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"I'm so fed!"

Lesatos snapped his fingers with a calm face, and the overwhelming missile storm drowned out the "robbers" who were coming to attack.

Before leaving, Zaman casually said that a small caravan had asked him to escort him, and Lezatos casually responded. After landing, he stood on the shore and looked at the "small" caravan of five hundred pack beasts from beginning to end, and the thunderbolt in his eyes shot far away. Looking back, the Burning Chain Capital rushed into the Aurora Fire Curtain with a life-like escape, and it was too late to catch up.

This is a lesson, and we must not underestimate the "casual talk" of reckless people.

It is impossible to expect a thunderous dragon to work obediently, according to the rules of the metal dragon, this is an unclear contract, there is a suspicion of fraud, and he can confiscate all the goods as compensation.

But confiscating the belongings of his city? The thought of this made him hold a mouthful of blood in his throat.

By the time the caravan was on the road, he hadn't seen him for hundreds of years, and Zaman wasn't a little bad at it. The goods were high-grade fire wool, aromatherapy materials, works of art, and dragon blood, as well as several sets of magical equipment for filtering magma and ore, with a total value of nearly 10 million gold coins, not counting the beasts. Such a huge procession was going to cross the Scorching Dream Plain, passing by more than a dozen Pamirs and the territories of the Little Sultan, and it was simply shouting: I am a fat sheep, come and grab it!

No one dared to disobey the oracle of Cassian, and the army could not be dispatched during the armistice. As a result, dozens of emerging "bandit groups" were temporarily listed, and Liesatos simply killed them all the way.

So he asked how such a dangerous trade route had been taken before?

"Allah is above, this is the first time!" answered him by Seyd, a typical native fire djinn with a tall stature and red skin. He wears a pointed felt hat, pointed boots, and a pointed beard, and always holds the sheathed scimitar at his waist when he speaks. "You know, when it comes to freeing the enslaved, there is always some cargo that can be taken by the way. But we ourselves lack sales channels, and we accumulate so much in one and second place. Later, the devil of the Brass City proposed to buy it, estimating that the road was dangerous, and we dismissed the idea. But when you come, the lord of the city will ......"

On that day, thousands of robbers were eliminated from the Fire Elemental Realm. Two volcanoes and a Crucible City were blown to the ground.

Yaqin backhanded, and the six-sided hammer landed on the lizardman's flat face, opening three blood grooves, and then jumped up with the force, twisted his ankles around the sneak attacker's neck, and broke it with a clatter. It's about to land. The other flail was about to fall. She spat out three words, and the monster immobilizes the enemy for an instant, causing the enemy to stiffen, and then her wings flutter and roll over, raising her hammer to finish off the enemy.

"One more scratch," Yaqin frowned, each of the elemental apostles had a handful of them forged in person. The Warhammer that has been with you all your life is the most reliable companion, but the high temperature of the Fire Elemental Realm destroys the internal structure of the Hexagonal Hammer. "We need to find a way to fix it. She shook her head, shook the blood from her feathers, and stepped over the corpse back to the caravan.

When she heard that Lysatos was going to escort the caravan to the City of Brass, she immediately took the initiative to participate, seeing it as an opportunity to repay the golden dragon. And Lesatos only showed this familiar face in the team the next day, and although he only nodded, Yaqin was still very encouraged.

They had crossed the Plains of Burning Dreams, and were within easy reach of the Brass City. There have also been fewer attacks. But Lesatos was still unhappy, and sat on the roof of a car, scooping up the golden-colored liquid from the cauldron with a large spoon and taking a sip of each spell, as if to get the money back—in fact, it had already been recovered. One-seventh of the caravanserais' wagons were carrying gold, all of which were paid by Lesatos.

Yaqin grabbed Seyd and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to drink the melted gold, is it some kind of spell?"

The fire elemental twisted the tip of his beard, he was a smart fellow, and he could see that although Lezatos didn't say anything, he took care of the young elemental apostle when he fought. "Hehe, friends of the Wind Elemental Realm, don't you know that this is a dragon—to be exact, a custom of metal dragons?"

Yaqin shook her head.

"The dragon's stomach is a huge reactor capable of digesting everything it eats. The scales of the colored dragon are leathery, and the scales of the metal dragon are armory, but the color and hardness of the metal on them need to be replenished frequently. They swallow the corresponding material, which is digested by the stomach and injected into the scales through the capillaries. The metal dragon's enthusiasm and accumulation of wealth are also related to this, which is a large expense, and the property status of a dragon can be seen by the color of the scales. The last time he fought against the gods, the deputy city lord was scratched by thousands of flying creatures, and his scales were very damaged, and he needed to be repaired. ”

In other words, he drank gold in ...... Beauty?"

"Well, that's understandable. ”

Passing through the border of the Scorching Dream Plains, there is a large pool of fire, and the road is hidden in light and shadow. After two days of hard walking, they finally saw their destination, the capital of the fire elemental world, the City of Brass.

In the midst of the fire, there is a vast black stone field, where millions of inhabitants are densely distributed, and thousands of large and small furnaces are the centers of settlement, and smoke rises into the sky day and night. Countless toxic gases and exhaust gases from smelting converge into the sky, passing through a stable vortex and channeling into the wind elemental realm. Because of this, the fire djinn and the wind djinn have been fighting all year round.

If you look closely, the furnace is arranged in a huge magic circle over the obsidian field, a hemispherical city of eighty suri brass floating in the sky, twenty-four basalt staircases connecting the upper and lower levels, and then isolating the guards with towers and magma. Even if the flying unit is not killed by the array of magic towers and arrow towers, it will be swept into the smoke and sent into the Wind Elemental Realm. This fortified city has never been conquered.

