Half an hour later, Torvald's slave caravan moved forward again.
But now he no longer had the excitement just now... The burning right palm was still aching. He recalled what happened half an hour ago, and still felt a little unbelievable.
A magician, instead of using magic, used sword skills to easily defeat his guards. Then he branded a rather mysterious magic circle on his palm. The other party had only one request, and that was to bring him into Perth as a slave.
Torvald looked back at the long line of slaves behind him. The magician from just now has already mixed in, wearing a black robe and a hood. Now even he has no way to recognize that person is that terrible magician.
A wind blew up in the desert, rolling up hot yellow sand and falling on his head and neck, making it unbearably hot. Torvald hastily put on his hood and veil.
After being cut off from the desert's hot wind and hot sand, Torvald's mood suddenly became gloomy. He really didn't want to participate in the battle between the noble forces, but the other party came to him, and he didn't even have a choice. The magic circle in the palm of his hand has been reminding him that his own life is in the hands of others, so he can't help but listen.
The slave caravan moved forward slowly, and the city of Perth was getting closer and closer, and gradually the city gate could be seen clearly.
A guard next to him rode a camel and approached Torvald as if nothing had happened. He put the hand holding the rein on his abdomen and made a few subtle gestures.
This is the code word of the caravan, and Torvald certainly knows what it means: When we get to the city gate, I will cover you and try to alert the city guards.
Torvald shook his index finger twice, then showed his right hand to the guard. The lavender magic circle imprinted on the palm flickered.
The guard's expression became ugly, and he slowly distanced himself from his master again.
Beta hid among the slaves, smiling slightly. He knew what Torvald had done with the guard just now. The magic circle was not a lethal magic circle, but a surveillance one. Magic is a very mysterious thing. If there is a magician here, he will naturally know what it does, but the problem is that the guards of this caravan are all warriors who don't understand magic and whose intelligence is below the level. , When encountering such a nagging thing, one will definitely be afraid.
No matter what, the slave caravan still reached the gate of the city.
Seeing such a long team, the city guards in charge of defense immediately surrounded them. Torvald held up a sign high, while the other guards held their weapons high with both hands.
In Senland, this is a necessary ceremony for large business groups to enter the city to prove that they are not hostile.
More than 200 city guards surrounded the city gate tightly. The city guard was a middle-aged man with a long brown beard. Someone takes off his veil.
Tova pulled off the black veil on his face, looked at the other party with a smile and said, "Your Excellency Bush, long time no see."
"It turned out to be you." The city guard looked at the long line outside the city gate, and said, "There must be at least five hundred people, you guys made it this time."
Torvald turned over and got off the camel, walked up to Bush, flicked his wrist lightly, and a few gold coins fell into the opponent's pocket. The whole process was smooth and smooth, except for the two parties, no one else could see what happened just now matter.
Feeling that his pockets became heavier, the city guard Bush smiled gratifiedly: "Your Excellency Torvald really has a pioneering spirit, you are the first person who can bring so many slaves into our desert kingdom, and you will definitely accomplish a lot in the future .”
Just now he was arrogant, but after getting the bribe, his attitude changed immediately. Torvald has long been accustomed to this kind of thing, he said with a smile: "These slaves have buyers who are eager to get them, or you can check them casually, Mr. Bush."
Bush's small eyes smiled even more happily: "Then I'll check it casually."
With a wave of his fat hand, several city guards ran into the crowd of slaves, casually lifted up the black hoods of a few slaves, revealing numb, thin, miserable faces.
"It seems that they are indeed goods, let's go into the city." Bush waved his army hand and made way with his city guards.
The mighty slave caravan entered the city, and the streets were surrounded by layers of onlookers, pointing and envious. In the past, Torvald would definitely be blissful, enjoying the gazes of others, but now he is terrified, for fear that the magician among the slaves will start killing as soon as he enters the city.
After all, in legends, magicians have weird personalities. For example, the earth-fire dual-line magicians in their desert kingdom often kill people in the street when they disagree with each other.
