The next evening, a ketch passed through the Qin Sea, bypassed the Forgotten Strait, and finally entered the ice sea. The captain closed the chart, because the scene of the cold sand wasteland was already vaguely visible.
Half an hour later, more than thirty figures set foot on the territory of the Principality of Xisai. As for the brig, under the command of the captain, it sailed towards Hornworm Bay.
The huge tent stood up quickly, and the beasts were cut into pieces by the fighting spirit and blasted into charcoal by spells. The campfire crackled, and bursts of aroma spread in the air.
These people are the eagle dogs of the great nobles of Highgarden, the real cavalry of Cisse, and they are indispensable cogs in the gray industrial chain of Grand Duke Grylls.
The Principality of Cisse is a weird place, and Grand Duke Grylls is a model that is despised by the world. Not only does he not prohibit the smuggling of nobles, but he actively participates in it.
And with the secret help of Finance Officer Natasha, Grand Duke Grylls has become the largest smuggling leader in the Principality of Cisse.
Although the nobles had been dissatisfied in the past, no one dared to speak out against the gold coins and their own lives. What's more, they could also gain a lot of benefits from it, although it was not worth mentioning compared to Grylls. But Grylls' idea is very simple. The economy of Sisai must be in his own hands. The operation of the principality requires financial support, and the war is just a competition for money.
Whatever the price is, you can do whatever you want. Grylls will have a hand in everything related to gold coins. This is what Natasha means, and it is also the key to Cisse's ability to survive.
Grylls once openly said when he was drunk one day that if he really died one day, Cisse would not be able to lose his financial officer again.
Although this evaluation was mixed with personal emotions, the ministers present that day nodded in agreement. Although Natasha is a female, she is far better than many men.
The perspective returned to the cold sand wasteland again. Two of the group were high-level magicians and seven were high-level warriors. The leader was a swordsman who had just advanced.
As for the remaining twenty or so people, they are the "goods" they escorted. Whether they are in magic experiments or eventually flow into the Cisse Arena.
Although the Pava Federation is a free alliance, it is also the most cruel place. Strength is respected, and money is paramount. Not to mention these slaves, even noble names can be bought and sold.
The Conqueror Paliogli once said: The Pava Federation welcomes everyone, everyone who intends to come here to consume or settle, except conspiracy theorists.
Therefore, chaos has become the label of the Pava Federation and its various abnormal actions that shocked the world. It disdains King Ogu and has no intention of forming an alliance with the Four Seas.
It does not believe in gods, but there are countless churches and monasteries. It allows all foreigners to enter, but it has also killed many foreigners.
The Pava Federation has always believed that power comes in many forms. Fighting energy counts as one, magic counts as one, gold coins can drive the strong, and no one can resist the temptation of dragon crystal.
Therefore, these magician slaves naturally came to the Sisai Principality for their own reasons. And the fate that awaits them is that they will either become subjects of magic experiments, or they will die after losing all value.
Ordinary people can control a principality and even become King of Ogu, so professionals should do the same. Life is never a single-threaded repetitive cycle, nor is it a tortuous and bizarre opera scene.
Living is living, and dying is also a kind of relief. Although the Hall of Valor, which everyone talks about, is extremely beautiful, no one will take the initiative to go there.
Don't easily complain about your misfortune, because it is just the result of your own incompetence. Don't pray to unknown powers, because eventually everything will appear in the real world.
Iron shackles tightly connected more than twenty magicians. The shackles wore their originally fair skin and even penetrated some people's shoulder blades.
Resistance requires courage, and it also requires paying a price. Pride is never a necessity. It belongs only to the strong, or relatively strong.
"Boss, our harvest this time is not too small. Apart from these magicians, there are also more than a dozen high-grade magic crystals."
"That's right, I believe the Grand Duke will definitely increase our remuneration. It's all my fault that idiot in my family didn't live up to expectations. The tuition at the Principality College is so expensive, and the little brat didn't even graduate in five years."
"Hehehe, after I get the reward this time, I will marry the beauty from the businessman's family. Her little appearance is really seductive."
The Cisse cavalry sat together, sometimes chatting and sometimes pouring ale into their stomachs. Since they have stepped into the cold sand wasteland today, it also indicates that there will be no danger in this trip.
"The Black Rain Moon is coming soon. It's best for you all to stay at home when you go back. I don't want anyone to be missing next year."
The leading swordsman said with a smile. As the leader of this ten-man team, he was naturally happy to have returned unscathed.
And there was one thing he didn't say. Before he left, Grand Duke Grylls said that half of the magic crystal harvested this time would be given to him.
The Principality of Xisai's attitude towards Douqi professionals is almost crazy. What's more, although this person has just advanced to become a swordsman, it also proves the possibility of his future.
Therefore, compared to those dispensable magic crystals, Grand Duke Grylls hopes that the other party can make further progress, and even one day be among the top experts.
"We will return to High Court tomorrow. You can do whatever you want tonight. I'm going to rest first." The swordsman commander showed a meaningful smile, then turned around and got into the camp.
All the Sisai cavalry were overjoyed when they heard this, and then they all turned to look at the magician slave not far away. His face was brittle, his pupils were dark, and he had a desperate expression.
A moment later, a woman stood next to the bonfire. She tried to stay calm and tried not to let tears come out of her eyes. However, what she had to face next was a scene darker than the abyss.
The iconic thin sword of the Principality of Xisai was slowly drawn out from the bonfire. The hot air wave swept down in the air and finally penetrated into the girl's body.
However, this was just the beginning. The man was seen activating his fighting spirit, causing the woman to lose control in an instant. She sat down in humiliation, and blood oozed from the woman's lips.
The magic power was forced into the body again, mixed and entangled with the remaining fighting spirit. The woman gradually fell into chaos, screaming and banging her head on the ground.
However, at this moment, a man walked out of the slaves. He tremblingly picked up a stone and then smashed the woman to death.
"Your soul will enter the Hall of Valor and wait for me. I will go there to accompany you right away."
"I'm sorry, I'm so incompetent as a husband. Go to sleep, everything will be just a nightmare when you wake up."
The man hugged the other person, his body constantly shaking due to despair. His blood-red eyes looked coldly at the Cisse cavalry. He wanted to remember the appearance of these people, and he would leave them in his heart even if he died.
His arms were separated from his body in the light of fighting spirit, his feet were cut off by wind blades, and his chest was burnt. However, he was always awake, and he saw his beloved wife being thrown into the bonfire.
The fire lit up the cold sand wasteland, and the man finally lost any vitality. But the iron shackles that passed through the shoulder blades were still shaking slightly.
