A short figure walked out, looking at this miserable appearance, his pupils shrank, but he recovered immediately.

He wears a hat, a cane, and a pair of glasses, like a nobleman.

"Lord Brave, do you need my help?"

Zao Wou-Ki stood up, this was the first time he had fought with someone, the first time he had killed someone.

He actually used his skills many times to completely kill a person, and they were only seven or eight levels.

It's not that their defense is high, it's that Zao Wou-Ki's attack is too low.

In the end, what to do?

Zao Wou-Ki ignored the sudden appearance and turned around to leave.

The man was a little anxious: "Don't you need a helper?" I mean slave, the kind where life and death are controlled by you! ”

Zao Wou-Ki's footsteps slowed: "Slave." "Isn't that exactly what he needs?

The man cupped his eyes and smiled wickedly, "Yes, slave. ”

"I'm not buying and selling unreliable things like my companions, betrayal, deception, isn't that just a word coined for my companions." He said in an agitated tone.

"I'm a slave trader, if you're interested, please come with me."

He led the way to a hidden basement with a large amount of space underneath.

Square wooden boxes, lined with iron boxes, covered with gray cloth.

The roars of the beasts came one after another.

"Slaves, who can never lie, can never betray their masters, will be cursed on them, a powerful curse that costs their lives, and is used as a medium of engraving."

"As long as they dare to disobey their master's orders, there is only one result, death."

The slave merchant said as he weaved through the iron box.

"How? Are you satisfied? He smiled.

"What kind of slaves can you provide me?"

"There are three main types here, the ferocious Monsters, the Terrans, and the Subhumans."

"Don't want the Terrans!" Zao Wou-Ki said without any fluctuation.

"Sure enough, you're just as rumored."

"Warcraft have brute strength, but lack of intelligence, and may not be able to fully comprehend your orders, while subhumans have intelligence, they can also learn human martial arts and magic, and their growth is high. However, humans think that subhumans are closer to monsters and are orcs, so it is difficult to survive in the human country. ”

"Humans will hunt and sell subhumans as slaves."

"Subhumans have always been the most popular among slaves."

"So, I recommend you the subhumans." He lifted one of the largest cages.

"Roar~" Two pairs of huge palms grabbed the special iron pillar, and a huge werewolf roared.

The hideous wolf fangs reflected the cold, and if there was a chance, the werewolf would have unceremoniously crushed the throat of the slave trader, and its ferocious eyes said it all.

Zao Wouji's eyes froze, this werewolf is level seventy-five!

And the details are a bunch of question marks.

Zao Wou-Ki probably wouldn't be able to withstand even one of his attacks.

If you can kill it, how many levels will you level up? Zao Wou-Ki's heart flooded with dangerous thoughts.

"How much does he cost?"

"This is the most powerful slave in our shop, the type who is good at fighting, how about charging you fifteen gold coins." The slave trader smiled.

Fifteen gold coins, fifteen hundred silver coins.

Zao Wou-Ki turned his head and left, but suddenly a question came to mind and asked, "Can a slave kill a master?" ”

The slave trader suddenly became embarrassed: "There is hardly such a situation, but ......"

"There was a nobleman who actually bought a sixty-level kobold guard for his waste son, and then ...... His stupid son actually did something stupid and forced the kobold to kill him, in fact, as long as he waited a few seconds, a few seconds, he could use the contract to kill the kobold, but he couldn't hold it at this moment, and was slapped to death by the kobold. ”

The slave trader hurriedly added: "Of course, the kobold was also killed by contract for attacking his master. ”

"Oh, yes, when the master is killed by the slave, the slave will also die to bury the master, which is really good." Zao Wou-Ki scoffed.

The slave trader could only laugh awkwardly: "Actually, we think it's more appropriate for this werewolf to be sold to a level sixty warrior." ”

"I only have seventy silver coins, so I recommend a low-level one that is easy to control and has a certain attack ability." Zao Wou-Ki said.

As for strength, he naturally has a way to make the slave stronger.

"Okay, this way, please."

The slaves in the cage watched them with expressions of despair, numbness or hatred, and groaned in pain.

Zao Wou-Ki was stunned.

They walked over to a smaller cage where the young subhumans were being held.

"Lord Brave, please choose the slave you like."

There was a loud "bang".

When the young figures heard this, they crawled to the corner in horror, hugged each other, and the chains they were carrying made a collision sound.

Only an emaciated figure knelt on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

Zao Wou-Ki glanced at the slaves inside who were looking at him with panicked eyes, shook his head, and finally looked at the figure in front of him, and said coldly, "Raise your head." ”

The figure slowly raised its head, it was a beast-eared girl about ten years old, she was leaning forward, looking at Zao Wou-Ki with blank eyes, without a trace of fear.

Her current expression is exactly the same as Zao Wou-ki's original, her eyes are colorless, gray and numb, but there is a trace of hatred hidden in the deepest part.

She is completely different from other slaves, although the other slaves have been arrested, their personalities are still the same as normal people, and only this slave is the despair that can only be found when everything is lost, and death is a relief for her.

This is the most obedient tool!

The slave trader said, "This raccoon slave suffers from a mental disorder. ”

"I guess I was stupid when I was arrested and saw the scene of my parents being killed."

"There are quite a few aristocrats who like them at their age, you know." The slave trader pinched his beard and laughed, recounting the atrocities: "This slave girl is the best, but because of mental problems, what if the noble adults are hurt instead of having fun, no one wants to buy her." ”

"I'm also very troubled by this, and if it hasn't been sold in a while, I'm going to give her away as a giveaway." The slave merchant said helplessly.

Zao Wou-Ki said calmly: "I want her!" ”

"That's wonderful, guest." The slave merchant was stunned for a moment, and said happily.

……

In a clean and tidy corner, pale yellow lights shine.

Slave girls were thrown on the carpet like commodities.

Poor, weak, and helpless.

Zao Wou-Ki's face remained unchanged and his palm slashed, and blood dripped into a magical liquid.

The slave merchant dipped his brush in the liquid, and then drew a stroke on a magical heraldic on the slave girl's arm.

She screamed in pain suddenly, as if something was burning her body.

The slave trader said, "Don't worry, it's just the process of the magic being activated, and it'll be right away." ”

But he did useless work, because Zao Wouji's face remained unchanged, and his brows did not wrinkle.

He laughed, "I thought this was your slave, you would be worried." ”

Zao Wou-Ki said: "Slaves are not people, they are just tools. ”

"Haha, you're really the same as me." The slave trader looked like he agreed.

The slave girl's body, which had gradually calmed down, trembled slightly.

"Forty silver coins." Zao Wou-Ki threw out the money bag, and the slave merchant smiled and put the money away.

"Now, this girl is your slave, and because of the slave tattoo, she can't disobey you."

Zao Wou-Ki walked over to the weak body lying on the ground: "Now, tell me your name." ”

The voice was not harsh, but it made the slave girl tremble and shrink into a ball.

Zao Wou-Ki calmly said again: "Now, tell me your name. ”

She closed her eyes tightly and said tremblingly, "La~Raphtalia." ”

"Come with me." Zao Wou-Ki dragged her arm and pulled her out, without pity.

The slave trader said in the back, "Welcome to your next visit." ”

……