Chapter 383 Full of weather, slave market, still interested?
"It's weird, isn't it? You lost, but you still managed to enter the finals of the 'Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance'?"
Looking at d'Artagnan with an inexplicable look on his face, and more like speaking to the stunned spectators in the audience, Reddock stood on the ring and stared at the four directions. Until then, the tribal leaders and
Only then did the Torch Prophet truly see the charisma of this man, who was truly magnificent.
"why?"
After standing still for a moment, d'Artagnan finally said. And this also represented the question of almost all the minotaurs present.
"I have just said that for Mr. Cleveland, there is actually no so-called difference between tribes and non-tribes. However, in the third round of the preliminaries of the 'Ancestral Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance', I and other direct descendants were arranged to be the guardians.
Or, why is this? Do we really need to take advantage of this?"
Instead of answering d'Artagnan's question immediately, Reddock asked. And without concealing it, he directly asked the question to all the tauren in the audience.
Although there were quite a few torch prophets and totem warriors present who had reached high levels, under Reddock's glance and questioning at this moment, he did not feel offended by the junior's backwardness, but instead thought carefully about its problem.
"So, this third round is not a direct battle with the tribe's children to compete for spots. It is more about adhering to the will of Mr. Cleveland to screen the players who may eventually participate in the official martial arts performance to avoid the appearance of 'weak ones' advancing, which will hinder the success of the competition."
Laughing at Nicai's scandal has tarnished the sacred performance." At this point, Reddock gave him a heavy meal.
"But that kid lost!" At this moment, someone in the audience shouted.
"It's normal to lose. Anyone below level eight here will definitely lose if they play against me."
It was only then that the arrogance and indifference of this "Future Martial Saint Talent" finally emerged. He didn't even care who was shouting, Reddock just glanced around the ring with an indifferent expression.
And after hearing these words, even the high-level tauren couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts. As soon as this statement came out, either Reddock was brazen and talking nonsense, or it was really that powerful, with a sixth-level posture.
It can sweep the entire middle class. Compared with the two, an absolute majority of viewers believe the latter more. The reason is simply because Lord Cleveland's comment is too heavy, and it can be said to be "arrogant" for Reddock.
Marked with a valuable endorsement.
"So, losing to me does not mean that I am not strong enough. On the contrary, D'Artagnan performed extremely well in the first two battles. Especially in the second battle, he was able to win with wisdom and perseverance when facing an opponent one level above him.
, it is not easy. Moreover, it just had a head-on fight with me without any tricks. Although it lost, it also proved that its physical strength, endurance, and the depth and longevity of its totem power were far superior to other fighters of the same level.
.And such a warrior, how could he not be the seed of my Minotaur’s martial spirit, and how could he not participate in the finals of the ‘Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance’!?”
Finally, Reddock shouted loudly. Like a thunder, the entire martial arts preliminaries scene was silent and moved. Before, no one thought that the arrangement of the three preliminaries that was originally thought to be "simple" actually had such far-reaching implications.
meaning.
"Now, who has any questions?"
After waiting for a moment, Reddock looked around the audience again and asked. The answer was only continued silence and looks of admiration or conviction from many tauren.
"Then, let's see you in the final." Turning around and nodding at d'Artagnan, Reddock strode off the stage and walked away.
"He is truly a hero of our clan!"
And looking at Reddock's back, Julob couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
In fact, only it understood in its heart that the reason why d'Artagnan was able to fight so fiercely with this "future martial saint" in the third round was actually due to the stimulating alchemical potion given by the human mage, otherwise
The Torch Prophet can be sure that d'Artagnan's tired appearance at that time lasted only half a minute.
But no matter what, with Reddock's approval, it was certain that D'Artagnan would advance to the finals of the "Ancestral Spiritual Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance". Thinking of this, Julob felt excited again.
And just when the "Melting Pot Tribe" finally broke out of the siege and finally took another important step on its journey back to the Ancestral Spirit Palace, on the other side of "Dark Neon", Moriarty also came to the slaves in the Free Zone.
market.
The slave trade can be said to be one of the most important businesses in the underground world.
Every year, various conflicts or wars occur in various areas of Negon. Some of them are due to feuds, some are due to interests, and some are simply because they dislike each other. Therefore, if there are more wars, there will be more prisoners of war.
The slave trade has become more prosperous and frequent. Especially powerful races with a smaller population, such as beholders, are more keen on acquiring all kinds of slaves to serve them or as "game toys".
So when Moriarty walked into the slave market, he couldn't help but be stunned by the "prosperous scene" he saw.
The market, which covers an area almost the size of three football fields, is bustling with people and a steady stream of customers.
