Along the way, the pressure of the pagoda cleared the way, and it was very smooth. Unavoidably, he met the generals from the Longxuan Empire's frontier at the border and asked, so Shen Yanxiao simply moved forward directly from the edge of the deserted land.
This idea that a deserted place is safer than the outside really makes people vomit blood.
The Forgotten Trace can be said to be the largest trading market in the Bright Continent.
There is nothing you can't buy here, only things you can't imagine.
There are everything from all kinds of rare and exotic treasures to all kinds of monsters.
But there is a rule in Forgotten Traces, that is, no matter what you want to buy, you cannot ask about the origin of the product.
Shen Yanxiao and the others arrived at the Trace of Oblivion ten days later.
Standing on the plain and looking at the canyon suddenly leaving the earth, it is really amazing.
Walking into the Trace of Oblivion, you can see houses built in the valley everywhere, with dirty floors and dilapidated buildings, just like a slum.
The entire valley was extremely hot and the thick stench made people feel uncomfortable all over.
In such a dirty and messy place, you can see brightly dressed nobles and wealthy businessmen walking on the street. Behind many of them are a few slaves in ragged clothes and dull eyes. The slaves' limbs are tied. The chain is still held by the buyer, just like an animal.
"Let's take a look, a young and strong adult slave with a strong body and good health."
"Young little slave girl..."
As the only slave market in the entire Bright Continent, there are slave traders everywhere in the Forgotten Trace.
The slaves were kneeling on a platform made of wood, with chains on their limbs, and iron collars two fingers thick around their necks that tightly strangled their necks. Their hair was disheveled, and the tattered cloth strips on their bodies covered their last traces of shame. His whole body was dirty and smelled of a strong stench.
The slave traders held whips in their hands, shouting and waving the whips, and carelessly threw the whips like poisonous snakes on the slaves.
"It's really uncomfortable here." As a priest, Sleeping Wolf found it hard to bear the cruelty of the slave market. He watched a young girl huddled up and shivering under the whip of a merchant.
"There is such a place in Guangming Continent. I wonder what the people here are thinking." Fire Wolf couldn't bear to continue looking and could only look away.
The six wolves looked at Shen Yanxiao who was walking at the front. Shen Yanxiao had not said a word since entering the Trace of Oblivion.
They didn't know that the person who couldn't stand the slave trade the most was Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao's eyes were colder than ever before, looking at the slaves being sold along the road, and watching those people who had been completely brainwashed kneeling on the ground tremblingly under the scolding of the traders, begging for the favor of the buyers. , like a trafficked animal, with teeth and muscles exposed, as if expecting to be bought back.
There was a burst of noise, and there was a commotion in the crowded crowd in front.
A shirtless strong man pulled a thin little girl and rushed forward through the crowd.
Behind them, five or six fat men with round bellies and round waists were chasing after them with whips.
The crowded crowd formed a natural barrier. Under the constant collision, the strong man suddenly fell to the ground. The little girl in his hand rushed forward hastily and fell directly on Shen Yanxiao's feet. side.
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I'm going to the hospital to have my teeth extracted later, so I'll update a chapter first.