Three thousand miles south of the north!
This was a loess high slope area, which used to be a lush forest. However, as the human kingdoms began to develop this area, a large number of trees were cut down, causing quite serious soil erosion. The consequences of this soil erosion directly led to the emergence of a Yellow River, but it was not called the Yellow River in this world, but the Nile Dona River. This was the language of the Essenda, the descendants of humans during the Arcane Empire, who could live to more than 120 years old. This name meant 'turbid river'.
Looking south of the Nile Dona River, there were scattered villages and towns. These were the gathering places of human beings. Since 300 years ago, they had been constantly cutting down trees here. Now, from the Lost Forest to the Dark Forest area, the number of trees had decreased by at least one-third. These trees were like the Han people in the Central Plains. For various reasons, they cut down the forest in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and then completely led to uncontrollable soil erosion.
Regarding this matter, it could be said that the Druid Conclave was quite dissatisfied!
There were fierce conflicts between the two sides because of this, but because there was no powerful Druil organization in this area, and there was another very special existence, so in the end, the result was still inconclusive. However, after the soil erosion was more obvious, humans began to notice some problems, and a little restrained the cutting and development in the past. There was almost a budding industry here, but in the end, it was suppressed in the beginning by all forces.
At this time.
Near the edge of the Lost Forest, a graceful and vigorous figure was moving forward at high speed. She was wearing an exquisite leather armor with a special emblem on her chest. Even though she was covered in dust, it could not cover up her heroic spirit. This was a Knight in Silver. She seemed to have been on the road for a long time. When she saw a thick smoke in front of her, she could not help but speed up her pace and rushed toward the place where the smoke was coming from. A village appeared in front of them, but it was eerily silent. They couldn't hear the sounds of chickens and dogs barking. There were no signs of human activity.
A loud and clear cry of an eagle rang out.
Then an eagle flew down from the sky and turned into a middle-aged Druil with thick hair for a moment. He glanced at the Knight in Silver next to him and said in a deep voice, "There is no one else nearby! I don't know why the Druil Council suddenly sent us here to investigate. Is there something more important here? "
The Knight in Silver's expression was serious as she whispered, "Listen! There's no movement at all. There's almost no one alive here! "
The two of them headed towards the village.
The village in front of him was almost destroyed. There were burn marks everywhere, and there were many corpses on the ground. The Knight in Silver leaned over and looked at the corpses. Then, with a solemn expression, she said, "It wasn't done by bandits! None of their belongings were taken. It seems like the cause of their deaths is a little strange! "
"Over there!" The middle-aged Druil closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. Then, he pointed in a direction and rapidly approached.
The Knight in Silver quickly followed. As they passed through the burned ruins of the house, everything in front of them made their faces pale. This was because they saw many corpses. There were men and women, young and old, as well as women and children. There were many traces of burning firewood nearby. In the center, there was a corpse that was almost burnt to a crisp. There were many messy footprints on the ground. It seemed that many things had happened before everything happened.
"Fallen?"
The middle-aged Druil looked around, turned around, looked at the Knight in Silver, and asked, "Or other evil existences?"
The Knight in Silver's expression was serious. She picked up a small piece of dark red skin from the ground and looked at it. Then, she said, "It's the devil!"
"Let's go!"
"We must report to the council immediately. A devil has appeared here."
"Damn it!"
"How did the devil of the Purgatory of Baator come out?!"
…
Eastern Sea Route.
The half-elf first mate stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his arm. He had just been stabbed by a sneak attack, but the injury was not serious. As a pirate, he was used to being injured. Next to him, his men were bandaging him. Some fierce pirates were kicking the surrendered captives, mainly some crew members who had no fighting power.
"How are the casualties?"
The half-elf first mate asked his men to tie a knot directly on the bandage. Then he stood up and said, "How many died? How many were injured? Have all the enemies been cleaned up? "
A rather shrewd-looking pirate ran over, bowed his head and said, "Your Excellency. Thirty-two died, and about fifty or sixty were injured. All the enemies who resisted were killed. There were still people under the cabin who wanted to resist, but they were also killed by us. All the things are sealed under the cabin. We know the rules of His Excellency Throat Cutter. We can guarantee that no one will sneak down. "
"Okay." The half-elf first mate nodded slightly and said with satisfaction, "Don't touch the things below. When we return to Port Tylon, there will be rewards for you."
