Chapter 1483 Blood Hand Lord

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In the scorching mining area, magma flows into streams and lakes everywhere.

Groups of goblins work hard in the mining area. For low-level races like them, as long as they can survive and have food to eat, it is the greatest gift from the gods.

But in Wang Yan's territory, as long as they work hard and make contributions, they can not only get enough food, but also accumulate jingling wealth. There is no need to worry about angering some powerful creature and being killed at will.

Therefore, these low-level goblins work extra hard.

Now there are three more human slaves in the mining area. Under the effect of the slave restraint, their combat effectiveness is limited to Class B. They work hard in the mining area under the whip of the goblin construction workers.

"Fools, lazy pigs, stupid slaves." The strong goblin builder waved a barbed whip and kept saying the most vicious curses, "Move faster, faster. The great Lord of Demon Flame gave you a bite of food, not for you to be lazy."

Poor Zhang Weidao, Wu Bujie, Shentu Tianlu, the three darlings of the earth's human race, not only have to do the hardest and dirtiest work, but also have to be whipped and insulted by the lower race goblins. But they can't resist at all. The slave collar of hell is continuously improved by countless generations of alchemy masters. Even some top-level lords, once they are put on slave collars, will never be able to escape.

If you don't work hard, you will not only be beaten, but also hungry.

"Old Wang, Old Wang, where are you?"

While the three of them worked hard and honestly, they longed to call Wang Yan in their hearts, praying that he could come down from the sky and save them from the sea of ​​suffering.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they prayed, it was useless. They would never have imagined in their dreams that the one who caused all their suffering was their beloved old comrade Wang. And the mastermind behind the scenes was Han Hongbo, the boss of the National Non-Government Bureau, who was their patron.

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The sky was still red and gray, and the air was dry and scorching.

While Zhang Weidao and his team were enjoying the alternative training, Wang Yan and his team left the plane base of Chilian Lake and began to head towards their destination, the territory of the great lord Blood Hand Watley.

The territory ruled by Blood Hand Lord Watley was far away in the demon domain ruled by another demon king. Since Wang Yan had promised Camus, he would not break his promise.

At present, Wang Yan and his team continued to play the role of traveling merchants and mercenaries escorting goods. They took several carts and dozens of female slaves and began to travel day and night.

When they arrived at the border of another demon king's territory, they showed their pass. It was too easy for Wang Yan and his companions to get a set of this kind of identity certificate.

Afterwards, he generously gave a bribe of more than a dozen gold coins, and with the compliments of the border guards, he easily crossed the border and began to head towards the main city of the Blood Hand Lord Watley.

After entering this Demon Lord territory, the surrounding environment began to gradually change.

It was no longer like the Chilian Lake, where the magma movement was active and there were flaming lakes and rivers everywhere, but a hilly area full of black scorched rocks appeared.

These scorched rocks were magmatic rocks produced by magma movement. Under this magma rock, it was still magma, but after cooling, a rugged hilly area was formed on the top.

In this area, the strange-shaped rocks were uneven in layers, like a forest in the mountains, tall and dense, covering the sky.

In addition, the temperature difference between day and night was large, and some rocks were covered with furry mosses, making the originally poor vision even more unclear. If you don't use your divine sense to scan, you may not even see the beasts hiding beside you.

Moreover, these charred stone forests are full of minerals, which makes the magnetic field here very chaotic. It can be said that the compass and other methods used by humans on Earth to identify directions are useless here.

Unless you are an experienced traveler, if you are unfamiliar with this place, you will definitely get lost in this rugged stone forest and eventually become the food for the beasts and monsters.

Therefore, travelers usually pay a little toll and walk along the official road. There are official post stations along the way, which is relatively safe. However, it takes at least seven or eight days to reach the nearest town. Even if you rush to the main city of the Blood Hand Lord, it will take at least a month to go through all the twists and turns.

Wang Yan doesn't have that kind of free time. After walking on the official road for a whole day, he turned into a stone forest path, from which he can go straight to the main city of the Blood Hand Lord Watley.