The caravan entered the lower town, and was full of heavily armed soldiers with Cerberus or Flame Serpents, who looked like they were about to take a bite. Both sides of the road were bustling with ragged laborers, numb in expression, stiff in steps, and densely packed with I don't know how many. They were driven to the levee, driven by a leather whip to scoop up less viscous lava, and from time to time someone would fall, grunting and bones gone. The magma is sent to a large facility to sift through small amounts of minerals and elemental crystals, and then the laborers send the semi-finished products to the furnace for further refinement.

Every process is accompanied by death and cripplement, and it is not that no one resists. But there are thousands of iron cages on both sides of the road, and inside are the dried corpses of rebels of all races.

A burnt, blackened, cloudy-eyed Giss Yankee stretched out his withered palm to Lesatos and the others. The chapped throat never made a sound again.

The team was shrouded in shock, anger and fear, and Yaqin, who had experienced the cruelty for the first time, trembled with anger, but she was not a fool, and she did not act aggressively by biting her lip and bleeding. I can't bear to look at it when I close my eyes.

Lesatos reverted to an unsmiling expression and whispered, "Slavery will not disappear because of your escape, watch carefully, listen carefully, this scene is the driving force of the struggle." ”

The Elemental Apostle took several deep breaths, his eyes clear. But he couldn't hide his anger. In the face of the evil deeds she is accustomed to, there is nothing she can do. "Humans, dwarves, halflings, demons, gnomes...... Where did they get so much labor?"

Syrid is handing over a half-devilish tax officer. Lesatos continued to be a good teacher and explained to Yachen. "Brass City has a long history, do you know what the main products are here?"

Yaqin shook her head.

Lesatos spread his hands, revealing a semi-soft piece of gold. "This is it. Gold is too soft and of low utility, and is used primarily as a commodity rather than currency in the fire elemental world. Volcanic magma brings minerals deep underground to the surface in an infinite amount. The Fire Elemental Realm is the second-highest gold exit plane in the Multiverse, second only to the Earth Elemental Realm. Sifting minerals requires a huge amount of slaves. And it consumes quickly. ”

"The Prince of Poison Fire is a ruthless and resolute hero. Originally, he cooperated with Warren Buffyment, the Demon Lord of the Abyssal Flames, to obtain the population through war and plunder, but he hated the fickleness and disorder of demons and turned to cooperate with the devil. The Batzu proposed a series of reforms: the opening of fixed-plane trade routes, the co-optation of earth spirits, the abolition of slavery, and the creation of a new labor system. At present, there are three million laborers in the lower part of the Brass City. ”

"Three million!" Yachen took a breath, "this...... It was a laborer, not a slave. Why didn't they leave?" she said, pointing to the cage.

"Contract. A person who comes to the fire elemental realm to pursue wealth, as long as he accepts the labor contract, can get half of the fruits of his labor, which is equivalent to two hundred gold coins per year, and the work is low in danger at the beginning. The amount of labor is small, and the salary is high. ”

"Ah, it sounds very generous, two hundred gold coins is money that many migrant workers can't earn in a few lifetimes. ”

"Yes, but to stay here requires means of survival. First of all, the fire immunity magic granted by the fire djinn, as well as food and water, these channels are firmly controlled. Labor must be bought at a high price. Add to that gambling, brothels and other facilities that lure people to throw money, and no one can make money to leave. In the first year, his income was slightly lower than his expenses, and he had to continue working in order to pay off his debts, and in the second year he was pulled down by a series of loan sharks, and in the third year, he was reduced to slave labor without freedom. The devil has a sophisticated system, and the only result of coming here is to work to death. The income then goes to the fire djinn, and the souls of laborers who die in bitter remorse go to hell. ”

Yaqin opened her eyes and couldn't speak, "No wonder Prince Zhanyan wants to free the slaves......" She asked another question, "Even if it is secret, in a hundred years and two hundred years, the outside world will know the truth here sooner or later, how can anyone continue to come?"

Lesatos pointed to the upper city above, "We'll go up later, you can see the results for yourself." ”

Lesatos didn't have to worry about the sale of goods, and a few hours later, they bid farewell to the oppressive wails and whips and ascended the basalt staircase. The guards simply checked their documents and let them go, neither did anyone blackmail them, nor did they speak ill of each other because they came to the **Chain Capital, which was so harmonious that Yaqin was uncomfortable.

Lesatos told her the reason: "Because they know I'm coming!"

On the way, Yaqin wanted to ask about the melee battle against slavery, and the fire giant spirit was helpless, "Every year, the number of freed slaves increases, but the number of laborers in Brass City increases by three times!"

The brass city is magnificent, the streets are wide and clean, and the soot is kept out of the city. Most of the buildings are tall domes and the prayer tower of Allah with all flames. As they stood at the gates, Resatos said to Seyid, "Settle the deal, and then find a safe trade route to send her back to the Wind Elemental Realm." ”

"I don't need to ...... on purpose"

"But we need it, this is a city full of lies and intrigue, and you don't want to be sold to work in the lower city." ”

Eventually, she thanked Lesartos and Seyde, knowing that the journey was coming to an end.

The fire djinn went to the trade area, leaving only the Elemental Apostle and the Golden Dragon Mage. The young girl asked, "My lord, where are we going now?"

"I'm going to find someone to do something, and I'll take you around by the way, but I don't need to look for it, naturally someone will come to us." ”

As soon as the words fell, a human with a handsome face and reddish skin walked up to him and bowed very politely. "Welcome, Lord Flame. ”

"It's so uncomfortable to hear this in the City of Brass, who do you represent. ”

"My lord, my lord, if you need anything, please tell me. ”

"Okay, you can be a tour guide and show us around, and by the way, I'll see your latest 'Success Learning' class. ”

The tour guide was taken aback, but still saluted and led the way.