readx;?“ Here's all the people?" The captain of Grenada's fourth detachment said that the people of Tiran stood on both sides of the main road, leaving an empty space in the middle where the three of them could walk side by side, but even so, the wings of the Hippogriff would still sweep over the body of the Tirans as they strode across, and a Hippogriff sniffed curiously, or rather with appetite, as it passed a child who was only about five or six years old and somehow suddenly ran out of the queue, the hideous and misshapen head made the child cry, but his mother was still holding his brother and pulling his sister, and was separated by several people, and it was impossible for him to catch his child, could only whisper anxiously and shush to try to stop him. The knight on the griffinx frowned impatiently www.biquge.info and he rested his hand on the spear, and although he still had a great debt to pay, the unsatisfied desire to kill made him irritable—it was evident that in the next moment he would draw his spear and stab the child to death, but no one dared to do anything about it. But before the terrible prediction could come true, the crying abruptly stopped, and the people breathed a sigh of relief, and then they were surprised to see that it was a beggar, her temples were gray, her clothes were ragged, and her back was arched like a mountain, but she was braver than all others, and she held the boy in her arms, one hand around his body, and the other hand tightly pressed against his mouth.

But the knight's spear had been drawn out, and the steel shimmered white in the dim light of the sky, and the child's mother wept bitterly, while the neighbors either closed their eyes and turned their heads, or clenched their fists, if not for the parents, wives, and children behind them...... But is it worth it? The Tirans are confused, they give up their resistance in order to survive, and if they can't survive after giving up their dignity and identity, then they won't be afraid to fight to the death.

Thankfully, at this moment, the companion who was following the knight shouted impatiently, the Tirans couldn't understand what he was saying, but in fact he was just reminding his colleagues in front not to cause a traffic jam at this time, and there were hundreds of dragoclaw cavalry behind them.

"Does Your Highness even want children?" asked the knight, retracting his spear, and asked smugly.

"Not only children," said his companion, and then he twisted his fingers and replied in silence: "Children and babies are much more precious to warlocks than adults, and do you know how the little goblins used to sweep the streets in the royal capital came from? ”

By this time, the caravan that had been used to receive and manage these new slaves had arrived, and they had been following Grenada's legions, so that the booty of the knights could be sorted out and valued in a day or two. Or rather, it is more reliable than a check from another world, because it is essentially a contract, and the parchment blessed with spells will not be burned, smeared and festered by dampness and water, and even swords will have a hard time hurting them. For something like this, the black-haired Dragonborn already had a small box, and that was only the personal portion he had received as the leader of the Legion, and most of the captures belonging to the Legion were sent to the royal capital, or directly by the merchants to various unknown locations in exchange for what Grenada needed.

The merchants supervised the Tirans to put on the ropes one by one, which was a slipknot and the other end was attached to a longitudinal rope, so that if anyone tried to escape, he would find that not only would his neck be tightened, but that others would also become a burden to him, and on the other hand, once he began to walk, he could not stop or speed up at will, and everyone had to be careful to keep himself in step with the people on the same rope, which was a difficult process, but because Cremar had asked the slaves to be preserved as much as possible, they had not yet suffered desperate casualties, and the Tirans helped each otherThe children are scattered around the back of every strong woman, whether she is related to him/her by blood or not.

As the procession began to squirm, the men looked worriedly at their mothers, Wives and children, but they are to be kept under strict control, the monsters summoned by the casters of the caravan are hovering around them, with corrosive saliva flowing from between their teeth, if they bite it, then it can be said that it is almost certain death, the Grenada people do not waste precious spells and herbs on slaves, they turn around patiently, the leader of the Grenada Legion, said to be a highness, wants to build a city out of the sea- He needed a lot of slaves, men and women, and when he got to Grenada, they could meet again.

The merchants of Ostal were not too nervous, the work was very skillful and easy for these men, but it did outnumber them on any occasion they had encountered before, and fortunately they had been well prepared, after all, His Highness had said that he needed a staggering number of slaves, and that the number of slaves was too large to be drawn from the black market in Grenada Even if they took out all the inventory, it would be less than a tenth of it, of course, if it could be obtained from someone else, this figure would not be a big problem, but the nobles of Grenada still maintained a cautious attitude towards this highness, and this attitude may not change until the end of this battle, but that highness is obviously not a person who knows how to wait.

A lot of the Dragonborns aren't.

Not every Tirans would obediently stand on either side of the street, and there were still people who wanted to resist or hide, but the knights of Dragonfang and Dragonclaw quickly left their mounts and entered each mansion and alley in small groups, where even a single bird, let alone a human, could not escape the spells cast by the warlocks. These men were tacitly accepted as an additional reward, and they belonged to the knights who had hunted them down, and it was an invisible law that even the leaders of the legions could not do anything about it, and some knights, considering their empty purse, would simply drive them out and give them to the merchants in exchange for bills, while some knights, or worse, torture them to their heart's content.

