This group of hooligans, shouldn't they casually grab a popular product on the side of the road and ask for money under the guise of this?

Sighing that he was unlucky, the slave trader pretended to smile flatteringly: "Hehe, Lord Finca's goods must be boutiques." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info ten gold coins, what do you think? ”

An ordinary woman who sells for one gold coin.

Orc slaves are slightly more expensive, two gold coins. The slave trader offered ten gold, purely to take care of Finca face.

However, Finca snorted coldly, and his eyes stared at him like a poisonous snake, sending chills down the slave trader's spine.

Why, dogs have such a big appetite? Ten is too little, not counted?

Finca smiled weirdly and flipped the little girl on her tiptoes, face up.

Then, in the sound of the onlookers whistling, he felt out a dagger, the cold light flashed, the little girl's clothes slowly split in half, the snow-white silky smooth skin, violent. Exposed to the air.

A series of hot eyes were cast over, like licking. Licking and admiring the little girl's fair body.

The slave trader was disdainful, there were so many of them, what did Finca want to explain?

Undeveloped breasts and smooth and delicate skin can be a plus. However, no matter how many points you add, it will never exceed ten gold coins!

For more than ten years, the old man had sold 500 slaves, and he had a very tricky eye, if it weren't for Finca's face, two gold coins would be too much.

"Huh."

Finca made a gesture of silence, believing that the little girl would be of interest to the slave traders.

The right foot in the boot is raised...

Fall suddenly!

"Hmm!"

The unconscious little girl let out a painful snort, and the whole person hugged her abdomen, twisting into a ball. When she opened her eyes, the corpse-strewn valley was gone, and the smell of blood was gone.

The rest is a sneer. and the undisguised expression of the slave trader Chi Guoguo, as if looking at the commodity.

When she woke up, the little girl's face tightened, her hands clasped in front of her chest, like an agile leopard, bent over, fell on all fours, and let out an uneasy low roar in her throat.

Finca didn't care, and said meaningfully to the slave trader, "How is it?" How much is it worth? ”

The slave trader's eyes moved, and he muttered, "A hybrid of orcs and humans? In this case, the value is even higher. ”

Orcs are known to be wild, and many corrupt nobles are better off this bite, and they are happy to train a cub with their own hands.

Shaking his head, the slave trader was still puzzled: "Lord Finca, fifteen gold, no more." ”

He cursed in his heart: What about half-blood? Five gold coins are dead!

However, Finca still disagreed. The little girl is worth a lot of money, but it's not just a mixed-race one...

The seventh-level fighting spirit surged, the slave trader's face changed, and his guards stepped forward one after another, staring nervously at Finca.

If he suddenly went on a rampage, the guards would not be able to protect the slave traders.

Finca targeted the little girl, and he poured out his murderous aura and said silently in his heart: "Show up, let the old man, look at the red eyes."

The little girl was like a frightened beast, and Finca was so strong that she felt a deep sense of despair.

When the short dagger of Senhan struck her, it was almost instinctive, and the red eyes with a very different light suddenly glowed. It's not so much red as it is as sticky as blood!

"It's coming... Here it comes! ”

Finca's face was as high as Gao. The tide is red, once you look at the blood-colored eyes, you can't help but sink into it, and an evil fire rises in the lower abdomen, which makes people can't help but pounce...

The onlookers were also stunned, the little girl's delicate and beautiful facial features were first seen, and with the blood-colored eyes, it looked extremely bewitching.

After a while, the slave trader came back to his senses, and there was a trace of excitement on his face, and he finally recognized Finnca's words: the value of the little girl is even higher!

He sees further, as long as he is patient and spends seven or eight years to raise this strange little girl, he will definitely be able to become a stunner worth a thousand gold!

As for the blood-colored eyes, the slave trader suspected that she might be a succubus and a human cross. Delivery. Seed.

Happily throwing out a small money bag, the slave trader smiled happily: "100 gold coins!" ”

Finca raised the corners of her mouth and weighed the weight of the bag.

"Deal."

Leaving the little girl behind, the Volcano Mercenary Group left.

The slave trader had a cold face and shouted to the surroundings: "Look at anything, get out of here!" ”

I can't afford to mess with Finca, so it's still easy to clean up these little minions.

Everyone reluctantly looked away from the little girl.

There are also those who are bold and come forward to ask for the price, but are coldly rejected by the slave traders. He looked at the little girl's body with squinting eyes, this kind of goods must be raised to be valuable.

Beckoning two strong men, they surrounded the little girl violently, holding sticks and the like in their hands, and rushed forward.

The little girl's eyes were full of horror, and in addition to that, there was a hint of fierceness that did not match her appearance and age.

Slave trader lewd. smiled and rubbed his hands: "Be careful not to hurt me, a complete product can be sold for a large price." ”

……

……

The moon is very large and round, as if it can be reached by raising your hand.

The Blood Tiger's face was heavy, and he slowly pushed open a wooden door, making a 'squeak' sound.

Behind him, the warriors who survived and returned.

If possible, the Blood Tiger would never want to open this door again.

The expressions of everyone were lost, sad, lonely, and the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

Light a candle and the dim light comes on.

It was a long, yellowed table, and it was a little old.

Dozens of long swords, lonely and inserted into it, like a small 'knife forest'. In addition to that, there are some staffs, clothing, etc...

Walking over gently, the blood tiger stroked a dagger on the corner of the table, and said gloomily, "Brother, I'm coming to see you again." ”

The people behind him, gritting their teeth, listened silently.

Once upon a time, every sword here was a living companion. The mission was dangerous, and they didn't have the time to bring back the bodies of those people. I had to use some weapons instead, in memory of the deceased.

This is a custom in the Kanoran continent. In every large mercenary group, there must be a similar long table, which is their 'grave' for the mercenaries.

"Robes." Blood Tiger said.

Robes walked over in silence, took out a weapon from the bag, and thrust it heavily on the table.

Click! One handle!

Two handles!

Nearly ten swords stood fiercely, and the sword forest became more dense.

Perhaps, one day, they will also throw their corpses in the Tower of the World, or the Warcraft Forest, and turn them into a sword on the knife table.

After a minute of silent mourning, the Blood Tiger raised his head, his heavy expression swept away, and he said firmly: "The Blood Tiger Mercenary Group will definitely become the largest mercenary group in Bekaa City!" ”

Everyone's eyes lit up.