Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Slave Aliens

In a forest a few miles away from the Windy City, everyone, including Aslan, wore Gareth's unique turban on their heads.

The whole person is full of Asan fan in an instant.

This is to avoid exposing Aslan's human identity.

In the Windy City, almost all the alien races could be seen, except the human race.

As for the slaves of the human race, if these alien races were given ten guts, they would not dare to sell them.

The surrounding countries can turn a blind eye to their living space, but if they dare to go beyond the threshold, they will be killed jointly.

Aslan and his party, with bright armor and accompanied by several great sword masters, had just entered the city when they were noticed by many people from other races.

It's just that after seeing Gareth and Belmode beside Aslan, they all obediently stepped aside.

After all, these two are long-established great sword masters in Changfeng Plain.

Outside the city gate, there were two half-orc soldiers wearing simple leather armor and holding spears. This kind of half-orcs was different from orcs. They had green faces and fangs, without any animal features, similar to the orcs in Warcraft.

The orcs in Sino continent are divided into half-orcs, orcs and strong orcs.

Although half-orcs are also members of the alien race, they do not have their own social system, and are completely slave races among the alien race.

In his previous life, Aslan was also shocked when he heard the news. After all, he was also an old player of Warcraft, and he had obsessive trust in the orcs.

These half-orcs looked ferocious and terrifying, but their actual combat effectiveness was similar to that of the human militia, and most of the time they were mainly coolies.

"Entry fee!"

The two half-orcs crossed their spears to stop Aslan and the others, speaking in jerky Continental lingua franca.

Aslan turned his head in doubt.

"What entrance fee?"

"It means the entrance fee!" Belmode said angrily.

"Oh!" Aslan nodded speechlessly.

"How much?"

"Five copper coins per person." The orc stretched out his palm and said.

Looking at the remaining four palms of the orc in front of him, Aslan said jokingly, "Boss!"

Boss beside him immediately threw out two silver coins, pointing at them and a group of twenty-two people in total.

The half-orc was stunned for a moment, and counted a little. When the last knight passed, the half-orc stuffed back ninety copper coins, which made the knight dumbfounded, and finally had to put it up.

"It seems that copper coins have great purchasing power here!" Aslan said casually.

Gareth and Belmode nodded at the same time.

Kruse had to add: "Master! For ordinary people, the purchasing power of copper coins is indeed great."

Aslan glanced at Kruse, he didn't want to talk to Kruse, this guy is a jerk, why didn't he find out before.

As time goes by, as long as Aslan's words are slightly unreasonable, he will definitely jump out.

"Are there a lot of alien half-orc slaves?" Aslan asked suddenly.

Belmode didn't care about that.

"I don't know about the tribe, my tribe should have tens of thousands!"

Aslan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what to say.

He remembered that the key reason why the alien race was finally defeated in the previous life was that the half-orc slaves they ruled resisted. At a critical moment, they fought back and killed the elite of the alien race. Then, under the command of their leader of the rebels, began to attack Migration of the Far North.

It is said that the number of half-orcs who migrated at that time exceeded tens of millions, which scared the commander of the human race coalition army to death.

Aslan remembered very clearly that during the migration of the half-orcs, the human army chased and killed them all the way, and they didn't stop until they reached the extreme north.

Because it's winter, the extreme north is getting colder, and the elements of ice are integrated into the wind, forming an extremely cold storm unique to the extreme north.

It is said that there are less than 300,000 half-orcs who fled to the extreme north. Aslan has no idea about their future, because he was already dead at that time.

Entering the Windy City, Aslan was disgusted by the strange smells here.

The Windy City in front of him was seriously different from what Aslan had expected.

Inside the towering city walls, there are no houses, but various tents, and a sunshade is set up outside the tents to set up stalls on the ground.

There were all kinds of things for sale, including weapons and armor, grain and meat, and even foreign slaves. What left Aslan speechless the most was that there was a livestock fence not far away.

There are a lot of livestock locked inside, among which cattle and sheep are the most, followed by local tyrants and rats, as for pigs and beasts, there are not many.

None of the horses that Aslan cared about could be seen.

"The centaurs never sell war horses casually. If you want to buy war horses, you have to go to their tribe to buy them." Gareth saw that Aslan had been watching from the livestock fence, and immediately explained.

"Oh!" Aslan immediately looked away, took out a silk scarf and tied it on his face, using it as a mask.

Belmode on the side stared at Gareth with angry eyes.

He was sure that he had heard correctly just now, the purpose of Gareth bringing Lord Melo here was to buy war horses.

Gareth directly ignored Belmode's angry gaze, and began to take Aslan for a stroll around the Windy City.

Aslan also began to look carefully at the goods around him. He actually saw a shop that sold flamboyant stones.

"Go! Go and have a look." Aslan said proactively.

The foreign race who sold the Fire Flame Stone was the Centaur tribe. The strong man of the Centaur tribe had bulging muscles. He was only wearing a leather armor with a spear hanging from his back.

"How do you sell the Fire Flame Stone?" Aslan picked up one and asked curiously.

The quality is even better than those sold by Germain, so it should not be picked up from open-pit mines.

"A ton of five thousand catties of grain."

The centaur trader saw that Aslan's party was well-armored, and the leaders were Belmode and Gareth, two veteran powerhouses from the Changfeng Plain, and he immediately regained his spirits.

"My Fire Flame Stones are all top-quality, each piece can be burned for several days, it is definitely a high-grade material for heating in winter."

The corners of Aslan's mouth twitched when he heard that, it turned out that these guys were using the Flame Stone as coal.

"Five thousand catties of grain is a bit expensive!"

Aslan's words made the corners of Belmode and Gareth's mouths twitch slightly.

The two also agreed to define Aslan as a profiteer in their hearts.

The centaur trader could see that Aslan had the intention to buy, so he immediately became energetic and began to sell, talking about the various benefits of the flame stone and the convenience of using it in winter.

"One ton of flame stones, two thousand catties of grain!" Aslan asked directly to bargain.

Belmode's mouth was opened into an O-shape, this price was too hard to kill.

Gareth's scalp was numb, and he had a feeling that taking Aslan to the Northwind Prairie this time would definitely become his shadow for the rest of his life.

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