Unsurprisingly, Keo heard a scream from a mansion, and he didn't follow Cremar - who was Keo, though some complained about it, and he raised his wings without hesitation, and flew into the atrium of the mansion in just a few breaths. No way, the doors and corridors of the mansion were not prepared for such a large fellow even among the sphinxes, the screams were gone, but Keo remembered the direction it had come from, and without a moment of hesitation, he strode forward without a moment's hesitation, and jumped lightly onto a large terrace, between the terrace and the room was a stone brick wall and an intricately carved wooden door, and the sphinx looked left and right, stretched out his claws, and simply cut a hole in the wall as if he had dug up a piece of grease.

More accurately, a wall had been destroyed, the door hung awkwardly from the remnants of the stand, and Keo sniffled—nothing, except that the smell in the room was so unpleasant, especially of blood, that it was so thick that it could almost be touched—and in this room, the people mentioned earlier, who had taken it by chance. They hid ridiculously in the mezzanine between the rooms, but to no avail, and the Tirans were immediately discovered, a father, a mother, and their daughter were captured, grandparents were killed on the spot, and granddaughters were the targets of abuse and humiliation.

"It's a pity," Keou fiddled with the two lifeless bodies, "at least it's worth two gold coins." ”

"That's right," said one of the knights, quietly, "it's a fingernail pill, I don't care." "If Keo had been a human, he would have been stabbed in the chest countless times by a dagger in the dark, but he was not only a human-faced sphinx who could only cast divine magic, but also a mount under their command.

"I hope your bird's head doesn't care," Keou said harshly, "You know, that powder is very precious, and I'm planning to raise the price......"

"You, or your master?"

"Does it matter?" said Keou nonchalantly, "I'm his anyway." ”

The knight moved his lips viciously, perhaps cursing the human-faced sphinx that should have descended into the Endless Abyss with his master, but he also knew that he couldn't do anything about it now: "Maybe you misunderstood me," he said with difficulty, "I'm not complaining, I'm just ...... Somewhat...... Ah, you know...... In fact, we are not warlocks, and the life of the knights is still very difficult...... You have really caused us a lot of stress......"

"Why don't I think so?" said Keou shamelessly.

The knight's companion threw a look at him, "A million, please forgive." "My friend has always been a man of few words," the former humbly said, "but we did get attacked." As he said this, the girl who had covered her body with a curtain cast a hateful look, but she was clever enough to hide her eyes behind her hair, and her gaze remained only on the knight for a moment.

"We have no choice but to settle down, my lord," continued the knight of the Dragon's Tooth, "but luckily we have got something," he said, and he opened his hand to show Keo the gem in his hand, which he dumped on the ground: "And this human," said the knight, "and in the same way, we are willing to give it to you for free, though she is dangerous," he lowered his voice, "I suggest that you better kill her." ”

"No," said Keou, "I like this girl." ”

Even the knight who spoke first looked wonderful, and their gaze fell uncontrollably on Keo's hind legs, which were covered by thick fur - if the beast was to do something, the human woman would surely die.

But now that they had shown a concession, it wasn't for them to think about what to do, and they simply exited the room, leaving it to the girl and Keou.

Of course, the girl heard their conversation, but there was not much fear in her eyes, as if she was already expecting death.

Keou pricked up his ears and listened to the movement outside, then he muttered a few words, and the milky white light flashed from the girl's body, and the leg that had been broken because of resistance before was restored to its previous appearance, and the pain immediately left, and the girl jumped up and pounced on the two old men, she shoved her fingers into her mouth, and cried silently.

Keo lowered his head in pity, his mane drooped down and touched the girl's arm, she dodged as if she had been struck by lightning, the sphinx sighed, and then the girl heard a voice suddenly ringing in her head, but luckily she still put her finger in her mouth, so she couldn't scream. "Put on your clothes," said Keou, "and I'll send you to the queue of slaves...... Or do you need something to eat?"

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"It's none of your business," said Keou, "I'm not going to do anything to you, don't you think if I really want to beep—beep, wouldn't this room be more suitable than you? I'm not a dolphin." "Only the kind of guy with a sharp mouth would be bored enough to beep a fish.

"Can't I stay here?"

"The city will be burned. Keou said.

"I'm going to lose everything, am I?" asked the girl.

"You still have your life," said the sphinx, "and the soul." ”

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

The lich stood in the Grand Duke's room, and in front of him was an old warlock, said to be the Grand Duke's uncle.

"You can check it, Your Highness. The warlock said.

The lich didn't have to cast a spell to know that the room was already shrouded in the shadow of Kranvo, and the Grand Duke and his wife, and his daughter, lay quietly on their beds, looking calm, unfazed and tormented.

"Is it a spell you cast?"

"Yes. The warlock bowed slightly.

"What about their souls?"

"I think it's time for the wasteland of mourning. The Warlock said, glancing lovingly at his blood relatives, "I think they've heard Ilmot's call." (To be continued.) )