Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 94 Slave Camp

  The Great Meteor Crater is a basin. The reason why this place is called such a strange name is because it is a crater.

  Many places on the wasteland do not have official names, and they are called casually according to the characteristics of the landforms. Over time, this strange name has spread.

  Before Baron Baron came to the wasteland, it was already a slave trading market. Later, Baron captured here and took the business here as his own.

  Although the slave trade can bring huge profits, in the eyes of nobles, it is not a decent thing after all. So Baron has always handed over this business to his subordinates, and he himself rarely comes to the Great Meteor Crater in person.

  In the northeast corner of the big crater, there is a place where slaves are concentrated.

There are more than a dozen large iron cages on the open space, each of which is two people high and seven or eight meters long. The slaves are squeezed into the cages like piglets, eating, drinking, and lying in the cages. It is conceivable that here How bad the sanitary conditions are, the smell of sweat, excrement and urine, all kinds of smells are mixed together, and there is a disgusting stench in the air.

  Slaves are kept in different cages according to their race. There are not only human slaves, but also indigenous slaves. There are jackals, hobolds, kobolds, and even goblins. Compared with human slaves, the price of native slaves is cheaper, and a goblin is only worth ten copper coins.

  It is difficult for the nobles living in the empire to see these natives living in the wasteland. They are pampered and have money and leisure. They are willing to pay ten silver coins to watch a **** fight between different races;

   There are also some people who have a collection habit, and they like to raise these strange alien races they have never seen before. For these people, raising tigers and lions in captivity is not much different from raising goblins in captivity, and goblins are even cheaper to eat.

  The half-elves of the Moon Chasing Tribe were also among these slaves. There were about 300 people in their group, and they were locked in different cages. All their weapons were confiscated, their hands and feet were shackled, and the tribe's property and deer were also taken away by the slave team.

These half-elves leaned against each other and sat in the cage. Everyone's face was ashen, and the atmosphere of despair enveloped them. Some children were crying softly, but the adults were no longer in the mood to comfort the children, and their tears had already dried up. up.

They all know the fate of becoming slaves. Very few big buyers will buy the entire tribe at once. The greatest possibility is that they will be divided into several batches and sold, and they will be forced to leave their brothers and sisters. unable to meet.

  The beauty of the elves was originally a gift from the gods to them, but now, it seems to be a curse. No matter where they go, half-elves are lambs to be slaughtered.

  In the oppressive atmosphere, Tess, the patriarch of the Moon Chasing Tribe, still did not give up hope.

   Half-elves still maintain the tradition of ancient elves, and the patriarch is generally a woman. Tess looked to be in her early twenties, and she looked outstanding even among the half-elves,

She stood up and encouraged the people around her: "People, please rest assured, I believe that the brave Al will bring us reinforcements, and my friend Aisha will not leave us alone, she and her lord will come to rescue us."

  Tess's encouragement didn't have much effect, no one responded to her, and the half-elves were still lifeless. Everyone knew that Tess's words had no basis at all, maybe Al was dead at this time.

  Tess suddenly felt a great grief welling up from the depths of her heart, her eyes became hot, and tears almost fell down. But she finally held back, she never forgot her responsibility as the patriarch, even if the clansmen had given up struggling, she could not give up hope.

   "Master Baron, this way please."

  At this time, Tess suddenly heard voices and footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a group of people coming from a distance.

   Baron Baron strode forward at the head of the team, the captain of the slave catcher followed him respectfully, serving him carefully, and behind him was a group of armored soldiers.

   "Please look, my lord, this is the half-elf I caught recently. This is a rare good, and it will definitely fetch a good price."

  The captain of the slave hunting team took two quick steps, came to the iron cage where the half-elf was held, and reported his achievements to Baron with a flattering look.

  The captain of the slave catcher was a one-eyed dragon with a bad left eye. A gray cloth strip was wrapped around his head obliquely to block the bad eye. Also because he was blind in one eye, people around him called him one-eyed.

  Baron walked to the iron cage and looked at the half-elf inside the cage. His eyes were very cold, as if he was not looking at a real person, but a bunch of commodities. The surrounding smell was terrible, and he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

   "My lord, would you like to pick a few to take back? This one is the most beautiful, and he is the patriarch of their half-elf." One-eyed showed a mean smile, and pointed to Tess.

  Baron looked at Tess, and Tess looked at Baron fearlessly, her beautiful green eyes were full of anger.

  Tess's beauty is enough to tempt a man with a heart of stone, and Baron is no exception. For a moment, he really felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to the same place, but he quickly suppressed this restlessness.

   "These are precious commodities. I don't need women. I need money. With money, I can expand my army." Baron said coldly.

  For the sake of expanding his career, Baron abandoned all distracting thoughts, including women.

  Misunderstood the master's thoughts, One Eye hurriedly lowered his head in fear: "I understand, my lord."

   "I've seen enough." Baron turned his back to the slave cage. "I still have something to do, I'll leave it to you to take care of here, and I'm leaving."

  The gate of the slave camp slowly opened, and Baron rode on a horse, leading his guards, and a group of people hurried away.

  …

   Not long after Baron left, Robin brought his men to the vicinity of the big crater.

   Outside the slave camp, on a high ground about 300 meters away, Robin and Aisha were lying in the grass, staring at the slave camp in the distance.

   At this time, the sun had already set, and the sky was gradually darkening. Robin could no longer see the situation in the slave camp, but the half-elves had superb eyesight. Aisha's eyes were like a pair of human telescopes. Even among the half-elfs, her eyesight was exceptionally good. And after awakening the power of the bloodline, this perception ability was strengthened again,

  The green eyes of the matriarch shone slightly in the dimness, like a pair of beautiful emeralds. Her pupils dilated slightly, and in her field of vision, the slave camp seemed to be drawn before her eyes, and she could see clearly the folds of the sentry's clothes in the watchtower.

  On the edge of the large crater, the slave catchers built a three-meter-high wooden fence to enclose the entire basin. An archery tower will be built at intervals of the wooden fence, and archers stand guard on the archery tower, watching the surrounding movement vigilantly.

  Robin had quietly circled around the slave camp just now, and finally decided that it would be safest to attack from the main entrance. The nearly three-meter-high camp gate looked solid, but Robin felt that he could kick it open with one kick.

  The lord lay prone in the grass, looked up at the sky, there was still a little light left in the western sky, but it was completely dark in the east.

   "We'll start when it's completely dark." Robin said to Aisha beside him.

  (end of this chapter)