There are many magic caravans parked at the gate of the slave market. The winter in El City is particularly cold. In order to avoid frostbite from Gubolaima, the coachman put the Gubolaima on a thick leather armor and a leather hood on the horse's head, which looks like a war horse of a light cavalry. These leather hoods and leather cloaks all have unique patterns and patterns on the northern border, showing the rough folk customs of the northern border.

Not far from the gate of the slave market, there is a barbecue stove. The stall owner filled the oven with hot meat skewers. Although there are few people who spend money to buy meat skewers, there are fire-steel coachmen next to the oven. These coachmen talk about the freshest and most strange interesting things in El City, and bursts of laughter burst into the crowd from time to time.

Accompanied by the aroma of barbecue and the smell of golden cider, there are always some idle places for people to watch the fun in front of the slave market. Some citizens even ran to the door of the slave market to take a look at the alien female slaves sold in the market. Now they have a new goal, which is the statue of spider-man warriors at the door of the slave market.

The body of the Spider-Man warrior is as tall as a magic caravan made of iron, standing on the left and right sides of the slave market gate.

The craftsmen even put prosthetic limbs on its cut-off arms, and painted black. One spider-man warrior held two moon-blade axes in his hand, and the other spider-man warrior held a large six-meter-long iron spear, which looked very imposing. The people in the North were very curious about this alien creature. Several young nobles stood directly in front of the spider-man warrior, with their hands wrapped around their chests, discussing who would have greater power if the spider-man warrior wrestled with the barbarians.

The young nobleman reached out and touched the spider-man warrior's black spider legs with sharp barbs, and said to his companions: "Hey! It would be great if these two spider-man warriors could be brought to the underground boxing market. The barbarian leader in the old man Claude's hand has dominated the boxing market for six consecutive weeks. Someone must stand up and fuck him down. Why did he freeze to death as soon as he arrived in El City?"

"It's all because of that fat Bobby. The night when these two spider-man warriors were transported by airships, he actually ran to Mrs. Judy's bed to talk about his ideals and life. He threw the two big boxes from Didu to El City in the warehouse in the airport. When we took people to inspect the goods the next morning, we found that there were two dark-skinned spider-man warriors in the wooden box, but it was already cold from head to toe." Another young fat nobleman shouted loudly with his back to Bobby.

"You said, if these two spider-man warriors were still alive, how much would it be worth?" The young nobleman who spoke first sighed.

"Can this kind of thing be bought with money? Not to mention anything else, these two spider-man warriors left two black magic crystals after their death. How much should they be worth?" The friend next to him also interrupted.

"Wow, there is a black magic crystal in this guy's body?" said the companion beside him in surprise.

"Seriously, this..."

Several young nobles talked about each other, talking about everything from the Spider-Man warriors, and the more they talked about the topic, the more they became.

The crowd at the entrance of the slave market was bustling and bustling. Bobby took us and his group through the slave market and ignored the young nobles.

I asked Bobby with some surprise: "Those young people are talking about you, why don't you go to them? Can you resist?"

"What can't help it?" Bobby retracted his hand back into his sleeve and took us around the slave market, because there were many people here, and there were two strong waiters in front of us.

Then he smiled at me and said, "They are all old customers of the slave market. Two of them are friends with our family for many years. Without breaking up, what can I do? Let them say they can go, but they just can't eat the grapes and say the grapes are sour."

Marvin asked Bobby curiously: "What's going on with you and Mrs. Judy?"

But Bobby said indifferently: "What's there? Who can do without one or two lovers?"

There were many people who knew Bobby near the slave market, and people greeted him everywhere along the way.

On such a winter noon, many slave traders gathered in the market. They put the slaves into large iron cages and surrounded the cloth curtains that covered the wind and snow outside the iron cages. These cloth curtains could not block the cold. The slaves were wearing thin clothes and shivering in the iron cages, and squeezed into a ball. Some nobles walked out of the market with slaves with collars tied around their necks.

Instead of entering the crowded slave market, we walked along the periphery of the slave market and circled to the temporary resettlement camp behind the slave market.

