Warhammer Wizard

When Desen woke up again, he found that it was already dawn, and the clansmen in the same room had already got up and put on the prepared clothes.

I don't know what kind of fabric this suit is made of. The texture is very strong. The light blue fabric feels rough to the touch, but it is very comfortable to wear and the size is very close to the body. Everyone was equipped with a pair of leather boots with hard soles that felt stable on the ground.

The door of the warehouse opened, and a few imperial servants came in with food.

These foods are only grain bread and gruel, but the slaves have not eaten for a whole day. At this time, they smell the aroma of the bread and the hot gruel. grunting sound.

Under the protection of the extraordinary, the servant pushed the dining cart through the hallway of the room and distributed the food to everyone.

And announced that all-you-can-eat breakfast, but only this time.

The slaves cheered and couldn't wait any longer.

Desen devoured it. Since he was captured and made a slave by the Weiners, he has never eaten a full meal, and it is the first time that he has found that grain bread and gruel are so delicious.

After breakfast, the slaves sat on the bed contentedly, their stomachs swelled.

Desen kept restraint and only ate nine points full.

From what he had seen from last night until now, he realized that the slave owner who bought himself and his clan was definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, as far as he knows, except for the trade city-state of Turde, slavery is not allowed in the empire. This is Modu, and his destiny may usher in a turning point!

After a short rest, an extraordinary mercenary shouted: "Everyone come out."

The slaves looked at each other and walked out of the warehouse in groups of three or five.

Desen went out among the crowd, the morning sun was warm on his body, and he saw the other four tribesmen in the warehouse being called out.

Walking to the open space, he found that many people were looking at the sky with dull eyes.

Desen also looked up.

Suddenly I saw a city in the sky, suspended above the sky and flush with the clouds. Even if it was separated by dozens of miles, I could feel its grandeur and splendor.

"Floating City!"

"Mother God, this is simply a miracle..." Some slaves were shocked to kneel directly, facing the direction of the floating city, and praying to the Mother Earth.

Desen was also blank in his mind.

The floating city of the empire is famous all over the world. He has read it many times in the book, and he knows the origins and names of the seven floating cities of the empire. The shock of the empty city.

This seems to be a city of miracles that only gods can create, representing the pinnacle of mortal wisdom and skills!

After the shock, the slaves were gathered into the clearing.

Desen's eyes searched everywhere, and finally found the figure of his sister among the more than 300 female slaves. She seemed to be in good condition, with a ruddy complexion and also wearing light blue clothes.

After boarding a slave ship in the port of the Verna, he finally saw his sister again.

But before the brothers and sisters could recognize each other, the mercenary extraordinary gave a loud command to separate the men and women, and let everyone line up in the open space.

More than a thousand slaves, after half an hour of messy adjustment, finally lined up neatly.

Under the gaze of the mercenaries and centaurs, the slaves dared not speak, and the open space of Nuoda was silent.

Desen stood in the middle of the team, inexplicably nervous.

The mercenaries moved a simple wooden high platform and placed it in front of the queue. Just when the slaves were puzzled, a deep portal opened in front of them.

Then, a tall figure came out of it.

The slaves were amazed when they saw his appearance, and couldn't help but whisper.

"It turned out to be him!"

Desen in the team widened his eyes. This person was the big man who left a deep impression on him. He was still wearing light armor, with a large blood-red cloak on his back, and a faint smile on his handsome face. , Mighty and extraordinary, it seems that everything is under control.

Behind him, another group of burly warriors in heavy armor came out of the portal.

These warriors were half a body taller than ordinary people, like a high metal wall. As they walked, the ground trembled slightly, and a powerful and terrifying aura rushed toward them.

Desen's perception is naturally sharper than others, and he felt his hair stand on end just by looking at it twice.

Based on his intuition, any of these tall warriors can easily kill more than a thousand people, including himself!

When the portal closed, twelve terrifying warriors stood in a row.

Under the eyes of the slaves, the young noble stepped onto the platform that was only two meters high. He stood on it and could look down on everyone. His eyes swept over each slave, and there was an indescribable expression in his eyes. It feels as if everyone is carefully observing everyone.

The slaves didn't know why, but they didn't dare to make a sound, and some people bowed their heads subconsciously when they were seen.

until a few minutes later.

"Introduce yourself." His voice was very calm, which could be heard clearly by everyone, giving a very cordial feeling, and said: "I am Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan Augustus, the owner of this territory. Lord. Maybe you don't know me, it doesn't matter, you will know in the future, now you only need to know one thing, and I will buy you all."

Desen was shocked in his heart. He had a lot of speculations before, but he never thought that this young man, who was similar to himself, turned out to be a real lord!

He knew something about the imperial aristocracy.

It is very clear how rare the real lord of the empire is, not to mention, the Glamorgan lord is in Modu, and the status of this lord is probably more noble than that of the Archduke Kemeier!

And he's so young!

However, what surprised Desen and the slaves most was that the Lord Lord, the last half of the sentence was spoken in the language of the Kemer people.

