"Erm … This thing …" Baiyi looked at the piece of marinated dragon meat that Zhang San took out and hesitated. Although it was considered to be a type of meat jerky, looking at the metallic luster on the surface, it did not look like it could be used as food.
"I know, I know. I know what you want to say. Actually, I've already tried it when I first got my hands on it," Zhang San said as he picked up the piece of marinated dragon meat and slashed it against the wall. Zhang San said. He picked up the dried dragon meat and slashed it against the rock wall next to him. It issued an ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other. Some sparks could be seen faintly coming out.
No matter how you looked at it, it was definitely not something that could be eaten by ordinary people.
"I've decided to grind this piece of dragon jerky into a dagger. Hmm, yes, I'll use it as a family heirloom and pass it down to my descendants …" Zhang San gestured in the air with that piece of jerky, looking rather pleased with himself.
"As long as you're happy …" That was all Baiyi could say.
That night, the rescue team had all fallen asleep. Mia and Tisdale were still sleeping together, hugging the hammerhead shark plushie in her arms and a little lamb curled up next to her pillow. Baiyi stayed by the two girls' side and tucked them in tightly. Then, he turned around to listen to the discussion in the Void.
At this point in the discussion, there was already a conclusion. The most valuable part was that the mysterious realm that the ancestors lived in was different from the common realms. The barrier between the realms was very thin, which was why they could sense the presence of the Voidwalkers. As for the purpose of the ancestors, what kind of method they used to transmit their power and why they went to that strange realm? None of them could come up with any valuable conclusion.
On the contrary, it was their insistence to let every soul of the Alpine Barbarians return to that realm that was a little strange. Some people thought that they were trying to escape the punishment of the Law while others said that they were trying to accumulate more power. In short, there were many different opinions. At that moment, the only thing that everyone could agree on was that the ancestors were very mysterious.
"If there's a chance in the future, let's talk to them more," the Archmage said to Baiyi. "For now, we can only put it aside for now. By the way, how's the situation on your side?"
"Not bad." Baiyi said as he broke off a protruding rock from the wall. Using both of his hands, he crushed the rock into fine powder and the powder flowed down his fingertips to the ground, "The Barbarians have agreed to my request. With this power, it won't be difficult to save Undine. I just don't know how she's doing right now..."
At this time, Undine, who was the focus of the discussion, could be said to be somewhat lucky. Up until now, she had not been touched by anyone and the tragedy of the Silverfall Swordswoman had not happened yet. However, judging from her current situation, if no one came to rescue her, she would soon change her name to Sword Saint Bai Zhuo.
At that moment, Undine was wearing a blue aristocratic evening dress that did not match the style of the surrounding. The high slit of the dress revealed a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in a layer of sexy black silk stockings. Her exposed back had been maintained by long-term medication without any signs of exercise. In fact, it was as delicate as a little girl's... She was still as beautiful as ever. However, her beautiful body was roughly tied up with hemp ropes, creating a strange sense of beauty. Her hands that were covered with black silk gloves were tied behind her back.
Right now, Undine looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. She was hung in the middle of a tent with the tip of her white high heels barely touching the ground. Her head was lowered, and her light blue long hair hung limply beside her face, revealing her slender swan-like neck.
Beside her stood a barbarian girl who was dressed up in a rather special way. The girl had short white hair and a pair of wine-red eyes. Her skin was not as fair and delicate as Undine's. Instead, it was a sexy bronze colour. She wore a translucent tulle coat, and one could clearly see that the coat only covered the important parts of her body with a little bit of cloth.
"You have been hung here for so many days, but you are still so beautiful." The barbarian girl spoke in a rather standard common language. She gently brushed her hand over Undine's private parts that were tied up by the rope, forcing Undine, who was tied up by the cloth, to let out a seductive moan.
"Can you tell me why you are so beautiful?" The barbarian girl said as she untied the cloth in Undine's mouth. Then, she reached out and lifted Undine's chin, lifting her beautiful face that had been tortured but was still beautiful.
"Pfft …" Undine wanted to spit on her weakly, but the little water and food intake every day made her unable to even produce saliva.
"Hehe, you are so cute." The barbarian girl had a satisfied expression on her face. "I hope you can still maintain your stubbornness and pride when you're lying under the crotch of the warriors three days later. This way, their anger will be appeased even more." After saying that, she let go of her hand again. Undine's neck lost its support and drooped weakly once again.