He just walked all the way in fear, until he came to the slave market, and he didn't see the magician lose his temper. The person in charge of the slave market came over, and they looked at the more than 700 slaves in black robes in surprise. The black and thin person in charge greeted and asked his subordinates to start removing the black robes of these slaves. At the same time, he said to Torvald in amazement: "You brought back at least 700 slaves this time. You have made a fortune." .I didn’t expect that so many people would survive by adding a black robe to them. You are really willing to invest money.”
Torvald smiled, looking a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself, seeing that this group of slaves was about to be handed over, why didn't the magician come out by himself... Could it be that he planned to wait for someone else to brand him as a slave
Of course, this is impossible. With the self-esteem of a magician, as long as someone dares to do this, the other party will blow up the slave meeting place without saying a word, and at that time, once the matter is held accountable, he who brought the magician into the city, It will definitely be bad luck.
When he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt a coolness in the palm of his hand, and when he looked down, the frightening magic circle had disappeared.
The magician is gone? Torvald suddenly felt a burst of relief, and then he said to the person in charge of the slave farm: "Help me sell all these slaves. At a price lower than 10% of the market, I think they should be sold soon."
The person in charge shouted in surprise: "Torvald, are you stupid? These are more than 700 slaves, and the price is 10% less. You will lose at least dozens of gold coins."
"It can't be helped." Torvald pretended to be helpless: "I have a more important business to rush to other places. If I stay for a long time, it will be too late. The price is less than 10% , I think a lot of people are willing to take over."
"As long as it is confirmed that these slaves have no diseases, I am willing to take over." The person in charge looked at the other party with burning eyes: "The question is, are you willing to sell them to me?"
"As long as the money can be paid in one lump sum, it's the same to anyone."
The person in charge fixed his eyes and shouted to the servants behind him: "Go and inspect these pigs brought in from outside, pick out the good ones, and leave the bad ones where they are. I will give you three hours Time, do you understand?"
Torvald looked at those people inspecting the slaves. He looked normal on the surface, but he was very anxious in his heart. He hoped that these people could inspect the slaves quickly and give him the money, and then he could leave these places of right and wrong quickly. There is a feeling that something big is going to happen to this place.
At this time, Beta had already walked onto the street. He was wearing a black robe of the god of the underworld with a hood. On the surface, he looked similar to the other sand people who had just come in from the outside. No one would notice him at all. different.
Trump's manor is easy to find. Beta stood in front of the top-floor customers of a tavern, looking at the manor not far away.
And Joan of Arc has already hovered in the space, monitoring every move of the manor.
Shirley, Emma, and Alice were picking magic scrolls. Although they have their own magic system and abilities, it is safer to have a few more magic scrolls on them.
Not much later, a carriage entered the manor from the outside. The curtain of the carriage was drawn up. Beta had very good eyesight and could see a beautiful young woman sitting in the carriage. According to the appearance of the woman, he concluded that this person is the 'Ivanka' mentioned in the mouse intelligence.
Beta waited for the three to finish selecting the scrolls, then turned around and said, "Ivanka has returned to the manor, but I am sure she is not a vampire, because she can move naturally under the sun. But she is very suspicious, I suspect her Have direct contact with the true ancestor of the vampire."
Emma was a little strange: "how can you be so sure."
Beta said: "Because I vaguely felt the smell of dark energy emanating from the carriage just now. Although the dark energy of the Underworld Temple is also gloomy, it is not aggressive. But the dark energy just now is full of resentment. I can use dark energy Yes, it doesn't have to be a vampire, but a vampire will definitely use dark energy."
"Go straight in now?" Shirley asked from the side.
Beta looked at the sky: "Soldiers are expensive, and if they drag on, it may not be good for us."
About three minutes later, more than a dozen guards of the Trump family were standing scattered at the door and yawning. Although it was daytime, their spirits were very poor. For some reason, they felt that their bodies were getting worse recently. more tired.
After yawning, a guard habitually looked up at the sky, and then saw an orange fireball as big as a boulder falling from the sky.
As soon as he opened his mouth wide, he was turned into flying ash by the energy of the moxibustion heat... The big fireball fell at the entrance of the manor. After a brief loss of sound, the gate of the manor turned into a huge pit in an instant, and then he heard the boom There was a loud noise, and the ground trembled for a while, and stones all over the sky were scattered around like rain. To watch late-night welfare movies, please follow the WeChat public account: ok Movie Paradise
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