Could it be that the lord is from Kemer?

Many slaves had this idea, and only a few who knew the empire like Desen knew that it was impossible. This lord should only be able to speak the Kemeier language, and his appearance features do not show any relationship with the Kemer people.

The lord standing on the high platform continued: "First of all, I want to tell you some good news." In the eyes of people, he solemnly announced:

"You are free."

All the Kemer people were stunned for a few seconds, and then they understood the meaning of this sentence. The scene was in an uproar, almost uncontrollable, and the mercenaries and centaurs hurried to maintain order.

The surprise came too quickly to be understood.

Even Desen, he was mentally prepared, but when he actually heard it, he was so excited that he almost cried.

Many people couldn't believe it and asked loudly, "Lord Lord, is this true?"

"Of course, what I say always counts." More than a thousand Kemer people looked at the lord eagerly, and listened to him: "The empire does not allow slavery, this is the Glamorgan Territory, not Shenzhen Hong Kong City, naturally we must abide by the empire's rules. By law, all slaves are automatically freedmen..."

Before the words were finished, the Kemer people rejoiced.

"God is above, I am free!"

"Earl of Glamorgan, you are a good man, and the mother goddess will bless you."

"Woooooo..." Some people hugged and cried with the clansmen around them.

After everyone's emotions subsided, the lord on the stage said again: "None of you are citizens of the empire, you have no identity record, you must register with me and become a lord of Glamorgan. It will take three years before you can become an official citizen. The people of the Empire, then leave my domain and move freely within the Empire."

Hearing this, many people hesitated.

Someone dared to ask: "Lord Lord, can we return to Kemeier immediately?"

"Can."

The young lord glanced at the person asking the question, with no emotion on his face, and replied, "But I don't recommend you do this."

Desen's heart jumped, knowing that the most crucial content was coming.

From the beginning to the end, he believed that the Earl of Glamorgan had other plans. No one would spend tens of thousands of gold shields to buy so many slaves, and then let them go in vain.

"Returning to the Principality of Kemer from the Empire, the cheapest ferry ticket costs three gold shields, and the passenger ship must pass through the deep port city and pass through the waters of the Verna people." The lord asked in a very calm tone: "You guys Do you think you have any chance of returning to Kemeier?"

Everyone fell silent.

Each of them is now penniless, how can they get three golden shields?

And the Lord Lord is right, no matter whether they are walking on land or by boat, they have to pass through the territory controlled by the Weena people. They are just ordinary people. Maybe they will be caught halfway and sold again as slaves.

Some people want this kind lord to contribute money and help to send them back.

However, even people who don't know the good or the bad have no face to make such a request, let alone get consent.

After a few minutes of silence, the lord smiled and said, "I suggest you stay in Glamorgan, I can provide you with a job, just work on this farm, with food and lodging, and there are eight more every month. A salary of one hundred copper dollars."

This treatment was even better than in the Principality of Kemer, and many people were immediately moved.

When they were in Kemeier, the money they earned in a month was converted into imperial copper dollars, which might not even be three hundred.

Some think further, like Desen.

His hometown "Monolong" has been burned down by the Weiners. Even if he goes back, he will become a refugee, and it is not as safe as in the empire.

And there is still a chance to become a real imperial citizen!

The lord standing on the stage paused, glanced at some people in the crowd, and said lightly: "I will select some people who are willing to work on this farm for training, so that you have the opportunity to become extraordinary. "

These words are like a shock.

Extraordinary!

Which ordinary person doesn't want to be an extraordinary person?

Whether it's to avenge your family, to live a better life, or to gain powerful power, it can only be achieved by taking the path of the supernatural.

Before they became slaves, they were all civilians, and only a few of them had been trained, and they had no connection with transcendence at all.

Now, this opportunity presents itself.

Desen's mind was almost stagnant, and then he reacted and put all his worries behind him. He was the first to raise his hand and shouted: "Lord Lord, I am willing to stay!"

"I would too."

"Lord Lord, I won't go back to Kemeier, please give me a chance!"

The queue that had been arranged with great difficulty suddenly became chaotic.

"All stand for me!"

A scolding sounded in everyone's ears~www.readwn.com~ with terrifying power in the voice, straight into the soul. Immediately, more than a thousand Kemer people stood on the spot, their eyes were full of horror, their legs were weak, and they didn't even have the strength to escape, and some people even became incontinent.

After two minutes, people gradually got rid of their fears and shivered to resume the queue.

Desen stood back in the team and looked at the lord on the stage with lingering fears. Just now, he seemed to have seen the legendary dragon and almost thought he was going to die.

"Is this the power of the Lord?"

He was both fearful and longing in his heart, and secretly said: "Just shouting, so many people are scared to death, when will I have such strength?"

While sighing, Desen heard the voice of the lord, "Okay, I will start selecting people now. The first batch of 300 will be trained for half a month to see the effect, and those who fail will be eliminated and added from the second batch."

He lifted his spirits and held his head high in anticipation of being selected.