A wind blew, Zhang Yuan opened an arc circle with both hands, and countless half-moon-shaped wind blades flew out from between his open hands, swept past the heads of these orcs, first cut off the hairpin on the helmet of the jungle banshee officer, and flew straight to the clump of aquatic plants on the beach with a strong wind.

There was a loud cracking sound of "bumping" the ground, and countless knife rice swirled up and down in the water and grass, stirring up the powder in the sky, and after continuing to fly for a while, it turned into rain-like droplets and fell

"Magic! O creator God! It's magic! Some of the Terrans couldn't help but shout.

The slave trader's face suddenly turned to ashes. Magicians are a symbol of dignity and strength throughout the continent of Azeroth, and although the power merchant group is rich, it is not able to raise a full-time magician.

"The end of the scoundrel is that clump of water weeds!" Zhang Yuan looked proudly at these orc merchant groups whose eyes almost exploded. Since absorbing the magic embarrassment of the last time he fought against jackals, kobolds, and human bandits, Li Jubing has become very studious lately, spending most of his time meditating, desperately accumulating cultivation magic and divine power. Although the quality of the magic crystals that the snow monster warriors originally hunted in the mountains of Hyjal Mountain was far inferior to Zhang Yuan's superb goods, it was enough for Zhang Yuan to store magic power.

The robber lords, who were digging the moat, also made noise and followed suit, and they were eager for an opportunity to show their loyalty. Originally, they were burying their heads in the pit, and the Terrans hadn't noticed it, but now that they were shouting, the Terrans realized that there was such a large group of robbers in the distance.

The savagery and strength of the bandits of the wasteland were known to the Terrans, and immediately all the mercenaries and knights unsheathed their swords and wound their bows. "These robber lords are my slaves! Lay down your weapons! Zhang Yuan let out a loud shout, which shook the chests and panting of several orc clans around him, and he almost didn't fall off his mount.

There's no good in messing around with a magician plus a divine sacrifice with hundreds of robber lord slaves. There were more than 300 mercenary knights guarded by these slave traders, and they were very proud of themselves, thinking that they would be accompanied by officers, and they must have enjoyed infinite scenery all the way, and they never thought that they would eat such a big deflated.

The two officers protested again, this time with much more humility, but to no avail. The two officers saw that their fellow lord had no intention of selling face at all, except for being angry and preparing for revenge

"Zhang Yuan!" Blue Moon walked out of the bread forest, and the jungle banshee knight was also flustered, obviously recognizing Blue Moon, and quickly took off her helmet from the war pig, and tapped her breastplate with her hand in salute.

"It turned out to be the Power Merchant Group." Lan Yue stared at the hunting red banner, sighed, turned her head to Zhang Yuan and said, "Zhang Yuan, let them go." ”

"Impossible." Zhang Yuan pointed to the signboard of his toll booth and said: "If you want to live from now on, leave the road money, and you can't say half a word in your teeth, and you don't care if you kill or bury it" This set of words is extremely fluent, like a habitual bandit rather than a lord.

"The Power Merchant Group has taken control of five of the nine weapon workshops of our Wind Whispering Tribe, and they promise to continue to add five more next year, we are now at war with the Desert Orc Clan, and we urgently need high-quality weapons from the Terran Race! Can you see what I mean? The Night Goddess Priest said.

"I see." Zhang Yuan pondered slightly: "Then forget it this time, for the sake of the country, I don't think I should be so stubborn anymore, after all, teaching the desert orc clan is also my true wish to fulfill." ”

Li Jubing smiled sweetly on the side. Lan Yue also smiled with relief, for the first time in so many days, the Dark Night Goddess Sacrifice Mentor looked at Zhang Yuan's eyes.

"Get out of the way of the bar! Untouchables! Hearing the lord say this, the two Jungle Banshee Knights proudly pointed their horsewhips at the Tree Demon Tree Leader. The tree demon Shu Shankui didn't pay attention to the two jungle banshees at all, just looked at Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan waved his hand and signaled for release.

The mercenaries looked at them mockingly. Walked past Zhang Yuan's side. Xiu Xiongsi spat out a mouthful of saliva and walked away angrily. The mercenaries laughed at the same time, and Shushan Kui picked up the wooden stick next to him and was about to go up, but Zhang Yuan reached out and grabbed him.

Zhang Yuan's eyes condensed, this kind of look was a ridiculous expression in the eyes of the mercenaries, and a row of carriages ran out of ruts from Zhang Yuan's side, and the other party floated away.

The stumbling slaves were chained to the back of the last carriage, the shackles on their feet making a clattering sound on the ground, and the pus from their bare feet, covered with frostbite, soaked the yellow earth.

It was obviously a group of slaves, but when they passed in front of Zhang Yuan, they brought out a charming fragrance. According to Zhang Yuan's understanding of the current situation of this orc power principality. Since the Chamber of Commerce of the Principality of Power is preparing to bribe the "lustful prince", it should buy some night elf beauties or beauties from the flower language tribe, but there are no women at all in these slaves, all of them are half-elf men. From four-foot-tall children to gray-haired old men, there were only two hundred young and sturdy slaves at most.

Zhang Yuan looked at what these orc slave traders wanted to do when they brought these half-elf male slaves back to the orc power principality

An old slave, who was a little lame, stumbled up the embankment, was pulled by the rope in front of him, did not stand firmly, and fell to the ground "plopped". The cart in front of him didn't pause at all, and continued to drag him forward, the hard roots of the grass and the frozen soil making his thin belly cough up a long bloody streak on the ground.

Several of the disheveled slaves tried to reach out and pull him, but were dragged by the cart and could only cry out in vain, their long hair covered with messy dead grass clippings, and their dirty faces bearing the imprint of fire as slaves.

Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand, wanting to pull up the slave who was obviously a half-elf who fell to the ground, a whip flexibly grabbed in front of him and whipped the slave's body, and under the broken linen was a deeply rolled gap, and hot blood splashed a few points on Zhang Yuan's trouser legs.

"Damn it! Slowing down our speed along the way! A large, green-skinned orc mercenary coldly withdrew his whip.

"Parking! Stop the car! The half-elf slaves were desperately tugging at the ropes that clasped their wrists, and in the roar of the mercenaries, they almost pulled the carriage against the whistling whips that cut their heads and covered their faces.

The four tall horses, with their hooves, could not move forward under the shouting of the coachman.

The half-elf slaves closest to the carriage of the young slaves, gritting their teeth, a dark red slipping away from the ropes on their wrists, no matter how fierce the whips of the mercenaries were, they just wouldn't let go. Zhang Yuan was about to stop it, when a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in his ears.

"Stop!" The beautiful maiden was in front of the mercenaries who were still ready to whip them. "Even if they are slaves, you orcs should have your own virtues!" Li Jubing angrily reprimanded these mercenaries and said, "Is this how an old man is treated? ”

A group of mercenaries pointed and laughed as if they were watching the excitement, not knowing whether they were marveling at Li Jubing's beauty or commenting on what she had just said.

Li Jubing angrily pulled up the old half-elf slave, took out a gold coin and stuffed it into his hand, biting his lip. He patted the half-elf old man's hand, sighed, and walked away.

"Thank you, sir......" The half-elf old man's eyes moistened, his lips curled temporally, and he was about to kneel down tremblingly, but was kicked over by a mercenary.