"This place is terrible. Siegel rubbed his stiff knees and lifted his hood to look at the current bacon town.

"There's a worse place in the wasteland than that, you just haven't seen it. Lin Ke spat black spit on the ground, and by the way, he cleaned up the tobacco residue between his teeth. "Do you think every place is as comfortable as Rock Village? That's fifteen years of my life. Bacon Town, this is just a trading center, in addition to maintaining the order of buying and selling, Kaka will not bother to tidy up here. ”

From the eyes of the demon pet raven, Siegel looked down on the city, and at that time he only felt that it was messy, corrupt, filthy, and uncomfortable from afar. The town is a mixture of the black of the sludge, the yellow-green of the orcs, the purple of the bloodstains, and the grayish-white of the vomit to create this unaesthetic place. Now approaching in person, surrounded by the smell and noise of the city, Siegel only felt dizzy and wanted to escape from the place far away.

But he still has things to do, and it is his own choice to come here, and he can't turn around and go back before he enters the gate. He went over his outfit again, making sure that every skin that might be exposed was covered with clothing: gloves, bracers, scarves, capes, hoods, and most importantly, a mask. Siegel used the same method used to create the Seal Ring, using silver, copper, tin, and lead to create a vicious mask to hide his human face.

In addition to this, he also wore the necklace, belt, and ring of the original witch sacrifice, as well as a headband with animal teeth. As long as no one lifts his mask, his true identity should not be discovered.

In the Wasteland of Tears, it is easy not to dare to have orcs make a move on the witch sacrifice, they are afraid of the magic of the witch sacrifice, they are afraid of being cursed, and they are even more afraid that there will be no one to treat them after being injured. So Lin Ke swaggered into Bacon Town with Siegel, and the orc sentry in front of the door didn't dare to collect money at all, and ran over and knelt on the ground to kiss Siegel's ring.

Siegel resisted the urge to draw his sword in self-defense, and let the orc's mouth kiss his finger. He uttered a few words of blessing and waved his hand for the guards to leave. The orcs obediently obeyed the order, and happily searched for the other people lining up to enter the city.

Orcs don't produce, they basically live only by plundering. In fact, they also have farmland, fruit trees, livestock, and mines. But there wasn't a single orc doing the work, all of them were slaves, lots of slaves. Slaves come from war, so the orcs don't stop fighting, and they also come from trafficking, so there are so many orc slave ships on the sea. Slaves also beget slaves, who have toiled for orcs for generations. Whether it is the New World or the Old World, this is the scene on the territory of the orcs, and the whole society is built on the lives of slaves.

From birth, slaves were assigned jobs based on the health of the newborn's limbs and the characteristics of the orc blood. Orcs have tattoos on their foreheads, grass is a farmer, bones are a trainer, axes are woodcutters, iron pickaxes are absenteeism, triangles are handymen and servants, and rings are gilders. Orcs do not have tattoos on their bodies for the time being, and if they can fight, they can redeem themselves with military exploits and spoils of war to get rid of slavery.

The streets were chaotic, full of orcs shouting, swearing, and fighting. Watch the hilarious laugh hysterically and throw the two orcs who are rolling in the mud with mud. A few orc children laughed, muttering in their language to their companions that they didn't know what they were talking about. Several innocent slaves were drawn into the brawl and were beaten to the ground in a few seconds.

This is not the time to intervene, it can only be done one thing at a time, and there is not enough power to do a good job of listening to information and saving slaves together. Siegel now had no choice but to close his eyes, pray for the slaves, and continue on his own path. If the orcs can suffer a big loss, maybe the slaves here will be able to get out of the current predicament. Didn't the people south of the Walled Mountains know about the slavery here? In fact, everyone knew it, but it was only for various reasons, especially for the fighting power of the orc army, that they had not been able to overthrow this system.

Siegel observed his surroundings as he followed Linko towards the center of the town. He tried not to pay attention to the corpses of slaves hanging from the gallows, but to memorize the layout and function of the town. But the corpses were so striking that most of them had been captured for the failure of the escape attempt, and were skinned along with their families, dyed, and hung in a conspicuous place as a warning to other slaves. Sometimes there is no escaper for a long time, and the orcs will also randomly grab a slave, skin it, and hang it. So as long as it is the territory of the skinned warlord Waga, there will be no shortage of skinless corpses on the gallows. Siegel felt it carefully, and for some reason, there didn't seem to be an enchantment that detected magic, which meant that magic could be used.

"Here, this is the trading area, let's live here first. Lin Ke suddenly pointed to a clearing and said.

"Here?" said Siegel saw only rows of open-air bunks, barely free from mud and sewage, and covered with double straw mats filled with straw. The orcs stuck some wooden poles around the bed, and then propped up the patched canvas roof. There are no walls, no doors or windows, and each occupant is next to the other, so there is no concept of privacy. Siegel also saw several orcs copulating in broad daylight, and other orcs were accustomed to it, and would judge each other.

