Blood Prison Mountain, extremely deep.
The blood was boiling, the turbid waves were rolling, and a long blood-colored river rushed past. In the river that was several feet deep, jagged boulders with strange shapes could be vaguely seen.
By the river, metal stakes as thick as water tanks are dug deeply into the boulders. Each stake is connected to hundreds of iron chains as thick as little fingers. The chains are densely covered with barbs, and there are even bloody runes looming.
Metal stakes like this are so densely packed on the stone ground by the river that you can't even see them at a glance.
Countless thin iron chains extended into the river and were still vibrating violently.
Through the river water, there is a harsh "ding-ding" sound of the collision of gold and iron, which is extremely harsh and dense like rain.
Suddenly, a burst of red light flashed on an iron chain, the iron chain tightened, and then quickly pulled back up.
Accompanied by a piercing scream, a muscular man with no hair, carrying a set of chisel tools in his left hand and a piece of scarlet ore the size of a human head in his arms, was pulled back to the shore by iron chains.
The strong man returned to the shore and lay down, panting out of breath.
The thin metal chain was divided into three at the end, two of which passed through the bones of his shoulders, and the other was directly wrapped around his neck. The barbs were tearing at his flesh, and blood was dripping from deep into the skin.
The blood-colored river water was full of strange corrosive power. The skin of the strong man had been soaked with white ulcers everywhere, and blood was constantly seeping out of it.
On the man's wrist, there was an ordinary metal plate, engraved with the title of 'a certain general of the Sui Chao frontier army, which town, which army, which team'. A strange demonic rune was engraved on the metal sign. The rune shone brightly, protecting the metal sign from being corroded by the bloody river water.
On the man's face, like marking an animal with the owner's mark, a palm-sized word "slave" was carved deeply into the flesh and blood of his forehead, reaching as deep as the bone. Even the words "old man" were carved into his bones. Deep, old deep.
"This river is full of blood-patterned steel. This is an excellent material for forging weapons." Blood Prison stood on a big rock by the river, looking at the strong man who struggled to crawl back from the river and lay on the ground panting again.
Several little demons who had not yet fully transformed into human forms, either with heads, limbs, bodies and tails, but in short retaining some of the characteristics of the original animal body, walked over slowly, picked up the ore in the hands of the strong man, and then placed it in his hands. A piece of dark bacon with some salt particles stuck to it was dropped in front of him.
"Hurry up and eat, hurry up and get into the water... Do you still think this is your general's mansion? Hey, today, there is still two thousand kilograms left, so hurry up." A little demon with a leopard head and a leopard tail swung behind him, proudly Yangyang kicked the strong man in the head.
"Weapons made of blood-patterned steel can corrode wounds and cause uninterrupted bleeding. Unless you are in the realm of gods, your divine body is different from ordinary people and can discharge the corrosive power of wounds relatively quickly. Others, even those at the peak of the womb realm Even if you have poor physical fitness, you will be in danger of death due to continued blood loss."
Blood Prison held his hands in front of his chest and said with a smile: "Sister, the evil winds and evil spirits born here in Blood Prison Mountain are so strong that there are no other specialties. Only by relying on this blood-patterned steel can I exchange for the food, clothing, and food. Pill."
Nodding happily, Xue Yu said with a smile: "However, you have helped my sister a lot these days. You have captured so many Sui Dynasty soldiers alive. Selling them alone is a lot of money. Tsk, these two years, I can live a good life. It’s more comfortable.”
The social structure of the Western Demon Kingdom is similar to that of primitive beast tribes. Each tribe relies on instinct to exercise its power. Small groups rely on large groups, and large groups rely on giant groups. They define their respective territories through fighting and fighting.
The economic model here basically has no basic model, no fixed equivalents, no fixed production relations, and is still in the extremely primitive barter stage.
Blood Prison did make a good deal this time.
Pei Feng led the big and small demons from Blood Prison Mountain and cooperated with several giant demon lords nearby to capture countless Sui Dynasty soldiers who had been cut off.
Nowadays, there are several giant demon lords in the northwest of the Western Demon Kingdom. They are opening up territory towards the periphery and occupying the boss's territory. They are short of slaves to work as coolies. These Sui Dynasty soldiers who were accomplished, well-trained, strong and capable of enduring hard labor became the best candidates.
So Blood Prison took the opportunity to take action and exchanged the hands of those giant demon lords for mountains of Yuanjing, countless medicinal materials and food, countless swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons.
With these things, the standing regular army in Blood Prison Mountain can be quickly expanded to more than ten times from the current 130,000 to 40,000 people.
It doesn’t matter if you’re not happy in Blood Prison.
Pei Feng stood next to the Blood Prison, watching the lights flashing on the metal piles, and watching the former Sui Dynasty soldiers struggling out of the river panting. As soon as they got out of the water, they lay on the shore and panted, handing over pieces of bloody steel ore in exchange for pieces of bacon, big or small, depending on the little demon's mood.
"My sister has a grudge against Sui Dynasty?" Pei Feng looked at the Sui Dynasty soldiers and couldn't help but ask about Blood Prison.
The identity tags identifying these slaves were well protected with demon talismans. If Pei Feng didn't believe that the Blood Prison would not be able to protect these Sui Dynasty soldiers in the bloody water.
This makes it clear that they deliberately used the river water to torture these unlucky Sui Dynasty officers and soldiers.
"Of course, there is." Blood Prison was silent for a while, looking up at the bloody clouds floating in the sky.
"It is not easy to survive in the western demon country, and all races basically rely on instinct." Blood Prison said calmly: "My body is a blood-killing peacock, and I am an innate demon born from heaven and earth. However, it seems that I am inherently deficient. In fact, It's a bad egg. After it hatches, it becomes extremely weak and has no ability to survive at all."
"My adoptive mother is an old turtledove that hasn't even fully transformed."
"She didn't know where she picked me up as an egg, and she spent a lot of effort to hatch me out. She didn't know how many snakes she fought off when I had no fighting power at all. Rats and ants protected me.”
Xue Yu lowered her head, waved her right hand, and a bloody whip shadow flew out from her fingertips, hitting a Sui Dynasty general hard.
This whip was extremely heavy and almost split the general's body.
Blood Prison said coldly: "When I grew up a little, the power of my bloodline was activated a little, and I had a certain ability to protect myself, my adoptive mother disappeared..."
"Later, I found out that the eldest prince of the Sui Dynasty, Feng Rong, liked good food. To celebrate the birth of his eldest grandson, he held a large banquet, including a cup of soup made from a ten thousand-year-old turtle dove."
"My adoptive mother was captured alive by the big demon and sold to Feng Rong."
"The price is just a set of spirit-class armor crafted by Sui Dynasty."
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