Born out of necromancy and transformational spells, blood magic is a series of magic that specializes in the structure of a living being's body in order to control and weaken it. According to the general concept of the Mage Federation, blood magic has its own uniqueness, and it contributes to the discovery of mages' own power, but it is nothing more. The technique of using blood as a spellcasting material was widely spread, and in order to prevent blood rituals, the Federation stipulated that only the caster's blood should be used. For the spells of the Blood Magic series, most of them use too many curses and torture effects, which are already biased towards evil, which may cause the general public to fear mages, which is not conducive to the development of the Mage Federation. So the Federation "advises" not to abuse blood magic.

Now disguised as an orc witch priest, Siegel must not mess with elemental spells, and all the cursed spells he knows are blood magic. Siegel doesn't have much of a mental burden on orcs to use this kind of spell. He rubbed his hand over the Hemochdony Stone as he whispered a mantra. The mask masked the movement of his lips and the sound of chanting spells, and no one other than Collin, who was sitting next to Siegel, knew that he was casting a spell.

With the power of the incantation, Siegel could clearly hear the beating of the spear man's heart, and he could clearly see the roar of blood flowing within his body. This is a strong orc, with strong fur, muscles, internal organs, and bones, but can he exercise blood? Siegel concentrated, shaking the orc's blood, causing it to flow through its veins like a wild horse.

The effect was immediate, and the spear man tilted his body and fell to his knees under the surprised gaze of everyone. Half of his face was flushed, the other half white as wax paper, and the next second the two sides exchanged strange looks. The spear man opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, but he still felt tired all over, a strong feeling of suffocation. Siegel quickly got the hang of it, using his voice to control the vibrations of the orc's blood and focusing the spell on the tiny blood vessels of the spearman's ears. For the orc, he immediately heard a low roar, and a majestic voice echoed in his head: "Obey!"

Coupled with a little dread, Siegel shattered the orc's self-confidence. I saw the spearman drop his weapon, kneel on the ground, and hit his head heavily. "I surrender!" the orc took a sharp breath and said with all the strength of his body, "I am willing to be a servant of the witch priest, sacrifice my blood and life, and the beastmaster god bears witness to my oath!" After saying that, he prostrated over and made a gesture to kiss the ring on Siegel's hand.

However, Siegel didn't want him to swear a real oath, otherwise the Beastmaster God would probably hear this and be angry. Siegel is a human, and the Beastmaster God is very proud and will not let his people serve any other race. Siegel withdrew his hand into his robe, covered it quietly, and then said calmly, "I don't need your loyalty. What I need is a wolf, not a dog. How do you prove yourself?"

"I'll fight for you. "Anyone who wants to threaten you must first step over my long knife and my corpse. ”

"Good. Let's start by holding this position. Siegel stood up and reversed the spell effect so that the orc's blood could carry more nutrients throughout his body, which made the spearman feel refreshed and energized. He kowtowed heavily to the ground, then grabbed his long-handled knife and straightened up, staring at the orcs around him, holding off potential challengers with a vicious and hideous face.

"Stay here, and if I come back and the place is gone, then I hope you're either dead or running away. But if you are alive to protect this position, I will reward you. Siegel stood up and waved his hand to Linko to lead the way. I can't be trapped here, I haven't seen most of the town, I haven't bought anything, I haven't heard anything, I have to take the initiative, I can't let this cunning dwarf fool me, Siegel thought to himself.

To do a full set of plays, Lin Ke can only keep up. He was short, but he was fast, and as a result, his chainmail was shaking and shaking—it wasn't as good as the one I made at the dwarf grocery store, Siegel laughed. Linko rushed to the front in a few steps and guided Siegel in the direction of the slave market. And the "Witch Priest" left the lodging area behind him, under the gaze of many orcs, with confidence and majesty, without squinting, through the crowd. Siegel deliberately made this gesture of not caring about the threat, secretly observing everything around him with the eyes of a raven. He has the means, and he is not a fool, so naturally he will not pin his safety on the "rules" or "promises" of the orcs.

The noisiest part of the whole Bacon Town is the slave market, where donkey carts are usually used, slaves in iron cages are constantly sold, and orcs will bargain with cattle, sheep or iron tools. There will also be coins from the South, all obtained through looting. The orcs could not use it to buy things in human cities, so they could only use it as gold and silver, causing a great depreciation of the coin. Many black-hearted, bold, and incorruptible merchants would go to the orcs to exchange wine and iron for gold coins, and then make a fortune from the value of the coin. However, most of those merchants would go to the coastal ports in the east, and rarely go inland. At least Siegel didn't see a single human merchant in Bacontown.