From the outside, the entire resettlement camp was surrounded by a high wall. The top of the wall made of stone was covered with sharp and sharp iron thorns. Four arrow towers were built in the corner. Several longbowmen in mail were patrolling the arrow tower. There was a large iron gate next to the slave market. Several old orcs in tattered linen clothes were lying under the wall to bask in the sun.

Although the cold wind on the street blew a burst of smoke and snow, which hit people's faces as if it was cut by a knife, the old orcs didn't care about this. They raised their heads slightly and enjoyed the ray of sunshine shone from the cracks of the wall.

Our group walked along the back street to the gate of the resettlement camp, looked up at the plaque at the gate of the resettlement camp, and Bobby said to me: "This is the place for temporary slaves to be placed. We will place the slaves to be sold in the slave market here recently. As for some other slaves, they will work in the manor."

Bobby stood between me and Marvin, put his arms around our shoulders, stood at the gate of the resettlement camp, and said, "Even in the underground slave market in North Frontier Province, the number of orc slaves is very small. Most of the orcs living in the resettlement camp are wanderers in Sloyd Province. Their personalities are destined to make it difficult for them to integrate into our lives."

Marvin looked at the old orcs at the corner of the wall and said lightly: "These orcs are a group of almost forgotten people in the north."

Bobby said to me: "No one except you will care about how these orc wanderers live. To be honest, if it weren't for helping you, it would be hard for me to believe that there were such a group of people living in a difficult life at the bottom of Sloyd Province. Although they were not slaves, their lives were not much better than slaves. It was hard to believe that in such a mountain and a mountain full of golden apple trees, rice trees, ground potatoes, and cranberries, they could make their lives so depressed."

I held Ying Li's hand tightly and said, "These orcs come to the wasteland and do almost nothing except grazing and hunting. When I was in the War Magic Academy, I always had a wish that one day in the future, I could have the ability to send these orcs wandering in the North Province back to the Pai Plateau."

Bobby and Marvin stared at me with wide eyes, and Bobby asked me: "Geega... You are not serious, aren't you going back to El City for the winter vacation?"

Marvin also followed: "It will take at least three months to travel from El City to Pai Plateau. It is winter now, and the mountains are covered with heavy snow. Even the best hunter guide cannot find a way into the mountains."

I smiled 'haha' and said, "Don't worry, I'm just talking."

"You guys are waiting for me here, and I will go over and talk to them." I said to Ying Li, Bobby and Marvin.

As he said that, Katerina and I were the first to walk to the old orcs. These old orcs also had some vision. They saw Katerina and I wearing gorgeous leather armor, and a group of companions standing next to us were either rich or noble. They looked at us carefully for a few times, not understanding what we were going to do.

I communicated with them in fluent orc language and asked about their current life situation. When these old orcs saw that we could speak orc language, they were very willing to talk to us.

I asked them: ‘Where did they all come from?’

These old orcs answered one after another, some said they ran down from the wastelands on the northern foot, some said they came out of the mountainous areas of the western foot, and some said they followed the caravan all the way down from the plateau.

I asked them again: ‘What means do you usually make a living in the northern border?’

The answers of these old orcs are also diverse. Among these old orcs, some have been night watchmen, some have been grave diggers, some have worked as hard workers in coal yards, and some have worked as gold mines. In short, they are all means of making a living by some people living at the lowest level.

However, the orcs lack the idea of ​​saving money. They almost make some money and take it out to fill their stomachs and never consider their future life.

They always can't remember that the North Province has a long and severe winter to pass, and it's difficult to find a job during this period, and a warm place requires a thick enough fur coat and a reserve of enough food, so they will starve and freeze every time winter comes.

I asked these orcs: ‘Why do you stay in the slave camp?’

The old orcs remember this clearly. They said that a kind and kind slave owner allowed the displaced orcs to live here temporarily, and provided the orcs with two meals a day for free, but there was no restriction on their ziyou. They could leave this resettlement camp at any time as long as they were willing.

