Threatened by razor-sharp spears and blood-dripping knives, the landland slaves who had been violently suppressed soon fell silent.

The miserable white faces with desperate eyes stared at the weapons in the hands of the Wuli warriors, trembling and being led by the indigenous servants with hemp ropes, and staggered into the trees in the distance.

Tens of thousands of slaves lined up in a long line of more than a dozen kilometers in the deep woods of Hell Island, staggering along the forest paths, full of fear in their hearts.

A few hours later, the slaves, who had been slaughtered as soon as they got off the boat, and who had no idea what the miserable situation would befall in the future, came exhausted to a wide valley and were surprised to find many long and narrow wooden boats moored in the rushing freshwater river.

On the riverside, many natives who looked to be teenagers picked up the thick slices of fragrant roast meat that were piled up in wooden barrels beside them, handed them to the slaves, and shouted in unison in the fluent lingua franca of the Green Leaf Continent with a gentle attitude: "Please don't panic, obey the order and you will not be harmed."

Now Lord Rutuya will untie the ropes for everyone, please board the ship in turn, and those who flee will never be forgiven..."

As the young native spoke, a strong native smeared with blood-red sap and four feathers on top of his head slowly rose from the rushing river.

The surging water under his feet continued to rise like a fountain of water until his feet rose to a height of seven or eight meters, and the leader of the Wuli warriors looked down with a proud and cold gaze at the thousands of land-based people slowly pouring from the jungle to the river valley under his feet, grinning and roaring silently, his body swelled and turned into an iron-blue three-legged giant. Firmly stomp on the outside of your feet.

Suddenly, the river that supported the warrior leader to rise into the air was frozen into ice crystals, which suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny ice blades and splashing towards the landers not far away, cutting the hemp rope that bound the slave's hands in one fell swoop.

"Mana power, good, so powerful mana power..."Originally, seeing the natives flying into the sky with the flow of water, the slaves just endured and did not make a sound, at this time, the ice blade slashed coldly on their wrists, and some people finally lost their voices and exclaimed.

Immediately after the voice, the slaves realized that they had committed a taboo and covered their mouths in horror. only to find that no natives paid attention to themselves. The natives around them, whether they were gentle teenagers, capable handymen, tough warriors, or terrible spellcasters, all made unusually pious expressions, and their mouths were muttering something.

"Hobie, what are those Helleners talking about, don't you look like you're trying to take our living sacrifice spirits?" The young man, whose face was covered in mud, saw that the natives had acquiesced to the slaves' words. He looked a little weak to the one next to him. But the middle-aged man, whose eyes still flashed with a strange brilliance in a desperate situation, whispered.

"Your Highness, the Hellmen were indeed praying to a powerful earth god, and the believers of the Hell god who listened to the prayers were counted in 'billions'. The weak middle-aged man replied in a calm tone: "He doesn't like living sacrifices, so these natives will not sacrifice us, but send us to a town to let us convert and believe in that earth god." ”

"Billions, even if it's just an adjective, the strength of that barbarian tribe ruled by spirits must be very strong," the embarrassed young man suddenly cheered up, and said in a low voice: "I've tasted enough of the taste of the local faith, do you want to change the taste, hmph, this may be an opportunity for us, an opportunity..."

It seems absurd that he has fallen to the point of such precariousness, but still wants to find an opportunity to resist the mercy of fate, but this kind of perseverance and perseverance is a trait that a truly strong person must have.

Seeing the young man's unyielding expression hidden behind the mud, the weak middle-aged man showed a smile of relief, "Even if there is a chance, it is a matter of the future, Your Highness, what we have to do now is to live, to live under the rule of these cruel Hellmen, because only in this way can there be a future..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young men of Hell began to distribute the slices of meat, reminding them loudly that they must be in order, or they would be put to death if they made any disturbances.

While he began to guide the slaves to board the wooden ship in batches with the handymen.

Soon the weak middle-aged man and the indomitable young man at the front of the line received the meat slices and slowly walked towards the river in a neat line, and by the time they devoured the roast meat and marched towards the vast future, Zhang Lisheng had already boarded the flagship of the landland caravan and was chatting on the deck with Vitas, who had claimed the cruelty of the Wuli warriors a few hours earlier.

"I am a scholar, and the most beautiful character in me is the scientific spirit, and the core of the scientific spirit is to make bold assumptions and carefully verify them. In the setting sun, which turned the entire sea red, the young man said eloquently, "So I want to get in touch with the tribal leader from the 'Angry Seas' and go to that magical place to verify some of my previous evolutionary hypotheses.

