"Don't you know the prestige of Mordor's Blackfoot?" said the elf Zeravan holding the sparkling star diamond in his hand, "He is willing to exchange with you, this is a gift, think for yourself!"

In fact, the elves are not quite sure what the prestige of Mordor Blackfoot is. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWith a few kilometers of distance from the slaver to the new master, it's nice to know that this title comes from the Dark Lord Sauron. As for what "Mordor Blackfoot" had in the past, whether it was a war chief or a grand commander, he didn't have enough time to inquire.

The last star diamond on his body was also the last connection between him and the starry sky elf tribe. It's been three years since an important prophecy and a long mission, and I still haven't been able to find that important person.

How could he still be able to complete the task when he and his sister were left with only two of the original elves left, and they had lost their freedom, and most likely even their lives?

"This thing doesn't want any orcs, take it, don't get in the way of my business. The orc squinted his small eyes and looked at the elf's body with a strange gaze, his tongue licking his fangs. His big hands pressed tightly against the hard bread and jerky on the table, making it clear that he didn't believe the little white face's words.

"This is the instruction of Lord Mordor Blackfoot, and this name can be approved by the Dark Lord!"

"What is the word, Lao Tzu doesn't understand. As soon as the orc finished speaking, he noticed a shadow in the corner of his eye. The flag behind Zhao Mai obscured the light and rattled in the wind. "Don't talk about Lao Tzu and Lao Tzu all day long, do you have to be respectful?" Zhao Mai glanced at the orc's goods, and then laughed at the elf and said, "This is what you are capable of?"

The exposed elf did not panic, and still said confidently: "Now is only the first step, and my skills have not yet begun to be used. ”

This is a move of self-preservation, Zhao Mai can understand. He copied it casually, but the elf didn't react at all, and the last star diamond reached the middle of Zhao Mai's palm. "Beautiful little stone, I don't blame you if you don't know me, but you don't know my name, isn't it a very serious mistake!"

The orc merchant knew that trouble was coming. He hadn't seen Mordor's Blackfoot fight, and he didn't believe the rumors of "one punch to take down every opponent", believing it to be exaggerated propaganda. Now that the Commanders and War Chiefs are recruiting, the hard-to-keep orcs are cunning enough to come up with false propaganda ideas to spread their reputation.

After oscillating for a while between flattery and toughness, he finally chose flattery. The reason is simple, the orc in the shop next to him is looking at him with a "good show is about to begin" expression, not at Mordor Blackfoot, which means that it will not be Blackfoot who is at the bottom. "Big ......"

He only had time to spit out the first word, and Zhao Mai punched him on the bridge of his nose. The force control was excellent, so there was no sound at all in this punch. Only blackish blood can be seen escaping from the nostrils.

The vibration of the punch continued to bounce in the orc's skull, and the ears and mouth began to bleed. Eventually, his eyes rolled and he passed out completely.

"Winner-takes-all, take everything from here, and don't leave the cart behind. Zhao Mai said to the elf, "You have three minutes to do this. ”

"Then I need your approval and the help of the other slaves. ”

"It's not bad to have guts, and your brains are good, so why don't you do it quickly?" Zhao Mai leaned over, ripped his wallet from the belt of the orc stall owner, looked inside with contempt, and carried it directly into his arms.

The elf beckoned, but half of the slaves ran over, dragging the remaining half with a hard tug. Zhao Mai looked left and right, and there happened to be a weapon stall next to him.

"Longbows, arrows and machetes. Zhao Mai also said directly. He didn't mention anything about the money, and the orc naturally didn't mention it either. A little hesitation will end up with a result of "the loser eats the punch, and the winner takes all", who dares to talk nonsense?

Zhao Mai looked at the machete, this rough workmanship was really unusable for him, so he threw it directly to the elf. "Who's that, how can you work for me with a rope in your hand?"

He looked at the knife on the ground and hesitated to pick it up. The slaves also had hair ropes on their wrists, which were indeed impossible to work, but could be untied with dexterous fingers in addition to cutting with knives. He untied his sister's ropes first, and then she untied the remaining slaves.

The female elf's fingers were more flexible than her brother's, and she glanced nervously at Zhao Mai, realizing that she was being noticed, so her hands moved faster. Capable slaves can live longer, perhaps this is the common idea of all slaves.

As she worked hard, a large hand slammed into her chest, and she fell to the ground. As soon as the slave from Gondor let go of his wrists, he began to flee. He picked up the machete on the ground, believing that if he rushed into the crowd, into the noisy and chaotic market, he would have a chance.

Four voices rang out in one go, and arrows poked out from the back of his neck. "Oh, the shot missed. Zhao Mai immediately bent his bow and arrows again, and attacked again before the man could collapse to the ground. This time the arrow pierced the skull and burrowed through the back of the head, shattering the arrow and shattering the brain.

The human slave's whole body twitched as if it had been electrified, and his limbs twisted and fell to the ground, and the surroundings were soon wet. "You're a good longbow. Zhao Mai took out the money bag from his arms and threw it directly to the merchant. "It's already worth the money. ”

"If you're happy!" the orc took the money bag and took out a gondor-style quiver, which contained the most well-made arrow he had here, and handed it to Zhao Mai.

"What other good things do you have here?" Zhao Mai asked with a smile.

"The rest are not good, not worthy of the prestige of Mordor Blackfoot. ”

"You're smart. Zhao Mai slapped him away: "Don't bother you, I'll find it myself." ”

He began to rummage through his own swords, there really weren't many good swords and armor, and the smelting process of orcs was far worse than that of humans, and they were all stupid and stupid weapons. His slaves were busy emptying the grocery store of food and drink, filling the wagons with all sorts of food they ate along the way. Although no livestock was found, a group of people worked together to carry the cart on their shoulders.

The reserve was constantly patrolling around the slaves, and this time no one dared to try to sneak away.