This is a secret way down, provided by Gascol, a goblin merchant who was bullied by Wang Yan in the underground black market before.

Gascol, the cunning goblin, has done a lot of tax evasion and smuggling business in various places. This road is one of his secret passages to travel between various places.

It only takes about a week to reach the main city of Blood Hand Lord Watley by taking this road. One round trip can save one and a half months, and there is no need to pay taxes to official checkpoints along the way, which is both economical and convenient.

Of course, it is much more dangerous to go here than to take the official road.

"Lord Mo Yan, a group of people are quietly surrounding us."

Zoe, the appraiser sitting in the carriage behind Wang Yan, slowly opened her eyes. She was holding a pyramid-shaped inheritance holy relic in her hand, which was the Eye of Truth. With this holy relic, as long as any object approaches, nothing can hide.

"Oh? Who are they?"

Wang Yan, who was sitting in front of the carriage, asked with interest, "How far is it and how many people are there?"

"About five kilometers away, there are about eighty people, they are ogres."

Zoe spoke slowly. Now that she can skillfully use the Eye of Truth, she is like a detection radar. Even the leader of the dark elves, Camus, the Shadow Thorn, can hardly get close.

However, when it comes to ogres, the fifty or so banshees who followed Zoe in the frame trembled slightly. Even the more than one hundred elite barbarians dressed as mercenaries on both sides of the frame became a little nervous.

Ogres have long been notorious in this land, and some people even classify them as beasts. This race, like an ancient beast, is savage and fierce, especially dozens or hundreds of ogres, wielding crude and heavy blunt weapons, charging at a certain target at the same time. It is really a god who kills gods and Buddhas.

Just kidding, who would not feel intimidated when seeing so many meat-like ogres? Even if tanks and armored vehicles stand in front of them, they will be easily trampled and smashed like toys by them.

Fortunately, the team around Wang Yan was made up of carefully selected elites. Not only were they strong in themselves, but they also saw their trusted boss Wang Yan, who was so calm and composed, so they quickly calmed down.

"There are quite a few of them."

Wang Yan was calm and then calmly ordered, "Get ready, those ogres are coming to rob us." He was secretly amused in his heart. Usually, it was only Wang Yan who robbed others. Now, he was robbed by a group of ogres...

He had heard about it before. It should be said that almost all the residents of Hell knew that there were too many robbers who robbed and killed people in the wild, and ogres were a more famous race.

Ogres are primitive, greedy and barbaric by nature. In addition to preying on various beasts and monsters, they often rob any foreign merchants in their own territory.

They have simple minds, but they are not stupid. If the other party is large in number and their strength is equal to theirs, they will block the road, ask for a batch of supplies and money, and then let them go. If the opponent is weaker than them, they will kill without saying anything, snatch all the supplies, and finally kill and eat all the opponent's people.

Such a practice is extremely bloody.

However, with Wang Yan's current strength, they are not inferior to those ogres even if their number is doubled.

Soon, according to Wang Yan's instructions, half of the hundred-man barbarian team hid their breath and got into the truck. As for the other top legendary masters, they did the same.

Not long after, a series of rough and wild roars suddenly came from all directions.

The next moment, in the stone forest on both sides of the trail, more than 80 ogres, like rhinos and wild elephants, launched a fierce charge towards Wang Yan's team.

"Ao hao hao!"

The roar of the ogres was like thunder rolling, layer upon layer. These huge, powerful and fierce monsters, holding clubs, blunt weapons, animal bone swords, and some holding thick rocks, all attacked Wang Yan's team.

In the eyes of these ogres, the small caravan escorted by dozens of barbarian mercenaries was their prey and they were determined to get it.

Although the meat of barbarian mercenaries was unpalatable, the supplies covered under the canvas of the truck and the dozens of top-quality female slaves were rare good things!

But at this moment.

Another more majestic roar suddenly sounded in the truck.

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