It seems that Bobby has been doing this without fail after receiving my advice.

I finally asked them in orcs: "Would you like to follow me and go to a life where you can graz and hunt at will?"

When these old orcs heard me say this, they looked at me in surprise.

I said again: ‘There is an orc village in my territory, where there are more than a hundred orcs living now. If you want to go there, I can ask the shaman doctors in the village to come and pick you up.’

‘Are you the Beast God Messenger who came to the human world to attract us?’ An old orc heard what I said, ran out and crawled at my feet and asked me.

‘Maybe, I have never met the beast god, but I have a relationship with the wise Meanna on the Pai Plateau.’ I said to these old orcs.

‘Ah! It turns out that Lord Zhizhe asked you to save us…’

I don't understand a little bit. These orcs always tend to believe what others say.

For example, I am just talking casually now, and I can't even get the most basic proof, but these old orcs believe it deeply. Some even ran back to the resettlement camp happily to pass on the good news to other orcs. In a blink of an eye, a large group of orcs ran out of the resettlement camp, and some young orcs even ran out quickly to inform the orcs who found a job for living outside.

At this time, Bobby and Marvin came up, and Bobby asked me in a daze: "Geeja, what did you say to these orcs? They actually trust you so much?"

Bobby smiled at me with a wry smile and said, "Gija, you may never imagine how I convinced these orcs to come to me. I promised them a warm place to live here and two free lunches a day. I would never restrict their ziyou, nor would I use this to let them do anything against their hearts, so they would live in my resettlement camp."

I smiled and said to Bobby, "After all, I have lived on the Pai Plateau for a while and have a certain understanding of these orcs. Maybe I am more in their eyes."

At this time, the guards in the resettlement camp had already seen Bobby standing at the gate and quickly opened the gate of the resettlement camp. Two guards ran out from inside, stood respectfully in front of Bobby, and said hello to Bobby.

Bobby said to me, "Do you want to go in and see the orcs' residence?"

I shook my head and said, "Forget it. You are the big slave owner in El City. There must be some slaves in the resettlement camp. I am a soft-hearted person. If I see a slave in a cage, I feel pitiful and ask you to give him ziyou. We are friends, and you can't refute my face. But the slave owner just uses these slaves to make money. If he returns ziyou to these slaves, it will definitely go against your family precepts. Don't make you embarrassed."

The alley outside the resettlement camp was very cold. Bobby rubbed his face, which was almost frozen, and smiled at me and said, "Gee, my slave resettlement camp is full of alien slaves and war slaves legally captured by the slave hunting group. These slaves are all legal."

Bobby had to wave his hand to let the two guards leave, and then said to me: "You probably don't know how popular the slave market is this year. In the slave market, as long as it is a public, the price is twice as high as that of female slaves. This winter, young and beautiful alien female slaves are no longer a best-seller, but war slaves and strong slaves have become popular products. Now there are people collecting war slaves almost every day in the slave market."

Bobby said contemptuously to me: "I have never seen any noble who resists slaves, but you are the only ones. I just want to think about something that is not there."

Not long after, a magic caravan drove over from the slave market and parked in the alley. Instead of blowing the cold wind in the alley, we hid in the warm carriage and waited for the orcs who were willing to follow me. The carriage was lit with copper hotpot, which was warm.

I didn't wait too long, and more than 200 orcs gathered at the gate of the resettlement camp.

Bobby looked at the window and saw the orcs gathered outside. He said in confusion: "Hey! Why don't I remember that there were so many orcs raised in the resettlement camp?"

These orcs seemed to live in El City in a very poor way, and the linen clothes they wore were all torn. Only the top orcs who had jobs outside were dressed in decent clothes.

Bobby called a deacon in the resettlement camp and checked the number of people slightly before he found out that among the group of orcs gathered at the gate of the resettlement camp, there were some orc children and some middle-aged orcs. These orcs should not live in the resettlement camp.

Only then did we realize that some orcs who had a stable life in El City did not expect that at this time, they heard the news of their tribe members and ran over and wanted to leave El City with me.
Chapter completed!