"Thinks it's weird, doesn't it? Defeated, but still able to enter the finals of the 'Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance'? ”

Looking at d'Artagnan, who looked surprised and inexplicable, and more like the stunned spectators in the audience, Redoc stood in the ring, staring at the four directions. And it was only then that the tribal leaders and torch prophets really saw the demeanor of this son, which was really full of weather.

"Why is that?"

After standing for a moment, d'Artagnan finally spoke. And this also represents the question of almost all the minotaurs on the scene.

"As I said earlier, for Cleveland, there is no such thing as a tribal and non-tribal distinction. But in the third round of the preliminaries of the 'Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance', we and other direct children were arranged as defenders, why is this? Do we really need to take advantage of this? ”

Instead of answering d'Artagnan's question immediately, Redoc asked. And he didn't hide it anymore, and asked all the minotaurs in the audience directly.

Although many of the Torch Prophets and Totem Fighters present had reached the highest level, at this moment, under the glance and rhetorical question of Redoc, they did not feel angry at being offended by the juniors, but thought carefully about its question.

"Therefore, this third round is not a battle between the direct family and the children of the tribe to compete for a place, but more of a will of Lord Cleveland, and the contestants who may eventually participate in the official martial arts are screened, so as to avoid the scandal of 'the weak advance and the laughter' and tarnish the sacred performance." Speaking of this, Radoc slammed down.

"But that kid lost!" At this moment, I don't know who in the audience shouted.

"It's normal to lose. Anyone below level 8 in the room confronts me. It's all about defeat. ”

It was only at this time that the arrogance and coldness of this "future martial saint talent" finally came to the fore. Not even caring who was shouting, Reddock just glanced around the ring with a blank expression.

And hearing this, even a group of high-level minotaurs couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts. As soon as this statement came out, either Reddock was unashamed and open-mouthed, or it was really so strong that it could sweep the entire middle level with a sixth-level attitude. Compared with the two, the absolute part of the viewer believes the latter more. There is no other reason, just because the weight of Cleveland's comment is too heavy, which can be said to be a gold-rich endorsement of Reddock's "arrogance".

"So. Losing to me doesn't mean it's not good. Opposite. D'Artagnan has been extremely good in the first two battles. Especially in the second battle, it is not easy to rely on wisdom and perseverance to win against an opponent who is one level higher than yourself. And, just now, it had a head-to-head fight with me that didn't have any tricks. Lost though. But it also proves the depth and longevity of its body, endurance, and totemic power. Far surpasses other fighters of the same level. And how could such a warrior not be the seed of my Minotaur's martial spirit, and why couldn't he participate in the final of the 'Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance'!? ”

Finally, Reddock let out a loud shout. Like a thunderbolt, the entire martial arts preliminaries scene was silent and moved. Before, no one expected that the "simple" arrangement of the three preliminaries would have such far-reaching meaning.

"Now, who still has a problem?"

After a moment's pause, Reddock asked, looking around again. All that was answered was the continued silence and the admiring or convincing gazes of the many minotaurs.

"So, let's see you in the final." Turning back and bowing to d'Artagnan, Redoc strode out of the ring and went straight away.

"It's really a masterpiece of my clan!"

And looking at Ledoc's back, Jolob couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, only it knew in its heart that the reason why d'Artagnan was able to fight so fiercely with this "future martial saint" in the third round was actually due to the radical alchemy potion given by the human mage, otherwise the Torch Prophet could be sure that it would not be more than half a minute to be exhausted by d'Artagnan at that time.

But in any case, with Redoc's approval, d'Artagnan's entry into the final of the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Show" is a certainty. Thinking of this, Jolob felt a burst of excitement and excitement in his heart.

And just when the "Crucible Tribe" finally broke out of the siege and finally took another big step on the journey back to the ancestral hall, on the other side of the "dark neon", Moriarty also came to the slave market in the free area.

The slave trade is arguably one of the most important transactions in the underworld.

Every year, there are various conflicts or wars in various regions of Nigon. Some of them are because of feuds, some because of interests, and some simply because they don't like each other. Therefore, the more wars, the more prisoners of war, and the more prosperous and frequent the slave trade. In particular, a small and powerful clan like the Eye Demon is more keen to buy all kinds of slaves to serve them or as "game toys".

So when Moriarty walked into the slave market, he couldn't help but be stunned by the "prosperity" he saw.

The market, which covers an area almost the size of three football fields, is full of people and people.

On the trading display platform, including cavemen, eagle bodies, underground dwarves, and even some abyssal beasts, they are all listed and exhibited as objects of buying and selling. All slaves had heavy iron shackles on their hands and feet to prevent them from resisting or escaping.

