The slaves who were purchased by Meng Yang lived a very happy life in the Dragon Ruins, they always wanted to do everything they could, and they always had an inexhaustible strength on their faces, and their faces were always filled with satisfied and happy smiles. This is the living condition of the slaves in Mengyang Dragon Ruins.

But Meng Yang left from the Dragon Ruins, until he arrived at the imperial capital Panlong, along the way, I don't know how many lords' territories, I saw how many slaves who worked hard and were whipped and scolded and trampled on, those slaves, as Meng Yang saw at this moment, but the living conditions and mental states of the slaves in the Dragon Ruins were very different. They weren't even clothed, shivering in the cold wind, and there were whip marks and blood everywhere on their bodies, but this was not what really made Meng Yang's heart palpitate.

He saw the eyes of these slaves, what a pair of eyes!

Sluggish, hollow, numb, without the slightest trace of vitality, without the slightest bit of vitality, anyone who looks at their eyes a few more times will feel that deep despair in them. It seems that they have long been accustomed to the pain and torture of the flesh, and they can no longer even feel the pain, just as they have lost their souls one by one, and now they are just walking corpses.

Originally, Meng Yang, who had obtained the secret of his true core life experience, had already hardened his heart as hard as iron stone, and it stands to reason that he could walk away quietly when he saw any slave being tortured by a noble master, let alone the idea of standing up for a slave who had never been masked and was as cheap as a mustard.

But I don't know if it was because of the encounter with Dingtian, the enlightened sycamore tree spirit, that made Meng Yang think of the proverb of the divine monument of the divine realm -- "All things are the same, and they forget each other in the Tao." Until he collected a supply from the royal warehouse and left, walking on the majestic and solemn streets of the imperial capital, Meng Yang's mind was still haunted by the charm of the proverbs, and it was difficult to hide it for a long time.

It was under the influence of this state of mind that the sudden scene on the street in front of him caused Meng Yang to rise up with an irrepressible anger, which actually made the burning sky and the hunting sky who followed him silently tremble and uncomfortable.

This is a precursor to the true anger of the master, and following Meng Yang these days, the two beasts have a certain understanding of the master's temperament, and they all look at the place that provokes the master's anger.

It was a luxurious carriage larger than a room, brocade fur clustered around the carriage, two noblemen who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but they were holding two meters of iron thorn whips and standing in the coachman's position, their faces were full of arrogance and cruelty, and they couldn't see at all that two such young nobles should behave, the long whips in their hands whistled, and kept falling on the dozens of "horses" pulling the carts, splashing shocking blood.

Yes, it was the whipped "horses" that angered Monjan, because they were not horses at all, but living slaves.

The slaves, men and women, were unclothed, and dozens of iron chains were fastened around their necks from the wheels.

Such a huge carriage, even the most divine twelve iron horsemen to pull it, is very difficult, this is Meng Yang's initial understanding.

But now, these two aristocratic boys replaced the horses pulling the carts with fifty or sixty slaves, and drove the carriages through the streets.

The two aristocratic young men were so proud that there was a glint of victory in their eyes, so they cursed in the most unpleasant words, and kept waving their long iron whips at the slaves who were desperately pulling the carriage.

Iron thorn whip, as the name suggests, is the whip has a fine iron cast of fine spikes, extremely short and very thin, the whip on the body, will not hurt the blood vessels of the human body, nor will it penetrate deeply into the internal organs of the human body, but it can just break the human skin, prick the nerves under the skin, make people feel more painful, miserable.

This is a tool commonly used by nobles to whip slaves, and it is obvious that the iron barbed whips in the hands of the two noble boys are still specially made, similar to the horsewhips used to drive chariots.

Originally, pulling this carriage, fifty or sixty slaves had already exerted their strength, Meng Yang noticed that each of them had been whipped with iron thorns, and with the whip waved, blood continued to splash, the slowly moving carriage, the cruel aristocratic youth, the slave whose eyes were more miserable than livestock, and the bloody blood marks on the street, this scene fell in Meng Yang's eyes, making his nine erotic flowers tremble involuntarily.

He saw that all the commoners and nobles in the streets began to dodge the huge carriage, as if the whip in the hands of the two arrogant young men would fall on them if they could not dodge it at all. Monyan noticed that the passers-by stood on both sides of the street in peace, expressionless, ignoring all this. It seems that these have nothing to do with them, and this bloody and cruel scene can't touch their hearts at all.

That's numbness. Typical insensitivity.

