.

  "Everyone stop right there!"

  "Don't block my way, mentor." Liu Zhen was startled and spat out the cigar in his mouth, with the last puff of smoke getting stuck in his stomach.

  "Witch doctor! Monk!" Helen shouted tensely.

  The old buck-toothed man on the riverbank was clutching his abdomen in agony, lying on the ground and groaning. Although he had been deprived of his kidney sac, the old buck-toothed man did not die immediately. The human mercenary apparently intended to let him suffer more torture, avoiding the aorta when cutting, and the technique was so skilled that it seemed like they hadn't done this kind of thing in a long time.

  Several green party tribe mantis monks and witch doctors Nochadamas also came to the bamboo forest, following the militia, heard the boss's cry, hurriedly trotted over, treating the wounded deer head people.

  "Sir! Please, let us pass!" Vieli's words were trembling.

  "Don't be ridiculous!" Cui Peishan scolded, pointing at Liu Zhen's nose.

  "Vieri, are you still so brainless till now?" The gaze of the beautiful snake instructor turned to the bear man again.

  "Wait a minute, sir!" The bear-like man grabbed Liu Zhen's arm just as he was about to push aside the instructor.

  The bear man also counts as having mixed in the official circles for a while. Now his brain was blown by the cold wind and scolded by the gods he used to follow, and suddenly became much clearer.

  Bei Mong sometimes thinks that when he gets excited, he can forget everything, but as soon as he calms down a bit, he will remember the causes and consequences.

  If we really want to conflict with these upper-class merchants, let alone Lord Richard, a small baron, even Countess Cui Peishan is not an opponent.

  He had just seen his own Pier tribe's vassals being brutally killed and humiliated by humans, and for a moment he was overcome with rage.

  Those deer-headed people slaves belong to human beings, so their life and death are all decided by their slave owners.

  Moreover, the batch of human merchants who bought slaves also had Northeastern Henan Provincial Governor Bi's troops following them. The relationship between these human slave owners and the governor was obviously not something that a small Viscount like Feilong could contend with.

  "I'll go by myself!" Vieri said firmly.

  "What's wrong with you, stupid bear?" Liu Zhen looked at his bear-like follower in surprise.

  "If we chase after them and fight with humans, it's hard to end well." Bearman Vieille looked at the lord with some difficulty. He didn't want to get his master into trouble because of his own impulsiveness.

  "I knew it was hard to wrap up, so I didn't even plan on wrapping up." Liu Zhen said with a smile.

  "You mean"

  "You'll know everything if you follow him." Liu Zhen said coldly.

  The panda warriors next to him nodded in tacit understanding and drew out their own Demon-Slaying Trident Spears.

  "What should be asked will be asked, what shouldn't be asked won't be." Gu De stuffed the half-eaten bamboo into his bosom.

  "None of you are allowed to go! Listen to me, Richard!" Cui Peishan was anxious and grabbed Liu Zhen's arm.

  "You also have slaves, what are the bear spirits and man-eating demons in your eyes? Will you offend the Northeast Governor for such slaves?" The beautiful snake looked at Liu Zhen who was impatient.

  "No."

  "These Dirl people, in the eyes of some of our Mongu tribesmen, are just like these bear-like and man-eating demons to you! These slaves are the reward for Dolott Sharba's merchant group helping us set up five weapon workshops!" