our family is gone

Chapter 142 Barbarian Warrior
"This little guy doesn't count, just treat it as a gift."

The slave owner is also a human being. He can sense Tiffany's emotional changes, and it is a good deal for him to give away an extra baby that no one wants in exchange for favor.

Lance didn't react much, and continued walking, observing the children in the cells.

There were not many children, only a dozen or so, most of them were between five and ten years old. They were taken captive, and they all shy away from this harsh environment.

Then randomly picked five healthy people with normal reactions.

The environment is a little better when you go to the third floor, and most of the cells here are separate cells, not because of other reasons, but simply because they are expensive.

"The minimum here is dozens of gold coins. Look at this, ordinary families can't raise this kind of appearance. She used to be served by a few maids. Her hands are like suet jade. That's why my father went bankrupt in this disaster..."

The slave owner enthusiastically introduced those women to Lance, but Tiffany was secretly afraid when she looked at these people, and she couldn't help but look at Lance... If he hadn't come over, and the business group closed down, would she also be killed? Captured as slaves, and then selected by others?
"Introduce something interesting, don't waste my time."

All of these women are indeed very good-looking, and their quality is a level higher than the ordinary people below.

However, he has some money now, but it is not to the extent that he can squander it at will, so he must plan carefully.

He needs labor force, combat power, everything makes way for development, and these women can't meet his needs at all.

Seeing that Lance is not interested in these slave owners, they are not so eager this time, because the high-end market is not so easy to be filled by refugees. Although these goods are discounted, they can still be taken over.

"Of course, guests, look here, we got a barbarian warrior."

"Oh! How did you get it?" Lance was indeed a little interested when he heard it.

Back then, the battle of the wolf group was also thrilling. Those barbarians were all brave and fearless, and it was more difficult to capture than to kill.

Tiffany was also quite curious, not because she had never seen barbarian warriors, on the contrary, because of the proximity to the Misty Mountains, tribal mercenaries were often seen here, but barbarians were rarely seen as slaves.

"It's strange to say that she came to us on her own initiative. She dared to attack our caravan alone. It seems that she was definitely expelled by the tribe. She was looking for a fanatical lunatic who died in battle..."

Lance could understand what he meant. The caravan he was talking about was actually a slave hunting team, and of course it was also a part-time job to transport goods in.

Under normal circumstances, the barbarians also like to buy for zero yuan. They go down the mountain to plunder caravans to obtain their supplies.

Therefore, those who dare to trade with the barbarians are all ruthless people and powerful caravans. Of course, there will also be slave catchers watching these places.

It has long been unclear who is right and who is wrong between the two.

As for the barbarian warrior who launched a suicide charge alone, according to the judgment of the slave owner, he must have committed some crime in the tribe and wanted to atone for his sin with death.

Soon the two were taken to a cell, and behind the fence was a woman wearing barbarian-style animal skin clothing.

She should not be very old, with long wine-red hair, indigo tattoos on half of her face, and lean muscles on her limbs, which are not overly swollen, but give people a feeling of strength.

But at this time, her body was covered with whip marks, and the blood oozing out congealed into bloodstains.

Apparently, Lance's scrutinizing gaze woke this guy up. The moment his eyes made contact, she suddenly rushed forward. The movement was so fast that it took only a second to hear the sound of chains colliding and then straightening.

"Ah-ow!"

The woman roared crazily, and the chains made noises incessantly as she struggled. Seeing that her eyes were red with blood, she was gnashing her teeth like a lioness who would prey on someone.

Tiffany was startled by this action, subconsciously backed away, even though she was chained and fenced, she was still a little worried.

"Damn it! I've been hungry for three days and still have strength." Even the slave owner couldn't help being startled, and couldn't help worrying whether the ancient building could resist the frenzied force.

Only Lance was unmoved, his eyes stayed on her, and a smile slowly appeared on his calm face.

The slave owner noticed this, and immediately sold it regardless of other things.

"Guest, look, a powerful barbarian warrior, whether it is used as a guard or taken to the arena is a good choice."

"how much is it?"

"One hundred gold coins."

"Ten."

This knife cut directly on the main artery, the slave owner quickly added.

"This is a rare female barbarian warrior, and five people died trying to catch this guy..."

"I don't care how many people you die, it has nothing to do with me." Lance interrupted him, and turned his head to glance.

"If you can make her obedient with a hundred gold coins, that's fine, but the problem is that you simply don't have the ability to tame this beast. No matter how good she is, it won't help at all."

"No, no, this price is too low, I might as well sell it to the arena." The slave owner shook his head frantically. This is different from before, and it really hurts.

"If it was really possible, you would have shot it long ago, no arena would want this kind of thing that looks dead at a glance.

Now I'm willing to spend some money to play, if she starves for another day or two, she will die, and then all you can get is a corpse. "

The slave owner fell into a difficult situation, and looked at the barbarian and worried.

Just like what Lance said, this guy is not obedient at all, no matter how hard he tortures him, it's useless. One of his men was even bitten off the neck by her and died on the spot because he got too close.

It's not that he hasn't tried to contact the arena, and the barbarian female warrior is still very interesting to hype.

But the people in the arena are not fools. They make money by placing bets instead of tickets. When you come here, you can tell that this guy is out of control, so how can you manipulate the odds?

Leaving a sentence to take over when he is well trained, the price will not be the same if he can be trained well, at least double the price.

But now that it is wiped out, how could he accept it?

"How about it be cheaper, sixty."

"You and I both know she's not worth the price."

Seemingly understanding the conversation between the two, the woman's resistance became even crazier, even though her hands and feet were worn out by the chains and blood oozes out, she roared with crappy words, including some incomprehensible tribal battle cries.

"Waaagh! Kill you!"

"I lose my mind, it's hard to communicate, it's worthless~" Lance shook his head slowly as he watched her go crazy, as if he had lost interest.

The slave owner became anxious immediately, and quickly stretched out three fingers, "Thirty! I'll give you two more children."

"Twenty, I want all your remaining children." Lance raised his hand and pressed one of his fingers.

(End of this chapter)