After struggling for a while, I decided to use the title "Andre" when referring to the children of the abyss.,After all, it took two hundred chapters to change it and always feel a little weird.,When I used "Mephistopheles" in front of me, it was because I wanted to emphasize the current pseudonym of the son of the abyss.,Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused to readers.,When the previous chapters were revised there, I took the time to change it....../(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

The next afternoon, just before dusk, the words of the wolf girl the night before had been confirmed. The slave trapper's journey was a little faster than Werewolf had expected, and this conclusion should be very accurate rather than an error. Not to mention, she had judged that she had arrived in two days, and even if it was any more accurate, the Children of the Abyss couldn't help but wonder if the werewolf girl who was in their car had some very special source of information that even her companions didn't know.

Still a long way away, André was able to see with his superior eyesight the rumored bazaar that had flourished because of the slave trade—a seemingly unplanned human settlement from a distance with few protruding buildings beyond the two-story structure, and the crowded sheds and wooden houses made the human settlement, which was larger than a town of its time, look aesthetically unsightly, and the children of the abyss could not even discern the main street of the town from the panorama.

Closer to see the slave market as its core, the first time people saw it truly realized how dilapidated and dilapidated it really was. Like the ragged and grey-covered slaves, this small town that grew from slaves gives almost exactly the same impression. The dirty and haphazard architecture makes the road to the market look wide and narrow, not to mention the functional buildings such as the city walls, and even the outer sheds give the impression that they are dilapidated and ready to collapse. The humans who enter and leave the sheds seem to have the same occupation as the people who carry their "goods", which is not hard to deduce from the dress and weapons they carry.

These modest shacks on the outskirts of the bazaar seemed to be temporary quarters for slave catchers to stay and repair, and the Children of the Abyss could occasionally find shackled "goods" huddled in corners from dimly lit places.

The deeper he went, the more irrepressibly frowning André and the girls in the car, the ground along the street was littered with all kinds of filth and food scraps, and under the combined effect of them, the whole area emitted a strange smell that tested people's willpower. It hadn't rained for a few days, but the inexplicable muddy puddles could be seen everywhere, and the prisoner car kept jolting on this potholed road, making several people in the car nauseous and disgusting, and even the two old horses, who usually had no sense of existence and always pulled the cart silently, snorted from time to time, as if they were very disgusted with this place where human ugliness and unfilth converged on the ugliness of human beings.

After passing through such a restless street, the slave catchers seemed to finally enter the center of the market, where the streets, though also narrow and crowded, already had shops selling food and goods. Compared to the outlying shacks, which seemed to be reserved for slave hunters, the sanitation was still worrisome, but at least the smoky smell was gone.

André saw that the leader of the group had a few words of conversation with the same guy who appeared to be a peacekeeper in some kind of uniform, and then led a small group of people to escort the prisoner van and separated from the others. The rest of the men pushed and drove the orc slaves in the ranks, following another uniformed human in a different direction than when they came, but also in what seemed to be a shack outside the market.

"Looks like we don't have to squeeze into the stinking shack with those guys. "This is very good news for the children of the abyss since they entered the realm of humanity.

Nanali's two sisters were also relieved that the prison van was being escorted to a cleaner central area, but the orc girl seemed to be unable to suppress her curiosity because she had seen a human street for the first time, and kept looking around.

"Sir, why do you say that those human beings would rather stay here as slaves than run away even though they are not locked up?" The little girl pointed to what appeared to be a human slave trade shop on the side of the street, and stared at the slaves who were only shackled and not even guarded by a few slave traders, and asked her own questions very simply.

André was still pondering how to answer the little girl's somewhat philosophical question, but the wolf girl in the same car gave her answer with a disdainful expression: "The periphery is full of temporary camps for slave hunters, and they will definitely not be able to escape this town without a careful plan." What's more, even if they escape from here at the risk of torture and loss of their lives, there is no place in the outside world where these weak creatures can live!"

After hearing the Wolf Maiden express her disdain for human slaves, Naneri turned her face to stare at the Children of the Abyss, as if still wanting something different from her oracle.

Excluding the subjective emotional component, the wolf girl's words are actually quite accurate, but under the gaze of the orc girl, Andre actually felt that if he couldn't say anything more profound, it seemed that he would have a ** share. So the children of the abyss took advantage of this reason to learn from those chicken soup texts and said such remarks that seemed to him to be tantamount to nonsense, but made the three orc girls feel very deep.

Yes, they were forced to say goodbye to their old way of life for a variety of reasons. As a slave, he gradually became accustomed to the life of others who instructed and arranged for him. For such them, it is obviously easier to obey others than to earn a living by their own efforts, and they have lost the courage to change their own destiny with their own strength. ”

Andrei's words of forcibly raising the force won the admiration of the little girl and her sister with strange eyes. While the old horse pulled the prisoner cart slowly, the humans on the street were also observing these fresh "goods" that had just entered the market and were about to be auctioned off by everyone. While these people were judging the appearance of the high-end "goods" on the prison cart, only a well-dressed but obscene fat man stared at the "half-elf" dressed in scruffy black because he overheard the words of the son of the abyss, until the prisoner van gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

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As the children of the abyss and the orc girls thought, the treatment between ordinary goods and high-end goods is completely different. A handful of human slave catchers escorted the prisoner cart into the depths of the bazaar, which looked like an open-air venue, and although it was not even as large as the basketball court that André remembered, the middle stand and the seats that spread out in an arc around the stand were also well arranged.

