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  "Richard!" Chui Pei-ching and Helen emerged from the bamboo forest, Gottani wearing a tight-fitting leather armor, carrying a cross-shaped long sword.

  That "Dorothy's Song" just now was really too piercing, the master and apprentice who were contemplating the power of natural elements in the bamboo forest couldn't help but come out to take a look, to see who was so openly mocking Bimon on Bimon's territory.

  The appearance of the three beauties made the human merchant's eyes light up again, and a deep greed appeared in his eyes. The crystal ball in his hand also quietly shifted direction.

  The two Templar knights were also stunned for a moment, apparently recognizing Cui Peishan. They hastily removed their helmets from the war pigs and struck their chest armor in salute.

  "It was the Sharba merchant group." Cui Peishan gazed at the fluttering red flag, sighed and turned to Liu Zhensheng, saying: "Lichat, let them go."

  "It's impossible." Liu Zhen pointed to the sign of his toll station and said, "If you want to pass from here, leave your money for the road, and don't even think about saying half a word with your teeth, it's none of my business whether you live or die."

  This speech is so fluent that it sounds like a habitual thief rather than a lord.

  "The Sharba merchant group has taken control of five out of the nine weapon workshops in Wysteria, and they have promised to set up another five next year. We are currently at war with the desert humans and urgently need high-quality human arms! Can you understand my meaning?" said the beautiful snake instructor.

  "It's like that." Liu Zhenhong hesitated for a moment: "Then let it go this time, for the sake of national interests, I think I shouldn't be so stubborn anymore. After all, teaching a lesson to the desert humans is also one of my true wishes."

  Helen smiled sweetly on one side.

  Cui Peishan also smiled with relief. For so many days, the beautiful snake instructor had finally taken a liking to Liu Zhen.

  "You can actually understand the troubles of the kingdom?" Gottani almost didn't recognize this guy, looking at the lord with a bit of ridicule.

  "This is a noble's responsibility, after all, I am loyal to the Kingdom of Baimon." Liu Zhen shook his head.

  "Move aside, you road-blocking log! Wretch!" The two Piggs knights heard the lord say this and pointed at the mastiff man Bellamy with their whips.

  Liu Zhenhong waved his hand, indicating that they could go through.

  The mercenaries walked by with scornful glances. As they passed by Liu Zhensheng, several Beipiao women lifted their skirts at him again.

  Liu Zhen was shocked to discover that these prostitutes didn't even wear underwear under their skirts.

  Helen let out a sharp cry and buried her head in the instructor's bosom, while Cui Peishan and Ge Tan Ni furrowed their brows.

  Vieri spat on the ground and walked away in a huff.

  The mercenaries and the Beppu prostitutes burst out laughing at the same time, Belamy picked up a wooden stick beside him and was about to go up when he was held back by Liu Zhen.

  Liu's eyes were fixed intently.

  This look is a ridiculous expression in the eyes of mercenaries.

  A row of horse-drawn carriages rolled out one after another from Liu Zhen's side, leaving behind a trail of wheel tracks. Even the creaking of the wheels seemed to be mocking him.

  The slaves stumbled along, tied to the back of the last cart, their iron shackles scraping against the ground with a clanking sound, the pus-filled water from their frostbitten bare feet staining the red earth.

  They were a group of dirty slaves, but when they passed in front of Liu Zhen, they brought out a fascinating fragrance. This scent was different from Helen's sweet and charming body scent, it was a faint medicinal scent, Liu Zhen stood upwind. The cold wind was so strong, but he still smelled this medicinal scent that made his nerves feel refreshed.

  According to Liu Zhen's understanding of the current situation, if the Sharba family is preparing to bribe that "lustful prince", they should buy some beautiful fox or swan girls, but among these slaves, there are no women at all, only men. From four-foot-tall children to white-haired old men, there are at most twenty young and strong slaves.

  This left Liu stunned and bewildered. These human traffickers had brought these Diel tribe deer-headed people back to Dolut all the way from afar, what did they want to do?

  A somewhat lame old slave stumbled as he walked along the riverbank, and was jerked forward by the rope in front of him without being able to steady himself. With a thud, he fell to the ground. The large cart in front didn't stop at all, continuing to drag him forward. The hard roots of the grass and the frozen earth made his weak belly scrape against the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

  A few disheveled slaves wanted to reach out and pull him, but were dragged along by the cart, only able to shout in vain. The long hair of these Bamana slaves was full of tangled dry grass, and their mud-stained faces had the red stripes characteristic of the Diel tribe's antelope people, as well as the branding iron marks that signified their status as slaves.

