Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Road Is Wild
Seeing that many buyers have begun to withdraw from the competition, the remaining ones have begun to hesitate when bidding out.
Warren Paris immediately shouted in a provocative tone: "Everyone! Use your brilliant minds and think about it!
This is a rare and rare female drow elf!
If you miss it this time, you don't know when you will encounter it next time.
With a little extra money, you'll have 100% of her tonight! β
β6600οΌ Damn it! This is the last time I have made a bid! β
The fat man of more than 300 pounds sitting in the front row gritted his teeth and raised his hand again.
It can be seen that this price has made him feel quite painful.
Fortunately!
This time no one continued to increase the price.
In the end, the first lot, the female Drow Elf, was sold for 6,600 gold coins.
Soon, he couldn't wait to pay the full amount with some money orders and the gold coins he had with him.
Then the guards and servants stuffed the female Drow into the carriage parked outside, and went home to the sound of heckling and ridicule.
But anyone who is not a fool knows what will happen next.
Some people are even beginning to imagine what kind of interesting hybrids will be left with the combination of humans and drow elves.
If it's a girl, how beautiful it will be when she grows up.
According to the principle that the descendants of slaves are always slaves, even if this female Drow is pregnant and gives birth to the offspring of the dead fat man, she will only be raised as a slave, and even sold to other slave owners at a high price.
Of course, this root has nothing to do with it.
After all, most of the dark elves are out-and-out evil camps.
Their minds have long been distorted by the gods they believe in.
Coupled with the cruel social system and environmental impact of the underground world, basically everyone who can grow up alive is counted as having blood on their hands.
And he is full of hostility and inexplicable hatred for the surface race.
If given the chance, these guys definitely don't mind a horrific massacre.
He will even laugh and throw a newborn baby to death.
As for the drow of the good camp like the famous ranger of the Northlands, Trist Duchaden, he definitely belongs to the outliers of the outliers.
It is estimated that according to the proportion of the entire dark elf race, I am afraid that it is only one in tens of thousands.
Is it necessary to take a huge risk to gamble on the probability of 1 in 10,000?
Excuse me!
Zuo Sicai is not so naΓ―ve.
Although he doesn't mind pulling those who really need help at the right time, he won't risk his own life for it.
With the first "item" selling for 6,600 gold coins, the atmosphere at the auction became more and more enthusiastic.
Next, several "goods" also sold at good prices.
I have to say that Warren Paris is indeed a rather "wild" guy,
Among his auction items, special slaves like Tieflin and Demon Elves are nothing at all.
Zuo Si even saw a white young dragon that had been hit by the [Mentally Handicapped Technique......
This poor little guy has some kind of control magic collar around his neck.
Anyone who buys it can give it a simple command via another linkage.
And the race of this young dragon is the white dragon known as the "shame of the true dragon".
In fact, it's not quite what many people think.
The number of true dragons on the Feron continent is not small at all, and it is not difficult to give birth.
Whether it is a metal dragon in the good camp or a five-colored dragon in the evil camp, the pregnancy period usually ranges from a few months to more than half a year.
A litter can lay as few as two eggs as many as four.
Even the golden dragon egg, which has the longest incubation time, only takes about two years.
Some evil dragons in their teenage years will even discard their eggs in the wild or near their nests after mating, ignoring them entirely.
This also means that many adventurers who spend all day drilling deep in the mountains and old forests actually have the opportunity to pick up abandoned dragon eggs.
Although these eggs require quite strict preconditions to hatch, there are always lucky ones who can hatch successfully.
And those hatchlings and young dragons that are hatched and left no one to care about will naturally become the objects of capture and hunting.
Especially the "shame of the real dragon" like the white dragon, who often mates for the sake of "pleasure", lays more dragon eggs.
In addition, the intelligence of the white dragon's young dragons and young dragons is basically similar to that of wild beasts, and there is considerable room for maneuver whether it is capture or enslavement.
The only problem is......
The dragon's strength grows stronger with age.
When this white dragon who was hit by the [Mentally Handicapped Technique] grew up to adulthood, and suddenly one day was hit by a spell with a dispel effect such as [Disarming Magic] and regained his intelligence, and found that he had been enslaved for decades or even hundreds of years.
So what happens as a result?
So it's a sinkhole!
And it's your own children and grandchildren who are pitted!
In the end, the white dragon that was hit by the [Mentally Handicapped Technique] was bought by a wealthy merchant for a sky-high price of 45,000 gold coins.
Seeing this scene, Zuo Si sincerely hoped that one or two hundred years later, his children and grandchildren would be safe and sound.
You must know that even the white dragon of the "shame of the true dragon", once it starts to go crazy, it is not something that ordinary people can afford.
After the merchant returned home with the young dragon full of hope and hope for the future, the last "item" of the auction was finally brought up.
It was a miniature humanoid that was about half a meter tall and weighed four or five kilograms in a cage.
It has bright red skin, a round head, a pair of bat-like membranous wings on its back, and a tail with a hook spines flicking around on the back of its buttocks.
Little devil!
Zuo Si's mind instantly appeared with all the information of this creature from the Nine Layers of Hell.
They are the weakest of the "true" devil races in Hell, with a sinister and calculating personality, and possess some useful spell-like abilities.
On top of that, this creature has a relatively high intelligence and can become a mage's pet.
Warren Paris pointed to the little devil in the cage and said, "Everyone! Next up is the last lot!
As you can see, this is a devil from the nine layers of hell.
As much as I would love to boast about its merits, unfortunately I can't.
Because this little devil had just killed his master, a warlock from Waterdeep, by a few months ago.
Yes!
You heard it right!
This little devil has spent two years devouting a conspiracy!
Just to kill your own master and send your soul to a terrible hell!
I must remind you.
It's dangerous!
Very, very dangerous! β
The voice did not fall......
The little devil in the cage waved his arms and protested loudly, "Hey! You are a blatant slander!
The death of my former master was entirely caused by her own stupidity and ignorance.
I even reminded her more than once of the serious consequences that could result from doing so.
But she just won't listen, what can I do? β
"Are you still quibbling?
Who in the entire Faren Continent does not know that you devils are the best at using deception, lies, and sophistry to achieve ulterior evil purposes.
Also, if you don't shut up, I'll have someone sew your mouth up with a needle. β
Warren Paris tapped the cage hard and threatened viciously.
"Good! Good! Good! I'll just shut up! Take it easy! β
The little devil sat down in the cage very sensitively, and stared at the two very uncomfortable eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.