the scales of life! Is it all like this? ”

Casper glanced at Anne, who was treating the little boy, and on her chest was a badge made of the Tree of Life and the Scales. Casper had heard about the Life Scales from older slaves, and some stories about them had been circulating on the continent.

The Balance of Life is the largest organization in the Great Sand of Death, mainly composed of followers of the Goddess of Life, druids, warrior monks, shamans and other natural professionals, who are committed to restoring the Great Sand of Death to its original state, while also guarding the oasis area of the Great Sand Sea of Death from the fierce demonic beasts in the depths.

Angelia and Anne are missionaries stationed in the Crescent Oasis, whose main job is to preach the teachings of the Goddess of Life and oversee the central area of the Great Sand Sea of Death.

Of course, the Crescent Lord's actions could not hide from them, and in order to improve the strength of his team, the Crescent Lord hired Angelia at a high price to provide services for their team to heal their injuries.

"Look at what! Get to work, or be careful I'll whip you." Another overseer shouted viciously at Casper, who was still standing, causing Casper to put away his budding heart and walk forward step by step with supplies on his back.

At this time, a wizard wearing a black robe suddenly appeared beside the Crescent Lord and nodded slightly at him.

"My lord, are you done?" The Crescent Moon Lord laughed.

Angelia, who was not far away, looked at the crescent lord with a flattering face, and couldn't help frowning, the identity of the wizard must be extraordinary, otherwise the lord who ruled the entire oasis would not be so out of shape.

The wizard raised his hands from his robes, revealing the black scorpion tattoo on the back of his hand, and then shouted, "Praise be to my lord, king of poison." ”

"A believer in the god of poison? Yes, the scorpion's followers are not uncommon in the deserts. Angelia said suddenly, but her heart was highly vigilant.

The god of poison belongs to the gods of order and evil, and his followers are not good men and women, but a group of people who are keen to spread evil.

The wizard also had a short staff and a black book hanging from his waist, and a sharp-eyed Angelia discovered that the book was suddenly a human skin book, made from the scalp of a person in agony and capable of unleashing a gruesome wraith attack.

"Crescent Lord, I will say that most of the priests of the Temple of Life are virgin, and as long as they are provoked by a little trick, they can be exempted from high remuneration by relying on small slaves." The wizard chuckled softly.

The Temple of Poison and the Temple of Life are extremely incompatible, and they can cause trouble for each other's priests, and wizards who are followers of the God of Poison will certainly not miss this opportunity.