He stood up and walked down the cabin where the slaves were transported.
Those things were nothing at all. There were other ways to make money. What he really cared about the most was the slave craftsmen from the East. The task given by His Excellency Søren was still the most important. The half-elf first mate quickly brought his men to the bottom of the cabin. Most of the slaves locked up inside had Oriental characteristics. They looked a bit like people from the desert, but their skin was a little yellow. The outline of their faces was not as clear as the people here, and the lines of their faces were softer.
"Who are the craftsmen?"
The half-elf first mate looked at the fifty or sixty slaves in front of him. The Eastern trade route would not transport those cheap goods, so the quality of the slaves in front of him was relatively high.
A quick-witted guy quickly came over and answered, "There are more than thirty craftsmen here. There are more than ten over there. All of them are imported Eastern gladiators. They will be sent to the City of Wealth and then sold to the underground arena on the south coast. These slaves are all very valuable. "
Gladiators?
The half-elf first mate showed a look of interest on his face. He walked in front of an Eastern gladiator and looked at the strong man in front of him. The man's muscles were not very strong, not as exaggerated as many of the warriors here, but his muscle lines had a sense of strength and fluidity. It was said that the Eastern gladiators were more agile, and some of them had been trained by Eastern monks. It seemed that the rumors were true. [Note: Many of the Eastern Warriors are Level 1 or 2 Martial Monks. Their training method is similar to that of Martial Monks.]
"Take them all back."
The half-elf first mate glanced at the shackles on the other party's hands and said, "These people look a little useful. His Excellency Throat Cutter is in need of manpower. Maybe there will be a chance to use them."
"Huh?"
He glanced at the innermost part of the cabin, then walked over carefully and asked, "What's in the cage over there? Why is there no sound at all? Is it empty? "
Someone immediately brought a torch over.
As the light shone, the creature in the cage appeared in front of them. Many people couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Then, someone suddenly realized something and said, "This is …? Is this an Eastern Werebeast? "
What appeared in front of them was a little girl.
She was a very, very small girl, at most six or seven years old. She was wearing a floral dress and her face was a little messy. However, one could see her big eyes and fair skin. That wasn't the most amazing thing about her. What was even more amazing was her ears. They were furry like a cat's ears, and there was a small cat's tail sticking out of her butt.
"A Werebeast?"
The half-elf first mate couldn't help but look at her in surprise, then murmured, "It seems to be the legendary Catwoman? I thought this kind of Werebeast was extinct! I didn't expect to find one in the East! "
Whoosh!
Facing a group of ferocious-looking pirates, the little girl in front of them seemed a little afraid. However, the courage in her heart made her bare her teeth at them, revealing an obvious pair of small canine teeth as if she was wild and untamed. Werebeasts began to decline significantly after the Arcane Empire and were now very rare. The specific reason for their appearance was unknown. Anyway, legends said that it was related to something taboo.
After all, the great arcanists had always wanted to get their hands on the realm of the gods, including the part of creating life.
The half-elf first mate looked at her curiously, then ordered, "Don't hurt her. This Catwoman looks quite rare. Bring her back and give her to the young mistress as a gift."
The young mistress he mentioned.
Of course, he was referring to Vivian. But in fact, he was mainly referring to Vivian because only she would occasionally order them around.
Now, among Søren's core subordinates, who didn't know that Vivian was the apple of Søren's eye?
Not to mention, Vivian's strength was somewhat unfathomable to them!
…
The half-elf first mate walked out quickly.
There were already a few people waiting outside. One of them, a middle-aged man with a pair of single-rimmed glasses, looked a little gentlemanly, and didn't look like a pirate. Instead, he looked more like a merchant's shopkeeper. The goods on the three ships have been counted. There are a total of 26 boxes of porcelain, 21 boxes of tea bricks, about 12 boxes of other spices, and some rare silk fabrics. The total value is probably more than 50,000 Kindler coins. If we can sell them to the local nobles, the value is estimated to increase by 50%! "
Hearing these words.
The half-elf first mate couldn't help but stare blankly. Then, he murmured, "So much?! So valuable?! "
He felt that something was a little wrong.
Because the value of the goods on the three ships seemed to be quite high! And they were the most expensive and valuable goods on the Eastern sea route!
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