"The greedy, rude Spaniards, they are like locusts, scourge every inch of land they can reach." Raphael rarely scolded the street.

"You Portuguese are no better, and the second largest buyer of English slave traders is your Portuguese hacienda owners." Jack scoffed at his discrimination against countries.

"You're right, every country has some guys who have lost their faith." Raphael acknowledged this fact.

Raphael thought for a moment, called Ambrado over and asked, "They have taken your people captive, and you don't care?" ”

Ambrado took one look and smiled, "That's not our compatriot, Lord Raphael. Those are the Dardanelles, who live on the other side of Western Sahara, who have always coveted our springs and oases, and who have had a blood feud with us for centuries. ”

He paused, and then added, "Now because of the increase in trade, we have some contacts. But it was far from helping each other, at most they didn't help the Spaniards to fight them. ”

Ambrado walked away, and Raphael kept an eye on the slave caravan.

There was a little black girl who seemed to be very hungry and kept clamoring for food.

The guard just ignored it at first, but then he was annoyed and gave him a whip with his backhand.

The little girl was flipped to the ground, whining lowly, and constantly shouting a certain noun that was supposed to call her mother.

This action of the guards infuriated the black slaves, who stood up with what little strength they had left, glaring at the beating guard.

However, their actions made the guards think that they were going to rebel, and they raised their whips and whipped them vigorously.

How can a hungry black slave resist a professional thug with full physical strength, and he can only cry out with his head in his arms, like a herd of pigs being driven.

Raphael's eyes widened with rage, and he pulled out his fire gun and was about to fire a gun, but Jack held him down.

"What are you doing?" Jack stared at him.

"I'm going to put an end to this inhumanity." Raphael said angrily.

"This is the territory of the Spaniards, and there is an entire Spanish army stationed in Dakhla. Do you want to die here with your crew? Jack gripped his hand hard.

"Mr. Jack, I thought you were a warrior against the slave trade." Raphael said angrily.

"Me too, but being brave is not the same as being reckless." Jack said mercilessly.

Before Raphael could speak, Jack added, "Those two members of your crew may be able to kill all the guards, but what about the 'Golden Scorpion' and the Oasis Guards?" Kill them all? Or let them go and give the Spaniards a message? ”

Raphael's handsome face flushed, but he was powerless to refute.

Yes, there was no way he could kill everyone, and there was no way to make sure that the Ambrador didn't tell the Spaniards.

Once the news leaks out, no matter how strong Liu Zheng and the wolf's heart are, it will be impossible to deal with a heavily armed firearms army.

Raphael lowered his head, feeling more frustrated than ever.

Even when he was betrayed by the sailors and lost his beloved "White Parrot", he did not feel so sad and powerless.

"You're a good man, Raphael. Good people should live longer than bad people. Jack patted him on the shoulder.

He understood Raphael's feelings, and when he dared to let go of the black slaves, he knew that his sin would not lead to death, and second, he was alone and had nothing to worry about.

Unlike Raphael, he has a family, a crew that trusts him, and an unfinished mission, and the more he carries it, the more he can't follow his ideas.

"The good guys have to be stronger, better than anyone else, so that the bad guys don't live long." Liu Zheng walked over.

"Wallace, you saw it too, what do you think?" Raphael asked, looking up.

"I'll have to ask Fenrir for his opinion first." Liu Zheng looked at the heart of the wolf who came over.

"I don't agree." The heart of the wolf knew what Liu was thinking without asking.

"You're not a savior, you're just a gamer. It's not a world of Pande where you open the unparalleled, but a difficult red mission. One island of the Cursed can kill you a few times, and I don't have so many items to squander on you. You're here to help me complete the task, not to make it more difficult for me. "It's the first time that Wolfheart has said such a long sentence, and it's very unkind.

Raphael and Jack were blocked from many of their words, but they could also hear the denial and dissatisfaction of the Wolf Heart.