"Speaking of which, you have never been touched by a man before, have you?" The barbarian girl continued to tease Undine, and even reached out to rub and pinch Undine's chest.
"Ah ~" Undine let out another moan, and her face was involuntarily dyed red. She really wanted to open her mouth and explain that her chest had been touched by a stinky pervert last time, so this could also be considered as being touched by a man, right? However, she really did not have the strength to speak. Even if she had the strength, she was afraid that she would not be in the mood to say anything.
The long period of imprisonment had numbed her heart, and even her regret had almost been forgotten. Instead, she felt like laughing. She remembered that she did not listen to Tisdale's advice and even boasted that she would capture the Barbarian King. Now, it seemed that the Barbarian King was indeed a beautiful girl who did not lose to her. Unfortunately, she was the one who was captured.
In fact, until today, Undine still did not know what had happened. The messenger that she had sent in advance told her that the Barbarian King had accepted her tribute and would meet her in her own big tent. That made her let down her guard for a moment, and she dressed up as if she was attending a noble banquet. She did not even bring her weapon and just stood in front of the Barbarian King in her high heels.
The meeting was very normal at first. Both parties chatted happily. Undine was about to reach an agreement to establish a stable trade route through the grassland barbarians' territory, completing the great task that no one before her had been able to achieve. Just when she was about to save her own family, a sudden noise suddenly came from outside the tent. It turned out that the caravan that was stationed outside the tent had a conflict with the barbarians. They even started to fight!
The caravan was surrounded by the barbarian cavalry, the black Soul Armature was personally dismantled by the Barbarian King, Undine was captured, and other than a few who managed to escape, the whole caravan was annihilated. The merchants and mercenaries were either killed or crippled to become slaves. Undine herself was hung in the tent, helplessly waiting for her fate of becoming a plaything under someone else's crotch.
Until today, Undine still could not figure out what had happened. Before she met the King, she had specifically warned the mercenaries not to have any conflict with the barbarians, but the result was contrary to her wishes. At first, she had righteously accused the group of grassland barbarians of treachery, but the barbarians were filled with righteous indignation and said that she was the traitor who wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the barbarian's big tent.
In fact, the truth of the matter was like this. Although the grassland barbarians were insidious and greedy, their current King had a very long-term vision. She knew what the trade route could bring to her tribe, so she stood her ground and suppressed the opposing voices of the other tribes. She was ready to accept the request of the Dole family and help them build the trade route.
However, at the crucial step, she made the mistake of choosing a tribe that had opposed the trade route from the very beginning to be responsible for receiving the caravan. The Khan of the tribe had assigned his only son to be in charge of the trade route. However, this son did not understand the common language and had a rather arrogant attitude. As for the caravan, it was the only brother of the mercenary leader who was in charge of the negotiation. He did not understand the barbarian language either, so the communication between both parties had to rely on the translator prepared by the Dole family.
In the end, the translator was a little lousy and he mistranslated a few key words. At first, both parties could barely communicate, but when the translator mistakenly translated a normal greeting into wanting to have sex with the other party's mother, the conflict between both parties could no longer be contained.
The Khan's son stabbed the leader's brother to death. In a moment of anger, the leader forgot everything and slashed the Khan's son in half with his sword. Then, the situation became what it was today. No matter how interested the current Barbarian King was in opening up the trade route, he could not suppress the opposing opinions of the other tribes. Therefore, he could only use Undine as a prize to appease their anger.
It could be said that the Dole Family's many years of preparation, Undine's painstaking efforts, and the epoch-making feat of opening up the trade route between the North and the South were all ruined by a deceptive translator. What was even more hateful was that the guy, who was the center of the conflict, was trampled to death at the beginning of the conflict. Dead men told no tales, and the truth of the matter was buried in the long river of history along with the deaths of the three people involved.
The only thing worth rejoicing about was that Undine did not know, and would never know, that it was this small detail that caused her to fail at the last moment. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for her to face the fact that all her previous efforts had been wasted because of her small oversight.
Undine was in a state of complete despair now. All the elites of her family had been buried here by her and she thought that no one would come to save her. However, after being teased by the Barbarian King today, she was reminded of the past when she was molested by that damn pervert.
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