On the trading display platforms everywhere, cave dwellers, harpies, underground dwarves, and even some abyssal beasts were all listed as objects of sale. All slaves had heavy iron straps on their hands and feet.
Handcuff them to prevent them from resisting or escaping.
In the audience, many businessmen or tourists were criticizing the slaves as if they were choosing clothes, giving mixed reviews and criticisms.
However, one thing is quite special. In the entire slave market, no dark elves, beholders, or tauren were seen being sold as slaves. I think this is because "Dark Nicai" is a city co-managed by three races. In order to avoid
To undermine each other, reduce disputes, and set such unspoken rules.
Moriarty strolled slowly in the market.
The main purpose of his coming here is to find a new source of blood for the Feather of Transformation, so the only focus is on the "freshness" of the slaves. Unfortunately, except for the underground dwarf, which is still blank, others such as cave dwellers or eagles are already blank.
The varieties that Black Feather had "tasted". However, the beholder that he originally wanted the most was a banned item in the market, which made people a little disappointed.
After watching for a while, Moriarty randomly bought an underground dwarf and drew a tube of blood, then let it go freely. Although there were many underground dwarves in the market who were skilled blacksmiths, they were all valuable.
Wealth, but Moriarty has not yet found his way home, so he cannot purchase it and eventually bring it back to the surface.
As for Moriarty's weird behavior, Pokos, who had been following him all the time, just watched quietly, not daring to say a word.
"Look! The rare Medusa is Medusa! For only a thousand gold coins, you can take her away! Look, Medusa!"
At this moment, a crisp cry attracted Moriarty's attention. Immediately, he quickly walked towards the sound and saw that it was the "booth" of a medium-sized slave dealer. And in the center of the booth,
A weak Medusa was lying down in a large iron box, as if half fainting.
From the half-exposed profile of Medusa, it can be seen that it is an old woman with an old face and skinned face. Even the race's iconic snake hair is almost withered and hanging.
, no vitality at all.
But what makes Moriarty feel strange is that although this Medusa looks very old, her figure is so exquisite and enchanting that it is criminal. Especially the uncontrollable waist and the abrupt upward bulge are amazing.
The amplitude of the waves should not be what an elderly woman should have.
"My lord, do you want to buy her? It's cheap, really cheap! For only a thousand gold coins, you can have a Medusa as a slave. This is a rare honor!" The slave supervisor saw the appearance of the dark elf.
Moriarty immediately greeted him with a smile and tried his best to sell.
"How did you get her? Are you not afraid of revenge from other Medusas? You are really brave."
Ignoring the slave supervisor's attentiveness, Moriarty just looked at the "goods" lying motionless and said at the same time.
In Negon, Medusa is a powerful race alongside the dark elves, beholders, and tauren. They are powerful and vicious in nature. In particular, the race's innate racial skill "Petrified Eyes" is even more powerful in the entire underground world.
It makes people talk about it. At the same time, Medusa is also one of the few warriors among the Negon natives who are good at archery. Rumor has it that there are several Medusa yakuza who were born as archers, but they can snipe instantly.
A super powerful person who can be called heaven-defying.
Therefore, although the area where "Dark Neon Color" is located is not the traditional activity range of the Medusa clan, it is still bold to hawk their clan members in public like now.
"Haha, sir, you are joking. We are just small businessmen, how dare we cause trouble." Hearing the slight tease from Moriarty's mouth, the slave supervisor quickly said: "In fact, we accidentally picked her up on the way here.
Yes, we took her along because she was pitiful, and now we are sending her to the market to see if any customers are willing to take her in."
He was indeed a veteran in buying and selling intelligent creatures. He clearly did evil things, but he turned them into good deeds to save people. Moriarty could only smile at this.
And at this moment, as if she sensed something, Medusa, who had always closed her eyes and remained silent, as if in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at Moriarty, and then closed them quietly.
But with just this glance, Moriarty was stunned. Because from the snake eyes that opened at that moment and were as bright as yellow diamonds, he actually saw a bright light that coexisted with arrogance and indifference, and was full of vitality.
Breath. And such beautiful and radiant eyes should not appear in the eyes of an aging old woman.
With this thought in mind, Moriarty suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on one of Medusa's arms.
Immediately, Medusa closed her eyes and twisted her body, trying to withdraw her caught arm. However, she struggled feebly several times, but to no avail.
"This is enough for a thousand gold coins. She belongs to me." A minute later, Moriarty let go of Medusa, stood up, threw a gold nugget to the slave supervisor, and said at the same time: "Also, prepare a gold nugget for me. Get a separate room and take her in."
"ah!?"
After catching the heavy payment, the supervisor first laughed, then was stunned again. He looked at Moriarty for a long time before finally lowering his voice and saying.
"Sir, she has become so old, do you still have 'interest'?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