Raphael was disappointed, and Jack was relieved, they could both see that Liu Zheng and Wolfheart had some kind of master-slave relationship, since Wolfheart refused to do it, then Liu Zheng couldn't make his own decisions.

"That little girl's parents must have been killed." Liu Zheng was silent for a while, and then suddenly said.

The three of them were silent, he should have said the truth, no parent would allow their children to be taken into slavery as long as they were alive.

"I was an orphan and I grew up living without my parents. But I think that if I grew up with a happy family, and suddenly one day I become an orphan, I must not be able to get used to it. Liu Zheng said calmly.

Jack opened his mouth to say that maybe the little girl was an orphan or had been sold by her parents to slave traders, but kept his mouth shut.

"Give me a camel, water, and dry food, and I will soon catch up with you. I promise that no one will be able to leak the word. Liu Zheng looked at the heart of the wolf seriously.

"Melon peel." The heart of the wolf turned around and left.

"Do you agree or disagree?" Liu Zheng was a little baffled.

"I'm going to Ambrado for a camel." Raphael patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

"Dude, I'll take you to communicate with the girls when I have time." Jack patted him on the shoulder as well and left.

These two guys always felt ridiculed by them, and Liu Zheng was inexplicably a little unhappy.

Jefferson Fernando was one of the first Spanish aristocrats to settle in Dakhla.

Fernando is one of the top 10 noble surnames in Spain, but alas, his illegitimate status prevents him from enjoying the benefits of matching the surname.

His father kept him away from Spain so as not to affect the honor of the Fernando family.

As compensation, he was granted the title of baron for life, the lowest rank of baron, and a license for the slave trade, which was issued to Dakhla.

An unhappy childhood made him more resilient and actionable than other nobles.

With good eloquence and cunning mind, he quickly took his place in the slave business in Dakhla.

One of his characteristics was that he liked to personally participate in the capture and transportation of slaves, as if the weeping and wailing of those slaves could bring him supreme pleasure.

"Lord Fernando, the guide said that the wind may be rising, let's hurry to the Lost City." The deputy rushed up from behind.

"Well, let the guards give those black animals a little bit of power, and speed up." Fernando said casually.

"Yes, sir." The deputy returned to the back of the line, and soon the cries of the slaves rang out.

The whipping forced the slaves to drain the last of their strength, and the march of the troops became a little faster.

"It's really animal nature to be lazy." Fernando said disdainfully.

The caravan's guide was hired with a lot of money, and the judgment was very prepared, and soon the wind blew in the desert, and the sand and dust swept all over the world, like a huge net to the whole team.

"Don't panic, there is a lost city ahead, everyone catch the people in front and don't fall behind." The guide shouted.

All of them grabbed other people's clothes according to the guide's command, and the slaves also grabbed other people's chains.

The guards are not worried that they will take the opportunity to escape, in this vast desert, escape is a dead end.

The sandstorm became bigger and bigger, and soon everyone could hardly see the silhouette of the person in front of them, and they could only judge the existence of the other party by the touch of their hands.

The guide had already reached the front of the group, and only he could stay on the right side in the wind and sand.

A guard was struggling to brave the wind and yellow sand, and suddenly felt the strength on his waist loosen.

Suffered, Anji's kid is about to fall, he is anxious, but it is impossible to let go of the fishing, then he will also fall behind.

Angie and he came out of the same village, and the two came to Hera together, and joined Fernando's caravan as a guard together, and their relationship was still very deep.

"My poor brother, how do you ask me to tell your mother the news." The guard sighed secretly, and his grip tightened.

However, the next moment, the hands that had been loosened were put on the guard's belt again, and they clung hard.

"Anji, my brother, it's great that you're actually keeping up." The caretaker was pleasantly surprised.

Angie seemed to say something, but the wind was so loud that the content of the voice was completely distorted, and nothing could be heard.

"Don't speak, hold on to me. It's almost time to get to the Lost City, hold on. The guard shouted.

Angie didn't speak again, but let go of her hands again.

"Angie!" The guard was shocked, and before he could get on his back, there was a sharp pain in his ribs.