After flying in the safe zone for half an hour, everyone finally arrived at the ancient holy city.
Unlike the well-known city, the ancient holy city does not have a magnificent city wall, because the city wall has no significance in this safe zone.
Therefore, there are only buildings surrounded by green trees and full of natural and harmonious beauty.
The shapes of these buildings are unique and unique. They are layered on top of each other around the mountains, forming a trapezoidal shape. Although they are very loosely distributed, they still appear orderly.
The really strange sight is not these unique buildings, but the mixed race of pedestrians on the streets of the ancient holy city.
There are enchanting and sexy demon tribes, strong beast tribes, and feather tribes with wings and feathers.
All in all, except for the dragon and phoenix tribes who were forced to hide because of their bloodline by the great powers of the gods, almost all the races on the top of the continent can be seen here.
These chaotic races naturally walk on the same street and pass each other without noticing.
Even when two races with a blood feud met, they only glared at each other fiercely, and then left honestly without any intention of starting a fight.
Although everyone had heard about it, they were still deeply shocked when they saw this incredible scene with their own eyes.
It is really hard for them to imagine what kind of force is checking and balancing these races and making them obediently abide by the regulations of the safe zone.
Under the leadership of Bai Paoke, Lin Yun and others walked on the street and passed by various races.
Many races looked at Lin Yun and others with contempt and disdain, obviously looking down on the human race.
The group of people hadn't walked long before there was a sudden commotion in the street in the distance, and many people gathered to watch.
"Don't push me... really don't push me, otherwise I can do anything. I really... really can do anything!"
An orc wearing handcuffs and shackles, with scars all over his body, was raising a long sword, placing it on the neck of a noble young man, and said to the noble young man in an excited tone.
Although he held the sword in his hand, his hands were shaking with nervousness, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
But the young aristocratic man holding the sword looked very calm. He looked down upon the orc holding the sword with disdain, as if he was fearless.
The onlookers all around started talking in low voices.
"Who on earth is so bold and dares to use swords to hold people of the ancient saints hostage? They are so impatient to live!"
"I still remember the orc holding the sword. He was the slave who was sold to the Ancient Saints at the auction half a year ago."
"Half a year ago he was a three-meter-tall strong man, how could he look like this now? Look at the wounds on his body, wow, it's really horrific."
"Maybe you couldn't stand the abuse from the Ancient Saints, so you grabbed the sword and rebelled, right?"
Hearing everyone mention the Ancient Saint Clan, Lin Yun immediately looked towards the noble young man.
This aristocratic young man wears a diamond-encrusted crown and a diamond-encrusted silk robe. His appearance is exactly the same as that of a human being, except that his eyes are dark purple, giving him an innate noble temperament.
Is this the Ancient Saint Clan?
Lin Yun immediately radiated his senses to detect the cultivation level of this young man from the ancient saint clan.
What surprised Lin Yun was that the cultivation level of this young man from the Ancient Saint Clan was only at the level of a martial artist, not as high as that of the orc who held him hostage.
"That aristocratic young man is the Ancient Saint Clan, a being we absolutely cannot afford to offend. Don't have anything to do with them, otherwise even a few lives won't be enough to compensate." Bai Paoke whispered to everyone in a serious tone.
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After hearing Bai Paoke's words, everyone except Lin Yun couldn't help but become nervous.
At the same time, they were also curious as to what was so scary about this ancient saint clan that could make such a powerful white-robed guest fear him like this.
Lin Yun said nothing and had no expression on his face. He just continued to observe what happened at the scene with calm eyes.
The young man from the Ancient Saint Clan looked at the orc with contempt and said in a condescending tone: "You, a lowly slave, how dare you hold your great and noble master hostage with a sword!"
"A lowly and dirty slave like you, living on the top of the continent is simply polluting this land!"
"As a master, I have shown you the greatest kindness by not purifying you into dust. Not only do you not appreciate me, but you also hold me hostage with a sword. It is really unforgivable!"
"Shut up, I've had enough! Even if I die, I don't want to be tortured by you anymore, you devil! I'm going to kill you..." The scarred orc roared and used the edge of his sword against the ancient saint.
The throat of youth.
However, he did not dare to cut it off. Instead, he stared at the young man from the Ancient Saint Clan with tears streaming down his face, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle with himself.
Facing the cold sword blade, the young man from the Ancient Saint Clan showed no fear. The guard behind him used a threatening tone to dissuade the orc holding the sword: "Stop it quickly, don't do that stupid thing!"
"The person standing in front of you is a direct family member of the Ancient Saint Clan - Lord Gulot! If you dare to touch a hair of his, you will be dead! And even your family, your parents, wife and children
, even they can’t escape death!”
After hearing the guard's threat, the orc seemed to be brought to his heart. He almost collapsed and cried out: "I don't want to do this either. I just want to be free. Why, why can't you let me go?"
"I beg you, don't force me anymore, let me go! I just want to be free, I just want to be an ordinary person, I've really had enough!"
The orc became more and more sad as he talked, and by the end he was crying heartbrokenly, as if he had experienced inhumane abuse.
But the young man from the ancient saint clan named Gulot showed no pity at all. He still said in a condescending tone: "It's ridiculous that a mere slave dares to beg for freedom from me!"
"From the day I bought you, you are no longer a person. You are just a commodity of mine. How can a commodity be free? Don't be kidding me!"
When he said the last sentence, Gulot yelled out angrily, as if what he said was the truth and it was justified.
"I'll give you the last ten seconds to put down your sword and surrender to me! Otherwise, you will know the consequences!"
After Gulot said these words, the orc began to hesitate. His originally ferocious eyes gradually began to become cowardly, and his will gradually surrendered.
Then he laughed, a smile that was uglier than crying, both miserable and ironic, broken and desperate.
He slowly put down the sword in his hand, finally surrendered and knelt at the feet of Gulot, kowtowed hard, and let out a miserable cry: "I was wrong, master, please go around me, I don't dare to do it anymore!"