Doranor chose a total of five wizards, three men and two women, which cost him almost all his savings, but he didn't feel bad at all and had a satisfied smile on his face.
Old Hill said sarcastically: "Is the meaning of your life just to please your master?"
"What's wrong with that?" Dolanoer didn't want to deny it, "You can laugh at me, but you will never understand my happiness."
"I don't want to understand, what use can these wizards without magic power have? Do you want to teach them yourself?"
"All of this must be subject to the master's arrangements."
The two were chatting when they heard a quarrel nearby. One of them had a unique voice, a low and hoarse voice like a roaring beast.
Old Hill's attention was immediately attracted because the voice came from his own kind, an orc.
This is a pure-blooded orc, he is about seven feet tall, and his thick arms are comparable to the waist of an adult.
Looking at his rough facial features, upturned fangs and dark green skin, it was obvious that he looked very different from Old Hill.
This is the difference between pure-blood and mixed-blood. Pure-blood orcs cannot hide their appearance like mixed-blood orcs, which also makes their lives more difficult than mixed-blood orcs.
This orc was being beaten by a young man. The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He whipped the orc hard with a whip. Looking at the young man's thin body, the orc might kill him even if he pushed him.
life.
But the orc didn't dare to fight back, he didn't even dare to dodge, he just shouted desperately: "I just want some water for my child, I just want some water for my child."
"Why does your child want to drink water! Why doesn't he drink your urine? You were originally worth fifteen gold coins, but now you are only worth twelve gold coins. They don't even want to buy twelve gold coins, they only want to buy half of it.
, do you know!"
The orc's body was already bleeding, but he still wanted to beg the young man to give him some water. Old Hill's cheek twitched slightly. He was already past the age of impulsiveness, but this did not mean that he had forgotten the taste of anger.
"Let's go," Old Hill lowered his head and said, "Get out of this place quickly."
Doranor said: "In fact, I suggest that you also buy a gift for the master. It is only twelve gold coins. Counting his children, maybe twenty gold coins are enough. I believe our master will like it."
Hearing the word "master", Old Hill's nerves were pricked.
"That's your master, not mine!" Old Hill shouted, "Not all orcs are slaves, orcs should not be slaves in the first place!"
Old Hill's voice became louder and louder, and Doranor shook his head and said: "Keep it down, old man, what's the difference between a master and a lord? I just want you to buy a gift, aren't you willing?"
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This sentence made Old Hill a little tempted. It was impossible for him to sympathize with a stranger for no reason, but offering a gift to the lord was a very good reason, a reason that could convince himself and prove that he was not overly sympathetic.
Just a flatterer.
Besides, this is not flattery, the lord is worthy of this gift.
"Maybe this orc won't be sold?" Old Hill, who has been in shopping malls for a long time, was a little nervous, "What if this is their domestic slave?"
"Stop joking, didn't you hear what he just said? He is a trafficker of orcs. Where is this place? This is a black market for selling aliens. Who would bring domestic slaves here?"
The conversation between the two people attracted the boy's attention. The boy dropped his whip, walked up to the two of them, and asked, "Does any of you want to buy an orc?"
Hill took a closer look at the young man. Although he was still childish, his appearance was really annoying, especially the face covered with freckles, which also had some orc blood stains on it.
"Make a price, I want that orc and his child." Old Hill said.
The young man turned his head, looked at the orc kneeling on the ground, and said, "He has three children, do you want them all?"
Things were different than expected, but it doesn't matter if I buy a few more.
"I want them all."
"He also has two wives, do you want one?"
"Take them all together."
"Okay, a total of one hundred gold coins."
"One hundred?" Old Hill was surprised. He thought there would be a discount, but he didn't know that the other party raised the price crazily. "You just said it was twelve gold coins per orc!"
"That's for the master who sold it to the Benlang Kingdom. He bought me thousands of orcs, and each time he sold them, he would buy two hundred. The price of two hundred and five is different. This is a rule that all businessmen understand."
The young man seemed to have some truth. The wholesale price and the retail price were indeed different, but his bad tone and attitude made Old Hill a little dissatisfied.
"I'll give you eighty gold coins, will you sell them?" Old Hill began to counteroffer.
"The price is quite fair, but I don't want to sell it to you." The young man smiled.
"Why?"
"Because I think you are paupers who can't afford gold coins. Even if I promise you eighty gold coins, you will keep lowering the price."
It's not uncommon for some businessmen to like to irritate each other, but today Old Hill was particularly disgusted with this young man.
"Do you think I don't have gold coins?" Old Hill took out his heavy purse and said with a smile, "I have many gold coins, but I'm afraid you won't make any. Give me a more fair price and I will buy you more orcs.
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The boy looked at Old Hill's wallet and asked, "How much do you want to buy?"
"It depends on how much you have?"
"I brought a total of four hundred orcs."
"What if I buy them all?"
The boy smiled: "Is it just the money you have?"
Old Hill said: "I still have a lot of money on my boat. You can bring the orcs over, and we will pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
Doranor said from the side: "Old man, are you crazy? Those are the master's money."
"Shut up, old wizard!" Now he had to keep his face, "If you say one more word, I will sell you too."
The young man hesitated for a while and said, "I have to make sure you really have so many gold coins."
Old Hill said: "I also have to make sure that you really have so many orcs."
"That's easy to say." The young man took the two of them to a cave. Old Hill almost vomited when he smelled the smell in the cave.
A group of orcs were huddled in a small cave. An iron chain penetrated their shoulders and connected them together, including young children. The flesh and blood on their shoulders oozed and festered on the iron chain, and their
The body was filled with suffocating excrement.
A mother held up her child's body with her hands. The child was too small and his feet could not reach the ground. The wounds on her shoulders were rubbed and pulled by the iron chains, causing the child to let out heart-rending screams from time to time.
"Shut your mouth!" The young man picked up the whip and hit a child hard on the face. The child shivered with fear, and his mother covered the child's mouth with a look of fear.
Dolanor's expression was very calm. He had seen this kind of scene many times: "Old man, buy the family you want to buy. It's best to leave other things alone. Your wallet is not rich, but don't take advantage of the owner.
The gold coins were thrown around."
Old Hill was silent for a long time, then raised his head and said: "I want all the orcs, you give me a price."
The young man looked at Old Hill up and down and said with a smile: "Fifteen gold coins."
"Why not twelve?"
"Because you are not the master of the Benlang Kingdom," the young man said with a smile. "The master of the Benlang Kingdom buys my orcs every year, but you don't. We can only do business once, so you can't get such a good deal."
Price."
"But the masters of Benlang Country don't want your orcs now. They only want to buy half of them. You have to take the remaining half back," Old Hill sneered. "Look at their appearance. I don't know how many people will die on the way."
, why don’t you sell them all to me and earn a few more gold coins?”
The young man hesitated for a long time and said: "Fourteen, there can't be any less."
Old Hill said: "Thirteen, I can only give you so much."
After a moment of silence, the young man nodded and said: "Deal."
Dolanor's heart tightened: "Old man, you are in trouble."