Meng Yang took a deep breath, but he still couldn't suppress the irritability in his heart.

After spending months with Clefo and other slaves, Monyan never felt any different from normal humans when they had been turned from barbarians to slaves. But the Imperial people always have an extremely strong sense of superiority, they feel that they are inherently a few levels higher than the barbarians, and they should naturally trample the barbarians under their feet and trample on them at will.

But among the slaves, there were not only barbarians.

For example, Meng Yang can now distinguish that nearly half of the slaves in the slave team pulling the cart are Imperial people, that is, these people are either commoners or nobles who have lost everything, of course, this is their previous identity.

As Ruoyi said, the big tree of the empire is really full of cancer, and it's time to make great efforts to eliminate it!

The nobles of the empire never regarded slaves as human beings, and many slaves were even so humble that they could not be worth a silver coin. While the aristocracy oppressed the slaves and made them create great wealth for them, they were extremely disregarded for their lives, trampled on them, and used them as tools for fun.

This is a very common phenomenon in the empire, and only by accumulating strong enough strength and smoothing out all the decay as Ruoyi said, can the world be restored to a clear state and an equal harmony between people of various races.

This road is to be persevered!

Meng Yang never noticed that he had been standing still in the middle of the street with the Burning Sky and the Hunting Heaven, and he had been standing still in the middle of the street because he was so dazed that countless passers-by who had dodged to either side looked at him in horror, but he did not realize it.

None of the whipped slaves uttered a cry of pain, and they dragged the chains almost mechanically and with great difficulty, pulling the carriage forward, their empty eyes not noticing that a man with black hair and black eyes stood in the middle of the road, blocking the carriage's path.

The people on both sides of the street were silent, some looking at the carriage, others at the strange noble warrior, wondering why this warrior had the audacity to stop in the middle of the road.

Two aristocratic boys, both dressed in fur coats, suddenly noticed that there was a man standing in the middle of the road blocking the carriage's path, and they were immediately furious.

The two of them raised their arms together, and then they took off the coat that covered their bodies, revealing a delicate professional costume inside!

On the left, the blonde and blue-eyed young nobleman holding a delicate magic wand in his left hand was actually a seventh-level magician with a medallion of a magician with seven yellow stars hanging on his chest.

And the young man on the right, whose yellow hair and face is also slightly burnt, hangs a soldier's medal with seven red stars. It's also level seven.

The two of them were slightly stunned for a moment, then their eyes showed a fierce light, and they glared at Meng Yang viciously, and I don't know if it was because Meng Yang was full of anger, dozens of slaves pulling the cart stopped struggling in unison and stood quietly in place.

"Who is it? Why don't you stop our car alive or dead? Why don't you get out of here, if you delay General Ben to win this game, Lao Tzu will turn your whole family into slaves!"

The magician boy shook his magic wand and yelled at Meng Yang.

This shout immediately woke Meng Yang from his trance.

He raised his eyes indifferently, and the anger in his eyes was like a knife, sweeping over the faces of the two noble young men one by one, which actually made the two seventh-level professionals feel a chill in their hearts.

Meng Yang noticed that the two aristocratic teenagers were already seventh-level professionals, looking at the age of the two, they should be younger than Ruoyi, Ruoyi is known as a rare magic genius, and thanks to his help, he successfully advanced to the sixth-level realm, but these two teenagers, so young, are already seventh-level professionals, could it be that if you bump into them on the street, you can meet a noble child who is even more talented than Ruoyi?

"Half of the road goes to the sky, and I am already walking on the streets, and you are the ones who stand in the way, right? I don't know when the laws of the empire issued such a decree that allowed such a huge carriage to drive on the streets of the imperial capital?

Meng Yang replied coldly and loudly.

Saying this in his mouth, he was figuring out the identities of these two people, and suddenly, he thought of the imperial capital power mentioned by Ruoyi, and quickly connected the two aristocratic young men in front of him with the opposite number.

Ruoyi mentioned that not long after her father, King Bazel, was only concerned about political affairs, the presidents and vice-presidents of the three guilds each formed an army of 300 powerful professionals, which was called the "Protector Army".

Outside the palace, there were three barracks, each of which housed three hundred men for a long time.

In fact, everyone knows that these three well-equipped and powerful professional armies of three hundred people are basically the private armies of the three major guilds, and their main purpose is to protect His Majesty the King, and it is almost the same as monitoring the royal palace, monitoring His Majesty, and protecting the guilds they represent by the way.