There was also no kitchen or dining room, so everyone had to eat the food they had brought with them, or let the slaves make a fire to cook. The only thing for sale is liquor. There are grain wines such as ale wine, fruit wines such as red wine, and local wine made from potatoes and mushrooms, and "honey wine" made with blood, all of which have a common feature that they are so mixed with water that you can clearly distinguish whether it is well water or snow water, but they are still selling well, and orcs rush to buy them to water their thirsty throats. Lin Ke also did not drink these things, saying that the wine was "very inferior" and tasteless. He would share spruce tea with Siegel and squeeze a few drops of honey, which he called "the last treat."

The mage looked around and felt that something was wrong. There's no more crowded place in the whole of Bacon Town. Now there were more than twenty orcs gathered, and their slaves were twice as many as their own. Not to mention casting spells, you can't even lift the mask and eat. Siegel looked at Linko with a cautious gaze, but could not see anything from his expression.

"There's not a secluded corner where you can be quiet?"

"Only a coward would go to the edge of no one. The short and fat village chief said sincerely: "The so-called quiet place will continue to be taken advantage of, but it will be more annoying. You follow me, I know where it's best. ”

They made it straight to the center, where there was a small empty space. Many orcs are eyeing this place, but they don't dare to get too close. Only orcs of the rank of general would dare to use this best bed, and the others must be prepared to face the sword. If you are strong enough, you will naturally be able to win a place, and even win the favor of some generals, and it is not impossible to be promoted to a commander in one step. When Siegel arrived, he could faintly see undried blood in the mud, and fragments of teeth and internal organs in the mud.

"As a witch priest, your status is higher than that of a thousand commanders, and some generals are not as good as you, so you can stay here. If someone dares to make trouble, don't be polite, just kill!" Lin Ke said viciously: "Orcs actually don't understand anything, only what it means to kill!"

The word "kill" makes Siegel feel conflicted, on the one hand, he is suspicious, and on the other hand, his blood is boiling. During the war, he, a young man, had been suppressing his killing intent, especially when he saw miserable slaves along the way, which aroused the killing heart of the evil orcs. He had read a number of new spells from the Blood Mage's spell books, and while some of them were cruel and terrifying, Siegel felt that they could be used on orc slave owners. Therefore, the hot-blooded young man in his heart was eager to try, and he almost shouted: "Who is not convinced?!" But the rational thinking side of the mage was always reminding him to see more, listen more, and think more. But even so, a murderous gaze shot out from behind the mask and swept over the surrounding orcs. The orcs were very sensitive to this atmosphere, and subconsciously avoided a little longer.

"And what are we going to do, wait?" Siegel asked in a low voice.

"Unless you want to go to the slave market for something. Linko moved his ass to the bed and teased, "There are sometimes beautiful girls for sale here, and I've always wanted one, after all, looking at orcs is really bad for the eyes - even when the light is dark." Do you have any money, though?"

Siegel nodded. 'Gems, magic scrolls, dragon teeth, dragon bones, I believe these are all things that can be sold for a good price. The mage thought to himself, but he didn't know if it would be risky to take these things.

"Then we can't go now. Lin Ke shook his head and said, "We will stay in this position for at least half a day until there are no challengers." Believe me, after a while there will be blind guys coming up. You want intelligence, okay, you have to be famous, or no one will trade with you. ”

"Well, I'll see. This sentence refers both to the surrounding orcs and to Linko.

Siegel sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate. The Raven Pet rests on his shoulder, scouting the surroundings and preventing sneak attacks. Such an attitude makes the orcs scratch their heads, they are instinctively afraid of witch sacrifices, but it is not according to the rules if they do not go up and fight. A few orcs cursed in their hearts, how could there be a witch priest who came to this place in Bacon Town and occupied the position of a general? This has never been encountered before, how to deal with it? Bacon Town has never had management rules, so only Kaka can decide what to do. Seeing that time is gradually passing, there are already people who can't hold it back.

Several orcs opened the market and tempted the "spear man" Akus to challenge him with ale. "It's just a witch sacrifice, but you have to follow the rules here. You can rest assured, as long as you don't get splashed with his blood through the fist gloves, you will be fine. The first punch must hit him in the mouth so that he can't utter a curse. ”

Raven watched as Brock drank two glasses of ale, as fast and as fast as a drinker's heartbeat. The spear man is muscular, with a wide jaw and a huge rosacea nose, and carries a long knife in his hand. He doesn't use a spear, so the origin of his nickname "spear man" can be imagined. Siegel opened his eyes, and after just one look, he estimated the length of the spearman's arm and the threat range of his weapon. Long knives are just a façade and are not at all suitable for hand-to-hand combat. The real threat can only come from his iron fist, which appears to be part of some kind of full-body armor.

Whether it was loot or scavenging, Siegel didn't know, and didn't want to know. The spearman walked towards him step by step, and Siegel began to silently cast a spell with his fingers rubbing against a blood-red stone hanging from his waist.