  Liu Zhenhong narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull up the Dilu tribe's deer-headed man who had fallen to the ground. A whip swiftly lashed out in front of him and struck the slave's body, tearing apart the coarse linen fabric to reveal a deep gash. Hot blood splattered onto Liu Zhenhong's lips.

  It's salty.

  "Damn it! You're slowing us down the whole way!" A burly mercenary with an eye patch coldly pulled back his whip.

  "Halt! Halt!" The slaves with deer heads were desperately pulling on the ropes tied to their wrists, and under the mercenaries' angry roars, they almost managed to stop the carriage with a flurry of whips.

  Four fine horses harnessed to a carriage pawed the ground with their hooves, but no matter how loudly the coachman shouted, they could not move forward.

  The young slaves nearest the cart, their teeth clenched, a dark red trickle on the cord at their wrists, refused to let go no matter how fiercely the mercenaries lashed them.

  Just as Liu Zhen was about to intervene, a clear and pleasant voice sounded in his ear.

  "Halt!" Chantelle's white-blonde hair danced wildly in the wind as she stood before the mercenaries, who were still poised to strike, her long sword at her side.

  "Even if they are slaves, you humans should have your own virtues!" Gotanni scolded these mercenaries: "Is this how to treat an old man?"

  A group of mercenaries watched with great interest, pointing and whispering to each other, it was unclear whether they were marveling at Gatan's beauty or commenting on her beautiful pure white wings.

  "Miss Swan! Miss Swan!" A Piggy Knight, riding a stout warthog, hastily came over from the front of the procession.

  "These are all Lord Rosenborg's gifts to our Dolotte friends, in appreciation of their great assistance in setting up the armory next year! Now these slaves' ownership belongs to Dolotte human friends......" This Pigu's attitude is completely different from his previous treatment of Liu Zhen, fawning and making people's bones numb.

  The Swan Tribe is just the Swan Tribe.

  Kotani angrily pulled up the old deer-headed slave, took out a gold coin and stuffed it into his hand, biting her lip. She patted the old deer's hand, sighed, and walked away.

  "Thank you, sir..." The old deer's eyes were moist, his lips trembling as he prepared to kneel down, but was kicked over by a mercenary.

  "Damn the old thing!" The mercenary quickly pinned the old deer man to the ground, greedily snatching the gold coin from his hand. With a swift slash of his sharp dagger, he cut open the deer man's slave waistband. From inside, he pulled out a bloody, round leather pouch.

  The surrounding mercenaries burst into arrogant laughter, accompanied by cheering whistles.

  The Luocha people wailed and trembled with fear, Liu's eyes were moistened.

  "Slaughter all those who can't walk, we have so many land slaves anyway, just take out the fragrant bags!" The leader of the pockmarked mama gang also came over and gave orders to the mercenary soldiers under her command.

  The bear man Vieille had just been annoyed by that group of prostitutes, went to the bamboo forest and asked Gu De for a cup of wine, which he drank in one gulp. He had just walked over when he saw the old deer-headed man rolling on the ground, the deer-headed man's miserable old face facing the blue sky, panting heavily.

  "Uncle Enrico!" Vieri bellowed. His eyes turned red in an instant, and he strode forward with huge steps, a large mercenary coming up to grab his chest was kicked flying by Vieri.

  "Peel! The slave owner has the right to decide the life and death of his slaves! You have no right to interfere... Ah......" The Pigge officer also came up to block Vieille. He only said half a sentence, but was hugged by the bear man, a sealed eye hammer, a miserable cry, and fell from the war pig to the ground.

  Several mercenaries who had been listening to the boss's summons dragged out the weak and sick slaves from the Deer Head people. In an instant, Liu had already knocked down three of them. Two were flying out, one with his nose smashed in, possibly with bone fragments piercing into his brain, and he was spitting out white foam from his mouth.

  Vieri nodded to the boss with his head raised, one foot trampling on a mercenary's head, and drew out the large axe behind him. He roared wildly: "Who dares to kill another Deerhead for me to see? You actually dare to slaughter his vassal tribe in front of a Peril Knight?"

  "Get them to chop off their hands!" Liu Zhen's voice was muffled by the cigar in his mouth, pointing at several human mercenaries on the ground, the sparks of the cigar flying everywhere.