Because they heard that the orc general Kaka would return with a large amount of loot, and they also knew that there would be a lot of newly captured slaves in the booty, the orcs in the bazaar were trying to "clear the stock". Siegel saw three slave trading booths, each surrounded by five or six potential buyers, with guards and slave leaders, and the number of slaves on the stage was about the same number as the audience.

The "goods" were young and old, mostly malnourished and standing listlessly. They only had thick hemp rope tied to their hands, and only two or three leather whips were guarded, but none of them dared to resist, obediently obeyed the order, stepped forward, opened their mouths, squatted, spun in circles, and jumped. Siegel took a deep breath, and it was hard to imagine what kind of power could bend human nature to this point. Every human being is born free, it is the nature and beauty of life, and slavery stifles this beauty.

"Witch Priest. Lin Ke asked in a similar way, "What do you want to buy?"

"Materials. Siegel said softly, "Start with herbs and animal bones. ”

The northern part of the Walled Mountains is home to many endemic animals that live in cold climates for a long time, often being ice resistant or flame-friendly. Siegel walked slowly on the muddy ground, his gaze sweeping over the stalls on the ground. Orcs will choose slaves who can count and send them over to sell things. Only if it is sold well, it will be exempt from the whip, and maybe there will be a piece of meat to eat, so the slaves are very hard to shout. Most of them spread a piece of cloth on the ground as a stall and put things out one by one. There are many things that even the seller doesn't know what they are, so most of the shouting that Siegel hears is about the owner of the item.

"Captain Buga once defeated the Elven Frontier Patrol's Chief Ranger in a one-on-one battle, and these are his trophies!" a slave shouted. Siegel looked down, not believing that the Elven Ranger would cross the area controlled by Waterdeep and come to the Walled Mountains to fight the orcs head-on, and use dwarf-style equipment. However, there is a rune stone in the cargo, which seems to be in good condition and may be repaired. Sigaldo paused for two steps, and the slave, thinking that he had attracted the buyer, shouted louder.

Siegel frowned and gave up the rune stone. He felt that he was a little ill-conceived, that it was a bit ostentatious to use the identity of a witch priest to market the market, and that he was unwilling to solve all problems with violence like a real orc. In a situation like the one just now, the orcs will use their fists to educate the seller when he should keep his mouth shut. Siegel knew the right thing to do, but he just couldn't do it.

He decided to speed up his actions so that the time would not be too long. Siegel pulled out a bag containing silver nuggets of various sizes, cut from the Blood Mage's silver ingot. Although silver is soft and cannot be used in weapons, it is a good thing to use to make amulets. Moreover, black market merchants from the south will collect cash, so it is more convenient to use this transaction. "Lin Ke, walk briskly, whatever I mean, you will buy. ”

"Okay!"

Siegel quickly picked out some herbs, animal bones and teeth, and some colorful stones. He also bought a few amulets, but he didn't need them - if they had worked, they wouldn't have been sold here. Siegel saw that several talismans might have used relatively rare additives that could be used to make some magic weapons. In the absence of a wand, magic weapons are also an alternative. For example, using yellow corundum as the main material, using sulfur and gold dust added to the molten aluminum to depict a magic circle, and then inlaid on an iron ring holder, the mage can cast most of the fire elemental spells, as if he had a magic wand. Few mages do this now, after all, wands can replace all magic weapons, and they are cheaper and easier to use.

Siegel has the Bloodstone and the Dragon's Blood in his space, and he has gathered the remaining materials in the bazaar, and he can try to make a magic weapon of blood magic when he returns. It would be best to make other magic tools if possible, but Siegel turned around twice, but he couldn't get the materials together.

After all, this is not Waterwater, and there is not such a developed business. Siegel decided to stop in moderation and told Linko to start the return journey. I don't know what happened to the accommodation area, whether the orc Akus was still alive. Just as he was about to leave the bazaar, four orcs stopped him.

These guys were clearly not ordinary orcs, and they wore iron-clad armor of a similar style—a good piece of protective gear in the north, modeled after a human cuirass. The chest of each armor is stamped with red paint with a logo with only three fingers and a palm. They stopped in front of Siegel, bowed slightly, and then said, "This witch priest, our Lord Karug Bloody Hand, please come over for a moment. ”

"Is he a general?" Siegel asked.

"No, he's also a witch priest. The orcs moved out of the way, and one of them reached out in a gesture of please.

It seems that this is a date that must be attended.