A blue-headed falcon endemic to the Salme Mountains flapped its wings and hovered over the edge of the Salme Mountains, its small eyes curiously surveying a clearing in the forest. The unique retina of the blue-headed falcon www.biquge.info can distinguish urine from grass and fresh blood at an altitude of thousands of meters, which is particularly eye-catching. The blue-headed falcon also relies on this unique ability to make a living in the Salme Mountains.

It noticed that there was a lot of urine and fresh blood in the clearing, and it wasn't sure if it should go down or not, because there were still a lot of breaths that it hated. Perhaps thinking of the child on the cliff still waiting to be fed, it hesitated for a moment, and with a strong fanflap of its broad wings, gathered it at its side, and then stabbed its head slightly. The air flow is constantly channeled along with the lines on the feathers, and it gets faster and faster, like a javelin shot straight down from the sky.

Seeing that the food in front of it was getting closer and closer, it was about to spread its wings again to cushion it, when the sudden arrow shot through its body. It struggled, arrows piercing through one of its wings and body, making it impossible to keep its balance, and the only outstretched wing did not provide enough momentum to rise. It screamed and screamed, and kept whirling and falling, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A fifth-level ranger put the compound bow on his back, walked up to the struggling falcon, grabbed the arrow with one hand, raised his foot and stepped on the falcon's neck, and then crushed it with force. The falcon stopped moving, and the ranger smiled and raised the falcon to show off to the people around him, "Look, I said I could shoot once, you always don't believe it, will you see this?"

Some of the rangers around him either showed admiration or extreme disdain for this, this ranger laughed, took the arrow of the arrow and put it in his pocket, and weighed the dead falcon in his hand, "I have to add a meal at noon today, the blue-headed falcon in the Salmei Mountains is said to taste very good." But it looks big, but it doesn't feel like flesh to the touch. ”

On the artificially carved out camp, there was a huge fence with wooden stakes in it, and the black barbarians were bound by iron chains and wrapped around the stakes. Most of the black brutes were drenched in blood, and they were castrated immediately after they were captured, so that when the slave hunt was over, the wounds had healed and they could be sold directly to buyers. There are also some women who have been stripped of their clothes and are doing simple tasks such as cleaning up the camp and cleaning.

It was a camp for slave hunters, who carved out a clearing in the dense forest on the edge of the Salme Mountains, where all the blackbarians they caught were imprisoned. In just half a month, more than 4,000 black barbarians have been captured, of which more than 2,000 have been successfully delivered to buyers, allowing this group of people to make a lot of money.

In the eyes of these slave catchers, the black barbarian is no different from a tree, a stone, or a small animal on the side of the road. Under the influence of chauvinism, the Desi people have blind nationalist feelings, believing that only the Desi are human beings in this world, and everyone else is just animals that look like people, which can be commodities and prey, but only people. This kind of nationalism is marketable and widespread among the Desi, and there are also some scholars who have reflected on the disadvantages of nationalism, but soon they are drowned in the sea of people by the fanatical Desi.

Seeing the sun rise in the middle of the sky, the only tree in the camp with its trunk remaining, the branches and leaves cut off, stood in the sunlight, the shadow of this trunk pointed due north to west, and the female black barbarian began to cook in the midst of the whips and shouts of the slave catchers. A large iron pot was propped up, bags of wheat kernels were poured into the iron pot, and shredded meat was chopped into shreds, and water was poured on it, and the smell of the whole camp would spread throughout the camp in less than twenty minutes.

Nearly 300 slave hunters emerged from the tents and simple wooden huts scattered throughout the camp, and the temperature in the dense forest was pleasant, and there was no need to build too much of a sealed dwelling. They carried their wooden bowls, gathered around the iron pot, drank cheap wine, and sang funny songs.

"We are all great slave hunters, slave hunters who make our prey fearful, and every time we go out, we have a big harvest, and the black barbarians are weak when they see us. We are good hunters in the jungle, no prey can escape our eyes, we bring disaster to the black barbarians, let them remember us as we are......"

The content of the song is simple, very popular, and very bad. Of course, this group of people themselves does not feel it, they are proud of it, and they do not feel that what they are doing violates their values, nor does it violate morality and ethics.

People sang and laughed and filled their stomachs, and a large number of people had left the camp a few days earlier to hunt slaves farther away. It may be that some of the black barbarians escaped and brought the news of the slave hunting team to the surrounding tribes, but the surrounding black barbarians have almost disappeared for a period of time, and they have all hid deeper in the mountains and forests. Because of this, the danger of slave hunting has also doubled. Compared to the tribes on the edge of the Salmer Mountains, the tribes in the depths of the mountains are more numerous, more powerful, and more savage in nature.