At this point, the Children of the Abyss and the Orc Girl finally stepped on the ground again, although Andrei's shoes had been lost long before he could regain consciousness, but compared to the prisoner cart, which could not stand up straight at all, the flamboyant movements of the children of the abyss, who stretched their limbs barefoot, even caused the displeasure of the leader of the slave catchers, who was the owner of the cargo.

At the signal of the leader, the two slave catchers took the initiative to push the Children of the Abyss forward, but they received a provocative gaze from Andre, and the strength of the two humans was surprisingly unable to make the seemingly thin Children of the Abyss move at all.

To make such a seemingly reckless act, in fact, Andre has already thought about it, including the guide and the escort slave catcher, there are only nine humans here. Even though most of them were armed with blades, the iron tools that were all notched or even curled and were not much stronger than the farmer's wood knife were very limited to him. Even if he didn't use the Dragon Strike technique, he was sure that he would be able to take down at least two or three of them at the first time by relying on his own strength and speed, and then take one or two hostages by chance.

The reason why the Son of the Abyss really had some scruples and didn't do it directly was that he hadn't found a hostage that made him feel that it was enough, and then the garrison force here was not yet clear, and once he did it, Andre, who was protecting the three girls, would no longer have time to carefully study how to deal with the armed forces and the relative efficiency of the escape path here.

Just when the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, and the slave catcher was holding his weapon and thinking about whether to give the half-elf boy in front of him a little bit of power, Andrei's arrogance, which seemed a little out of place to others, caused others to misunderstand.

"Your origin seems to be very unusual!" With the seemingly very polite words of the guide, several guards with swords came out of a small building in the auction hall one after another, "Even if you are completely sure that your half-elf city can pressure the lords of various city-states to ransom you, you can only be goods for sale in our place, and the laws of the city-state will never control us!"

Compared to the hostile relationship between humans and orcs, the entanglement between human city-states and half-elves is much more complicated. The era of the birth of a large number of half-elves can be traced back to the war that swept the entire continent five hundred years ago, and there are even many city lords who are descendants of heroes among human city-states who still have the blood derived from elves. Unlike the elves who have lived in the forest for generations and choose to escape the world, the power of the half-elves, although much weaker, is inextricably linked to the human city-states, and even today, five hundred years later, there are still a few powerful human city lords who maintain a kinship relationship with the half-elves who are in unison. As a former lord, Andre naturally has a certain understanding of these continental power relations that are not secret at all, and it is precisely because of this that he dares to show such an unscrupulous attitude through the identity of "half-elf"- Half-elf slaves have always been a very embarrassing existence in the human city-states, they are not like elves and orcs are almost completely unprotected by the city-state nobles, as long as the half-elves are properly aggressive when looking for missing people, those slave catchers and slave traders who have been in contact with half-elf slaves will make a fuss about it. Because raising half-elf slaves always involves a certain amount of risk, they are not as popular with the rich as their outstanding appearance, and those who dare to brave the wind to buy the half-elf back for fun usually do not easily touch this mold, and such "big people" usually do not appear in this kind of "low-end" market with no style at all, not to mention that the value of the children of the abyss as men is completely incomparable to that of women!

After all, although some special habits have always existed, they have not always been the mainstream in terms of historical universality.

Even if Andre's plan did not come true, when it was really time for the sword to be added, he also had the confidence to escape from a town with such complex terrain, and with the powerful explosive power of the dragon strike technique, the son of the abyss had full confidence to break through the encirclement of these dozen or twenty people at the cost of a small injury. The low, dilapidated wooden huts and sheds provided him with imperceptible hiding places for his enemies, and the eaves were a bit exaggerated, but the eaves less than two meters high were only a matter of moments for André to climb up. As long as he is out of the sight of his pursuers, he has the confidence to escape from this human territory by moonlight, ordinary injuries do not need to be cared about by the children of the abyss who are proficient in healing spells, and Andre, who has the ability to hunt and fire alone, is not afraid of life in the wasteland, even if he encounters the human slave trap team again, he can rely on his strong eyesight and speed to avoid it in advance, and he has participated in the weight-bearing long-distance running training of the guards many times when he was in Andrari.

What made Andre not make up his mind to implement this plan was the three orc girls entrusted by the gods around him, because there was really no perfect certainty, and in the end, "Nanali's divine envoy" had to pretend to be forced to temporarily give in, and walked helplessly in the direction pointed by the slave trader under the blades facing each other, but when he passed by the guide, he deliberately "arrogantly" raised his hair and let out a cold snort, as if relying on this kind of behavior would allow him to save the only remaining face under the condition of being controlled by others.

Seeing the young half-elf's very pretentious aristocratic demeanor, the slave catcher and slaver looked at the joke quietly, but they were on guard before secretly relaxing.

After all, all they saw was a young, unworldly, and self-righteous half-elven nobleman.