  A strange and pungent medicinal scent mixed with a strong bloody smell made him feel like his whole body was boiling with beastly blood.

  The mercenaries were also fugitives, of course, and immediately drew their waist weapons to prepare for a fierce battle. The shadow of the Komodo War Beast timely shrouded them.

  "Halt!" Cui Peishan stopped her disciple's impulse and shouted loudly.

  Several big heads poked out from the bamboo forest, looking around in a sinister manner.

  Gatani Knights didn't know what drew out a long sword, and looked at it coldly from the side.

  Cui Peishan frowned and took a glance at the bloodstains on the ground and the deer-headed man who was rolling around, clutching his abdomen. The slave brand on the deer-headed man's face had been twisted together with an expression of pain.

  "Director Choi Bong-seon..." The leader of the slave trading group, a merchant, approached with a smile, trying to get close, but the beautiful snake cut him off coldly.

  "Shameless humans! Get out of here at once! If I see a single corpse on the barren plains that is not a Mongol slave, by the sacred oath of my ancestor, Zhāng Yuè, I swear I will not let you off!" Crē Bìcén's gentle face was filled with unspoken rage.

  Helen was furious and trembling all over, the Komodo dragon let out a roar, opening its massive jaws.

  "Helen, let these despicable humans leave!" Cui Peishan's face had a deliberately suppressed anger, her entire face was red.

  "Stop it, Avril! Don't stir up trouble for Richard!" Cui Peishan pointed at the restless mermaid again.

  The human trafficking gang apparently did not want to provoke the Azure Dragon Cult, and under the command of the fat merchant's eyes filled with resentment and sinister intentions, they immediately dragged out several wounded soldiers who had been beaten beyond recognition from underground and hastily set off on their journey.

  Humans walk very fast and soon disappear behind the hills. Often when encountering threats, humans always walk so fast.

  "I'm so furious! These deer-headed people are all my former vassals! They're the vassals of my House tribe! Enrik has been carrying me on his back since he was a child, playing in the mountains and forests. His leg was bitten by wolves to save me and became disabled! I want to save them! I want to kill these humans!" Vieiri roared with rage, swinging her large axe wildly.

  "Didn't you return all your vassal tribes to the Northeastern Aristocratic Academy?!" Liu was shocked and suddenly realized: "Damn! Are they all your former subordinates?"

  Vieri didn't even have time to respond, one foot had already straddled the giant beaver's back saddle, swinging a large axe to drive the mount to chase those humans, when Liu was shocked and pulled him back.

  "Halt!" Liu Zhen commanded sternly.

  "They have two military officers with them, and the badges on their chests prove that they are still under Governor Rosenborg's command! Do you know who Rosenborg is? No need for me to tell you, right? And these mercenaries have 200 people, all of whom are obviously skilled fighters, bloodthirsty rascals! Finally, I'll tell you again! The slaves they trade are all legitimate! They have all the proper procedures!" Liu Zhenpeng shouted loudly: "Wei Da idiot! Do you know what I want to say? We can't mess with them!"

  "Sir, where is your courage now?" Vieri looked at him in disbelief.

  "The War of the Kingdom's Relationship."

  Vieri nodded, his chest heaving violently, while the bear-like man's expression remained calm.

  Extreme anger often leads to terrifying calmness.

  Wei Er suddenly felt that following such a sacrifice was wrong

  Now thinking about this issue, he thinks it's very boring.

  Gantan hugged her arms and looked at Liu Zhen with a cold smile, then turned back.

  Weiyi was still panting heavily on the back of the tree otter, while Liu Zhen went to search in the shed by the ferry and tossed out the newly collected gold coins from the bamboo container, which flew all over the sky with a clanging sound.

  Guo Guo resisted the dense formation and Xiao Zhu walked over from the bamboo forest with a big smile.

  "My day! I couldn't find it anywhere, and it turns out you took it to play with." Liu Zhenpeng swung the wolf-toothed club and smashed a block of quartzite on the riverbank.

  "What's wrong with you?" Liu Zhenhong turned his head and scolded Xiongren again.

  "What...what are you doing?" Veeri's eyes rolled back in exasperation.

  "Go get them! Who can swallow this tone?" Liu Zhen said. He put his fingers in his mouth and blew a loud whistle, and a large group of militiamen rushed over from the bamboo forest, each holding shiny objects in their hands.