Chapter 670 The Wisdom of Slaves

"Don't you know the reputation of the Black Feet of Mordor?" Elf Zelawan said, holding the sparkling star diamond in his hand: "He is willing to exchange it with you. This is a gift. Think about it for yourself!"

In fact, the elves are not sure what the reputation of the Blackfoot of Mordor is. From the slave trader to the new owner, it was only a few kilometers away. It was already good to know that this title came from the approval of the Dark Lord Sauron. As for the past achievements of the "Blackfoot of Mordor", whether they were war chiefs or generals, he didn't have enough time to find out.

The last star diamond on his body was also his last connection with the starry sky elves tribe. It has been three years since the important prophecy and long mission, but I still haven't been able to find that important person.

Of the original ten elves, now only he and his sister are left. Moreover, they have lost their freedom and may even lose their lives. How can they still complete the mission? He exhaled slowly, as if he was gradually losing his patience, but in fact he was lamenting his unfortunate fate.

"No orc wants this. Take it and don't hinder my business." The orc squinted his small eyes and looked at the elf's body with a strange look, licking his fangs with his tongue. His big hands pressed tightly against the hard bread and dried meat on the table, making it clear that he didn't believe what this pretty boy said.

"This is the instruction of Lord Blackfoot of Mordor. This name has the approval of the Dark Lord!"

"I don't understand what the word approval is." As soon as the orc finished speaking, he noticed a shadow appearing in the corner of his eyes. The flag behind Zhao Mai blocked the light and kept rattling in the wind. "Don't talk about me all day long, you have to be respectful, okay?" Zhao Mai glanced at the orc's goods, then laughed at the elf and said, "Is this your ability?"

The elf who was exposed did not panic, and still said confidently: "This is just the first step, and I haven't started to use my abilities yet."

This is an act of self-protection, which Zhao Mai can understand. He copied it casually, but the elf didn't react at all, and the last star diamond landed in the middle of Zhao Mai's palm. "Pretty little stone, I don't blame you if you don't know me, but you don't know my name. Isn't it a very serious mistake?"

The orc merchant knew trouble was coming as soon as he heard this. He had never seen the Blackfeet of Mordor fighting, and he didn't believe the rumor of "defeating every opponent with one punch", thinking it was too exaggerated propaganda. Now all the commanders and war chiefs are recruiting troops, and it's hard to guarantee that some orcs are cunning enough to come up with false propaganda to spread their reputation.

He wavered between flattery and toughness for a while, and finally chose flattery. The reason is simple. The orc in the shop next to him is looking at him with an expression that says "something good is about to happen" instead of looking at the Blackfoot of Mordor. This shows that it is definitely not the Blackfoot who is at a disadvantage. "big……"

He only had time to spit out the first word before Zhao Mai punched him on the bridge of the nose. The strength was controlled extremely well, so the punch made no sound at all. Only black blood could be seen spreading out around the nostrils.

The shock of this punch continued to rebound in the orc's skull, and his ears and mouth began to bleed. Finally, his eyes rolled back and he passed out completely.

"The winner takes all, take away everything here, and don't leave any carts." Zhao Mai said to the elf: "You have three minutes to do this."

"Then I need your approval and the help of other slaves."

"You have good courage and a good brain. If that's the case, why don't you do it quickly?" Zhao Mai leaned down, pulled off the wallet from the belt of the orc stall owner, looked inside with contempt, and put it directly into himself In arms.

When the elf waved, half of the slaves ran over and dragged the remaining half over. Zhao Mai looked around, and there happened to be a weapons stall next to him.

"Long bow, arrows and machete." Zhao Mai said directly without being polite. He didn't mention money at all, and naturally the orc didn't mention it either. If you hesitate even a moment, the result will be "the loser takes the punch, the winner takes it all". Who dares to talk nonsense?

Zhao Mai looked at the machete. The rough workmanship was too rough for him to use, so he threw it directly to the elf. "How can you work for me if you have a rope in your hand?"

He looked at the knife on the ground and hesitated to pick it up. The slaves also had hair ropes around their wrists, which really didn't work, but could be untied with nimble fingers instead of cutting them off with a knife. He first untied his sister, and then she untied the remaining slaves.

The female elf's fingers were more nimble than her brother. She glanced at Zhao Mai nervously and realized that she was being noticed, so her hands moved faster. Skilled slaves can live longer, maybe this is the common idea of ​​all slaves.

While she was working hard, a big hand pushed hard on her chest, and she fell heavily to the ground. As soon as the slave from Gondor was freed from his restraints, he began to run away. He picked up the machete on the ground, believing that as long as he rushed into the crowd and rushed into the noisy and chaotic market, he would have a chance.

Boom buzz swish! Four voices came out in one go, and the arrow poked out from the back of his neck and in front of his entrance. "Oh, the shot missed." Zhao Mai immediately bent his bow and arrow, and attacked again before the man could collapse to the ground. This time the arrow penetrated the skull and penetrated into the back of the head. The broken arrow smashed the brain.

The human slave's whole body was twitching as if it was electrified. His limbs were twisted and he fell to the ground. The surrounding area quickly became wet. "Your longbow is good." Zhao Mai took out the money bag from his arms and threw it directly to the businessman. "It's already worth spending some money on."

"As long as you are happy!" The orc took the money bag, took out a Gondor-style quiver, filled with the most exquisitely crafted arrows here, and handed it to Zhao Mai.

"What other good things do you have here?" Zhao Mai asked with a smile.

"The rest are not very good, not worthy of the reputation of the Blackfoot of Mordor."

"You are very smart." Zhao Mai pushed him away with a slap: "No need to trouble you, I will find it myself."

He started rummaging around, and there really weren't many good ones among the various swords and armors. The orcs' smelting technology was far inferior to that of humans, and they were all stupid, bulky weapons. His slaves were busy emptying the grocery stores of food and drink, and filling the wagons with everything they needed to eat along the way. Although no animals were found to pull the cart, a group of people worked together and carried the cart on their shoulders by hand.

The food reserves were constantly patrolling around the slaves, and no one dared to try to escape this time.