The members of the Protector Army are all the children of the families of the important deacons of the three major guilds, and it can be said that the important figures of the three guilds have spent a lot of resources to cultivate for these children. However, even if these children of them have outstanding talents, for example, the qualifications of these two people in front of them obviously surpass Ruoyi, but they cannot enter Panlong Academy.

The would-be saints, along with the teachers of the academy, issued an announcement many years ago that as long as they were going to join the Protector Army in the future, they would never be admitted to the academy for further study. For this reason, the senior leaders of the three major guilds have made solemn representations with the academy many times, but even though they are numerous and have a guild office in the academy, they still have not been able to make the academy change its original intention.

Therefore, the members of the Protector Army either spent a lot of effort to cultivate them by the guild themselves, or sent them to the most famous academy in the Three Plains to study. But none of them were born in Panlong Academy.

Everyone in the Protector Army did not get the title, in the final analysis, if it weren't for the fact that their elders were the high-level core figures of the three major guilds, they were actually ordinary noble children, and they were no better than Meng Yang.

However, most of the Protector Army were "generals".

The title of this general, if it is introduced to the origin, it is not given by the imperial family, but by the royal army itself.

Each of the Protector Army has a marshal, who is said to be a one-star professional.

Under the marshal, there are four generals, called seven-star generals, that is to say, their strength is all seven-level, and under the seven-star generals, there are eight six-star generals, that is, eight six-level professionals. The rest of the members of the Protector Army are collectively known as the Five-Star Soldiers. In other words, the lowest-ranking sergeant in the King Protector Army is a fifth-level professional in strength.

The three 300-strong Protector Army is actually the three major guilds to show their strength to the world, and it is also a way to convey their coercion to the royal family and the empire in disguise.

Hearing these two arrogant and aristocratic young men, who were called generals, Meng Yang realized that he had met the seven-star general in the two royal protection armies. As he coldly replied, Meng Yang keenly spotted a very obvious sign on the carriage.

A golden skull pattern hangs on the curtain above the heads of the two seven-star generals, which is breathtaking.

"It turns out that these two people are the seven-star generals in the Thieves Guild Protector Army. Perhaps, these two people are the children of Byron's rival family, if these two people are cleaned up today, I wonder if it will reduce Byron's pressure?"

The seven-star general magician burst out laughing, as if he had heard the funniest joke. With a shake of his hand, he gathered the two-meter-long iron thorn whip in his hand, and a yellow magic halo wrapped around the crumpled whip and sank into the carriage.

Immediately, this person's face gradually became as cold as ice, and he looked at Meng Yang and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, are you blind? Can't you even recognize this as the carriage of the Protector Army? Listening to your accent, you must be a hillbilly, right? Don't you know that the Protector Army can do anything in the royal city? Haha, you boldly blocked the driving of the Protector Army today, and you are not ashamed to contradict the seven-star general, boy, even the amnesty of His Majesty the King will not save you and your family." General Ben will not only make you and your family members suffer all kinds of humiliation and torture, but also reduce them to slavery and sell them to the place of death in the royal domain! Even if you die, your soul will not be able to return to the Empire! Boy, kneel, General Ben may be extra gracious and bring disaster to your family, otherwise, hum!"

Even standing on both sides of the street from a distance, those passers-by felt a biting chill rushing over their faces, thinking of the terrible Protector Army, and knowing the authority of the Seven Star Generals, there were suddenly many eyes full of various colors looking at Meng Yang, or gloating, or pity, or not caring, all kinds of things.

Who knows, Meng Yang actually sneered and said coldly: "I thought it was some kind of great character, but two small private army leaders, who dare to speak so unashamedly and put themselves above His Majesty the King." With these words to you, I will perform the duties of an imperial nobleman today, and punish you for contemptuous and insulting the authority of the imperial law, not to mention the Protector Army, but what about the three major guilds? In this world, the children of nobles like me only have the imperial family in their hearts, how can there be any shadow of bullshit Protector Army? Come on, I am a hillbilly, today I will see and see the seven-star general of the Protector Army, what kind of shocking mastery is there! Let the horse come here!"

As soon as these words came out, it was no less than a shock, which startled the street of Wangcheng for a while.

The two seven-star generals invariably stood on tiptoe, flew directly from the car, stepped on the heads of the slaves who pulled the cart, and arrived in front of Meng Yang in a flash.

The hillbilly warrior is about to fight the seven-star general, and the news spreads all over the streets and alleys of the royal city in an instant.