In a woods a few miles away from the Windy City, everyone including Aslan had Gareth's unique turban wrapped around their heads.
The whole person instantly looked like Asan.
This is to avoid exposing Aslan's human identity.
In Windy City, almost all alien races can be seen, except for the human race.
As for human slaves, even if you give these aliens ten courages, they would not dare to sell them.
The surrounding countries can turn a blind eye to their living space, but if they dare to cross the thunder pool even half a step, they will be jointly killed.
Aslan and his party were wearing bright armor and were accompanied by several great swordsmen. As soon as they entered the city, they were noticed by many aliens.
However, after seeing Gareth and Belmod next to Aslan, they both honestly stepped aside.
After all, these two are both powerful swordsmen who have been famous in Changfeng Plain for a long time.
Outside the city gate, there were two orc soldiers wearing simple leather armor and holding spears. These orcs were different from orcs. They had green faces and fangs and no animal characteristics at all. They were similar to the orcs in Warcraft.
The orcs in Xinuo Continent are divided into half-orcs, orcs and strong orcs.
Although half-orcs are also members of the alien race, they do not have a social system that belongs to them. They are completely a slave race among the alien races.
When Aslan learned the news in his previous life, he was also shocked. After all, he was also an old player of Warcraft and had a fascination with the orcs.
These orcs look ferocious and terrifying, but their actual combat effectiveness is similar to that of human militias, and most of the time they work as coolies.
“Admission fee!”
The two orcs crossed their spears to stop Aslan and the others, and spoke in the common language of the continent.
Aslan turned his head in confusion.
"What's the admission fee?"
"It means the entrance fee!" Belmod said angrily.
"Oh!" Aslan also nodded speechlessly.
"How much does it cost?"
"Five copper coins per person." The orc said, holding out his palm.
Looking at the only four palms left by the orc in front of him, Aslan said jokingly: "Boss!"
Boss next to him immediately threw out two silver coins and pointed at the group of them, a total of twenty-two people.
The orc was stunned for a moment and counted a little. When the last knight passed, the orc stuffed back ninety copper coins, which made the knight dumbfounded and finally had to put it away.
"It seems that copper coins have great purchasing power here!" Aslan said casually.
Gareth and Belmod nodded in unison.
Kruse had to add: "Master! For civilians, the purchasing power of copper coins is indeed very great."
Aslan glanced at Cruze. He didn't want to talk to Cruze. This guy was a bully. Why hadn't he noticed it before?
As time goes by, Aslan will definitely jump out if what he says is slightly unreasonable.
"Are there many orc slaves from other races?" Aslan suddenly asked.
Belmode didn't care at all.
"I don't know about other tribes. There should be tens of thousands of people in my tribe!"
Aslan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what to say.
He remembered that the key reason why the aliens were finally defeated in the previous life was that the half-orc slaves they ruled resisted. They turned back at the critical moment and killed the elite aliens. Then, under the command of their rebel leader, they began to attack
Migration to the Far North.
It is said that the number of orcs who migrated at that time exceeded ten million, which scared the commander of the human coalition forces at that time half to death.
Aslan remembered clearly that when the orcs were migrating, the human army chased them all the way, and they did not stop until they reached the far north.
Because winter has come, the Far North has become even colder, and ice elements blend into the wind, forming an extremely cold storm unique to the Far North.
It is said that there are less than 300,000 orcs left who fled into the Far North. As for their future, Aslan doesn't know because he was already dead at that time.
Entering the Windy City, Aslan was disgusted by the strange smell here.
The Windy City in front of him was seriously inconsistent with Aslan's expectations.
Inside the city wall that stands tall on the outside, there are not even half a house, but various tents. There is an awning outside the tent and stalls are set up on the ground.
There were all kinds of things for sale, including weapons and armor, food and meat, and even foreign slaves. What left Aslan speechless the most was that there was a livestock fence not far away.
There are many livestock kept inside, among which cattle and sheep are the most numerous, followed by local rats, and as for pigs and beasts, there are not many.
None of the horses that Aslan was concerned about could be seen.
"The centaurs never sell war horses casually. If you want to buy war horses, you must go to their tribe to buy them." Gareth saw that Aslan had been looking at the livestock fence and immediately explained.
"Oh!" Aslan immediately looked away, took out a silk scarf and tied it on his face, treating it as a mask.
Beside him, Belmode glared at Gareth with angry eyes.
He was sure that he had heard correctly. The purpose of Gareth bringing Lord Mero here was to buy war horses.
Gareth ignored Belmod's angry gaze and began to wander around the Windy City with Aslan.
Aslan also began to carefully look at the goods around him, and he actually saw a shop specializing in selling fire stones.
"Let's go! Go and have a look." Aslan said proactively.
The foreign race that sells fire stones is the Centaur tribe. The strong man from the Centaur tribe has bulging muscles. He only wears a piece of leather armor and a spear hanging on his back.
"How to sell fire stone?" Aslan picked up a piece and asked curiously.
The quality is better than the ones sold by Germain, and they probably weren't picked up from open pit mines.
"One ton and five thousand kilograms of grain."
The Centaur merchant immediately became energetic when he saw that Aslan and his party were wearing bright armor, and that the leaders were Belmode and Gareth, two veteran strong men from the Changfeng Plain.
"My fire stones are all of the best quality. Each piece can burn for several days. They are definitely top-quality materials for keeping warm in the winter."
Aslan's mouth twitched when he heard it. It turned out that these guys were using the fire stones as coal.
"Five thousand kilograms of grain is a bit expensive!"
Aslan's words made Bermod and Gareth twitch the corners of their mouths slightly.
Both of them also unanimously defined Aslan as a profiteer.
The centaur and horse merchant could see that Aslan was interested in buying it, so he immediately became energetic and began to sell it, talking about the various benefits of fire stone and how convenient it was to use in winter.
"One ton of fire stone, two thousand kilograms of grain!" Aslan started bargaining directly.
Belmod's mouth opened in an O-shape, the price was too high.
Gareth's scalp was numb when he saw it. He had a feeling that taking Aslan to the Borean Grassland this time would definitely cast a shadow on him for the rest of his life.