In fact, this is also a good thing for your allegiance family, Mr. Vitas, while I strive for the opportunity to study biology in the most mysterious areas of the Hell Islands, you will also strengthen your friendship with him by fulfilling the wishes of the native nobleman..."

"Oh, Mr. Li Sheng," Vitas interrupted him with a sly smile that was unmoved by what Zhang Li Sheng had said, "I value being your friend more than cementing a friendship with the leader of the natives from the 'Furious Seas'. ”

The clever and hypocritical merchant pointed to the fleet around him, "For a merchant, nothing is as attractive as the truth. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, was silent for a few seconds, and then said with a dumb smile: "Okay, Mr. Vitas, as long as I can meet the indigenous nobleman of the 'Angry Sea', you will get my friendship and practical benefits.

But I can ask you how you know that I have a lot of status in the Wuli tribe, and Lu Qi relied on me to get the right to trade, it's hard to imagine?"

"It's very simple, Your Excellency," Vitas immediately changed his name after hearing the black-haired young man in front of him admit his speculation without any prevarication, "The Hell tribe that trades with caravans can 'eat' 25,000 slaves at once, which must be very large, and Mr. Luqi is a liar who can only talk about it and has little talent.

The story you mentioned about who was originally doing hard labor, but later met him and got a comfortable life, and was free to study animals on the island, sounded reasonable, but he couldn't bear to ponder at all, a tribe of such powerful natives would not take into account the feelings of the mainland merchants who came to trade, they were savage but not stupid, and knew who was asking for whom.

The second is that with Lu Qi's stingy character and financial resources that only live on his mouth, even if the natives cared about his feelings, he would never pay any price for a good life for a scholar he just knew.

And—" the middle-aged man's face with a hypocritical expression at all times flashed with a sincere smile, "how can your bearing and the confidence shown by that expression that is never humble or arrogant be possessed by an ordinary scholar."

Finally, it is not inconceivable that a lander will be treated in a high courtesy in the Hell tribe, and there are legends in some hidden circles that some ancient landers have been given a high position in the tribe because they have offered precious things to the leaders of the barbarian tribes, and the protagonists of such stories are mostly scholars like you.

After all, useful knowledge is the most valuable treasure everywhere, isn't it?"

"I have given the Wuli people a lot of the 'most precious treasures' you talked about, so they are called 'wise ones'," Zhang Lisheng showed an appreciative expression on his face after listening to Vitas's tirade, "Remember this route, if you meet my requirements, you will be able to trade with the natives here alone."

For a businessman, two sources of goods are better than one, isn't it?"

"Of course," replied Vitas, bowing politely, "rest assured, I will grant you your wish in the shortest possible time, Your Excellency." ”

"Then we'll see. The young man smiled slightly, looked in the direction of the continent in the distance, and said in a low voice.

After the two reached a consensus in a few words, the god Wu Li was overjoyed because he was sure that there was indeed a native leader from the 'Angry Waves Sea' living in Heinheimman City, and he ordered the Wu Li Tou people to continue to complete the war preparations, and be sure to show the strongest strength of the tribe and cross the sea to conquer the 'Angry Waves Sea in one fell swoop' at the right opportunity;

As an agent of a powerful family in the city-state of Cataman, Vitas is excited to find a new route flowing with gold, and always tries his best to make friends with Zhang Lisheng in his spare time.

Comparing their happy mood, Lu Qi couldn't help but be furious when he learned that Vitas had seen through his little tricks and obtained Zhang Lisheng's trade commitment after a conversation.

It's a pity that for this shell merchant who relied on the god Wuli on Hell Island to get trade privileges, and on land, both wealth and power are far below the loyal family of Vitas, there is nothing to do but be angry.

Time passed like this, and it only took half a day for the lander caravan to 'unload', but it took half a month to load the Scorpion Island's specialties.

Even Vitas, who had repeatedly promised to let Zhang Lisheng get his wish as soon as possible, was extremely patient when selecting the goods, after all, risking his life to cross the Hell Sea to trade, how could he not maximize his benefits at a critical moment.

Finally, before the south-facing trade winds of the sea blew, the convoy's cargo holds were filled with valuable timber, mines, animal skins and pickled ingredients with special functions, and the satisfied merchants did not delay any longer, and after giving many flashy gifts to the leaders of the Wuli tribe who had helped them select the goods, they set sail and left Scorpion Island in a state of surprise. (To be continued......)