If it weren't for the rampant slave hunting, it might be that these blackmen who were closer to the outside world would finally be able to get out of the jungle and become part of the ethnic integration of the Orlando Empire after decades of evolution. Even the most discriminated against is better than being bought and sold like an animal.

"They're supposed to be back in a few days. The one who spoke was a captain who stayed in the camp, the three major slave merchants were frantically hunting slaves, and Hano's strength was the strongest, so Hano's team acted alone and was unwilling to share the fruits of their victory. The other two teams, which are relatively weak, have joined forces to fight for a larger share of the deal.

The assistant on the side tore the freshly roasted and bloodshot beast meat, and the pale golden transparent grease was mushy. He raised his sleeve and wiped it vigorously, and laughed, "I've heard that a large tribe was found earlier, with the size of three or five thousand people. If we succeed this time, we can rest. ”

The captain glanced at him and sneered, "You guy is not self-motivated at all, we are racing against Hano." We rested, but he didn't, do you want to leave all the money to him?"

The assistant put down the piece of meat in his hand and became a little melancholy, and a rare sorrow appeared between his eyebrows, "The identity of the buyer this time is very special, I think we did something stupid." In case the lord of the city investigates, we are afraid that we will not be able to explain. ”

The captain sneered twice and shook his head, "What do you know? Hano also has a part in this matter, besides, we didn't betray the interests of Ortlenburg, isn't what we should have done? The only thing that may have been wrong is that we didn't report to the city lord." Besides, even if Wren is not satisfied with us, what can he do? We add up to almost 3,000 armed forces, plus a group of well-bred black barbarians, let alone four or five thousand men, and he, Wren, still dare to do something to us?"

The captain patted his assistant on the shoulder, "You're still young and don't understand the teachings here." As long as we don't oppose or rebel against Wren's rule, with our current strength, he will turn a blind eye. If he really wants to deal with us, we are not vegetarians, so we will go into the city lord's mansion and overthrow him directly. Now Bell's world is in chaos, if he is smart, he pretends not to know, he has stability, we have benefited, hello everyone, I am good. ”

The assistant could only nod, he knew that if he continued, the captain would inevitably have a bad feeling for him. In the slave catcher team, these slave catchers are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the top one is like a captain with such a role, he has great power, even the big boss has to be polite to him and treat him politely. Next is the assistant level, which belongs to the civil servants and writers in the slave hunting team, responsible for logistics, and is a job that is very oily and enjoyable.

The squad leader and the like are not happy, because they all have to take the lead in the damp dense forest to hunt slaves, and not to mention how bad the environment in the dense forest is, it is very dangerous just to take the lead in rushing and killing. Don't think that you can catch many black barbarians every time because the black barbarians are weak, in fact, the black barbarians are not weak, whether it is courage or combat effectiveness, the only thing they may not be as good as the slave hunting team is the equipment. After every bloody hunt, there are always some people who remain in this mountain range forever.

As for the slave catchers at the bottom, the work is relatively dirtiest and tiring, and the benefits are the least.

After three rounds of drinking, the smell of alcohol in the camp was very strong. The slave catchers were not worried that the black barbarians who were tied up would rebel, they would only give the black slaves a little food every other day, let alone rebel, and they didn't even have the strength to walk a few steps. This kind of management method is very good at limiting the powerlessness of the black barbarians, and they have just been castrated, and these black barbarians may not be able to go well now.

The ranger had been eating a fragrant roasted falcon, triumphant at the envious gazes of the people, and suddenly he felt that he should say something, and drank the inferior wine from the wooden cup in one gulp, and stood up. His mouth was wide open, his sluggish mind thinking about what he should say. At this moment, the arrow pierced the back of his head in an instant, and the triangular arrow blade stretched out from his gaping mouth.

He fell straight down under the gaze of the people, smashed the iron pot, and poured it into the hot wheat porridge.

After a moment of dead silence, arrows rained down frantically into the crowd, and the slave hunters screamed and dodged. They wanted to fight back, but the rain of arrows came so suddenly and violently that they didn't even have a chance to resist.

The assistant's heart was pounding, and the moment the ranger fell, he fell behind the iron pot, and his frightened eyes looked in the direction where the arrow rain was coming, only to see a group of black-armored soldiers with longbows slowly coming out of the woods.

His heart almost jumped out of his mouth, his mouth wide open for meaningless syllables, and his mind went blank except for two words—Wren! )