In the audience, a large number of merchants or tourists were picking out clothes, pointing fingers at the slaves and giving mixed praise and criticism.

However, there is one thing that is peculiar, not a single Dark Elf, Beholder, or Minotaur has been sold as slaves in the entire slave market. I think it's because "Dark Nicai" is a city jointly managed by the three clans, and in order to avoid mutual demolition and reduce disputes, such unspoken rules have been set.

Moriarty wandered slowly through the market.

His main purpose here is to find a new source of blood for the Feather of Alteration, so the only focus is on the "freshness" of the slaves. It's a pity that, in addition to the underground dwarves, which are still blank, other species such as burrowing or eagle bodies have been "tasted" by Black Feather. And the eye demon that I wanted the most was a forbidden item in the market, which couldn't help but be a little disappointing.

After looking at it for a while, Moriarty bought a random underground dwarf and drew a tube of blood, before leaving it free. While the dwarves in the market include skilled blacksmiths and are valuable treasures, Moriarty has not yet found his way home, so he is unable to buy them and eventually bring them back to the surface.

As for Moriarty's strange behavior, Pokesi, who had been following him, just watched quietly and didn't dare to say more.

"Look! The rare Medusa is Medusa! For a thousand gold langs, you can take her! Behold, Medusa! ”

Just then, a crisp cry caught Moriarty's attention. Immediately, he walked briskly towards the sound, and saw that it was a "booth" of a medium-sized slave trader. And in the center of the booth, a frail Medusa was lying on her stomach in a large iron bar, as if half-fainting.

From Medusa's half-exposed face, it can be seen that it is an old woman Medusa with an old face and goosebumps, and even the race's signature snake hair is almost withered and dangling, and there is no vitality to speak of.

But what struck Moriarty was that despite her very old face, her figure was so delicate and bewitching that it led to crime. In particular, the unbearable waist and the admirable amplitude of the waves that abruptly bulged upwards should not be possessed by a drooping old woman.

"Your Excellency, do you want to buy her? Cheap, really cheap! For a thousand gold langs, you can have a Medusa as a slave. What a rare honor! When the slave supervisor saw Moriarty, who looked like a dark elf, he immediately greeted him with a smile and tried his best to sell it.

"How did you get her? Not afraid of being retaliated against by other Medusa? It's really a bold color. ”

Ignoring the slave supervisor's courtesy, Moriarty simply looked at the "commodity" that was lying still, and said at the same time.

In Nigon, Medusa is a powerful clan alongside the Dark Elves, Eye Demons, and Minotaurs, and is powerful and vicious by nature. In particular, the race's innate race skill "Petrified Eyes" is even more powerful in the entire underground world, which makes people talk about it. At the same time, Medusa is also one of the few warriors among the Negon natives who are good at archery. It is rumored that there are several Medusa who are extremely arrowy, but they can snipe the same level of powerhouse in seconds, which can be called against the sky.

Therefore, although the area where the "Dark Neon" is located is not the traditional scope of the Medusa clan, it is bold to sell its people in public as it is now.

"Hehe, my lord said that I was laughing, I am just a small businessman, how dare I cause trouble." Hearing the slight teasing in Moriarty's mouth, the slave supervisor hurriedly said: "She was actually picked up by chance on our way here, and we took her all the way to see if she was pitiful, and now she is sent to the market to see if any patron is willing to take her in." ”

He is really a veteran of buying and selling intelligent creatures, and he has clearly done evil things, but he has said that he has done a good deed to save people. In this regard, Moriarty could only laugh.

And at this moment, as if sensing something, Medusa, who had always closed her eyes and was in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at Moriarty, and then closed them quietly.

But just looking at this, Moriarty was stunned. Because from the snake eyes that opened at that moment, which were as bright as yellow diamonds, he actually saw a brilliant brilliance of arrogance and indifference, and it was full of vitality. And such beautiful and radiant eyes should not appear in the eyes of a drooping old woman.

Thinking so, Moriarty suddenly reached out and put his hand on one of Medusa's arms.

Immediately, Medusa, with her eyes closed, twisted her body and tried to withdraw her grabbed arm. But I struggled weakly several times, but to no avail.

"That's enough for a thousand golden langs, and she's mine." After a minute, Moriarty let go of Medusa, stood up, and threw a nugget of gold to the slave supervisor, while saying, "Also, prepare a separate room for me and bring her in." ”

"Huh!?"

As soon as he caught the heavy payment, the director first laughed, then stunned, and looked at Moriarty for a long time before finally lowering his voice.

"My lord, she has grown like this, do you still have 'interest'?" (To be continued......)