The Kudros area is chaotic, but the extremely high profits make caravans take risks, and horse-drawn carriage convoys are not uncommon.
Many caravans will invite warriors and mages to protect them, or, like Cozes' family, they must have a certain level of strength to travel in this area.
"It's full of people."
Each carriage was covered with thick black cloth, but the heavy breathing inside the carriage all confirmed that there were living people on board.
Regarding Kudros' underground business, Kotzes could clearly see it with his eyes narrowed.
"In the past, ordinary people and slaves were needed. This time, the requirements are higher. We need tactical commanders. This group of people should be gathered from somewhere and transported all at once."
There were a total of twelve carriages, and if ten people were placed in one carriage, at least one hundred and twenty tactical commanders were captured here.
While watching the carriage team from a distance, many of the guards on the carriage also took out their weapons and stared at the five people on the roadside.
"Hand of Death."
Cozzes raised his hands and shouted loudly, and also made a special gesture.
"Hand of Death."
The leader of the team on the opposite side was a sinister old man with chicken skin and white hair. He also waved his staff, shouted and returned a gesture, and then the two sides passed each other.
"A little rule for underground passage, using this set of gestures means that they have been registered in the Death Hand City, and there will be no conflicts." Cozzes explained in a low voice: "Otherwise we will have to fight one after another.
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"We are very lucky this time. The other party happens to be transporting slaves. We can follow them slowly. It will be much easier to find people."
"Don't fight or kill. There's a lot of trouble here, and we can't clean it up if we fight."
Cotzes was particularly worried about Doug Wugle, who unleashed violence, and repeatedly warned him.
"I know, I know, I'm only keeping an eye on you anyway. If you mess up, I'll give you a hammer."
"Haha, Nima."
Cozzes had an ugly expression on his face. He stared at Dougwuge's frost warhammer for a few times and then led a few people forward with a forced smile.
No matter whether he succeeds or fails this time, he will not feel comfortable. If he fails, he will be beaten to death by Doug Wuge. If he succeeds, he will be remembered by the City of Death, making it difficult to survive in the Kudros area.
What's even more troublesome is that the ice and fire magic in his body is out of control. Cozzes thought about it repeatedly and felt that he was dancing happily on the way to death.
"If I had known, I would have gone with that lunatic Bob to save the world. At least I would have been recruited. I can go to the Kingdom of Casa and become a great mage in the future."
Cotzes felt that he retired too early. If he had stayed on for a while, he might not have been in trouble like he is now.
As the caravan moved forward, several people were not questioned, and slightly exaggerated cloth strips were tied around their heads. This was the mark of the novices in the Kudros area, which attracted a lot of ridicule from a group of experienced people.
"Drive all these pigs down. One group is from the Military Academy of the Kingdom of Shanong. They took the initiative to create several accidents before hunting down such a group of people."
"The other batch is the black goods from Platland Black Sword. There are some who are good at fighting and some who are useless. You can distinguish them yourself."
"Three hundred gold for basic tactical commanders, one thousand gold for senior commanders, three thousand gold for expert commanders, and ten thousand gold for master commanders. Fill out the form according to the specifications and pay after passing the test."
The seller and the buyer had little conversation and went straight to the topic. The sinister old man waved his hand, and many carriages were opened in unison, and each one was tied tightly.
"Ah..."
Aelita exclaimed and stopped immediately. Several people glanced around silently, only to see Arenweir being tied up in the middle of a group of people, struggling from left to right, his eyes filled with angry emotions.
This young man woke up a little too late, and now he realizes that he has fallen into a tiger's den.
"The commander-in-chief must be honest when choosing people. It will be a blessing for you to be chosen. If you have potential, you will be the commander of the Kingdom of Corrison who is better than one person and is better than ten thousand people from now on."
The sinister old man smiled, the chicken skin on his face trembling from time to time.
"As long as you can endure hardship, you can learn the most bizarre formation methods, and even lead to master-level tactical command."
"Our invitation method may be a bit rude, but this is the underground world, and you should learn to adapt to the rules of the strong."
"I can tell you clearly that the last batch of tactical commanders also totaled 140 people. We finally selected only five people. We don't need waste here."
The person who made the deal with the sinister old man was a cold-faced knight, just like Glick when Xu Zhi saw him for the first time, with a stiff and cold expression on his face.
"Where are the others? The other one hundred and thirty-five." A tall and thin man asked as he struggled.
"Haha, skeletons, zombies, mummies, low-level blood slaves, and the utilization of waste are other people's work, not my responsibility."
The words of the cold-faced knight made many people tremble in their hearts.
Obviously, no one wants to become undead. To become a high-level undead and still have complete consciousness, to become a low-level cannon fodder, the consciousness will always be in chaos, and it is difficult to have a clear moment, even for low-level vampires.
This was more painful than being a slave. The scene was a little chaotic for a while, and many people were crying and trying to escape.
The cold-faced knight waved his hand, and a bunch of devil's sons with steel forks flew out and stabbed the group of people randomly, killing two or three people before they calmed down.
"Either die now, or try another way of life. Well, Shersin, I won't pay for those two losers who just died."
"No problem, waste is not valuable in the first place."
The sinister old man Shersin cursed at the corpse, and then someone came up and dragged the corpse down.
The transaction between the two parties was quite fast. It only took half an hour for these people to complete the handover. Shersin left with a large sum of money and the escort group smiling.
Taking action obviously requires an opportunity. Everyone realized that Allenville's time was too late and the best opportunity was missed.
"I will set fire to create opportunities, and you..." Cozzes took the initiative.
"Of course we will accompany you," Dougwug snorted, "Agrenel, this time we will have to rely on your stealth ability."
"I don't have the ability to lead people to escape in stealth."
Agranel frowned and looked around the city of Hand of Death. The protective guards inside were obviously beyond their expectations.
"Just remove the shackles on Allen Weir's hands and feet. As a tactical commander, he should know how to escape during the chaos."
Everyone was about to split up when they suddenly heard a commotion over the city.
"Little female dragons, get up quickly, your most handsome uncle Malasa is here."
The bone dragon's scarlet eyes opened, like lanterns, scanning the City of Death's Hand.
In the darkness, two huge ferocious figures flashed, with black bone spurs standing high behind them. Looking at the bone dragon hovering in the sky, the demons jumped up.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Master Bob."
"Kadonis, I didn't expect you to be in this damn place."
On the Bone Dragon, one person, Bob and Nags, sat at the front and the other at the back.
Facing the sudden attack of the demon, the two of them did not appear to be in a hurry. They had already prepared magic and waved it out.
And Marassa flicked the dragon's tail in an instant and turned to a higher altitude.
"good chance."
Doug Wuge was overjoyed. While many undead and kidnapped tactical commanders were watching, he picked up the hammer and got out like a cheetah.
"Do it."
There was no greater movement than the fight between Bob and the master of the city, Death Hand. This opportunity came at the right time, and Cozzes was spared even arson.
Agranel's figure flashed and escaped into the darkness. When he reappeared, he was already on the side of Arenville's body.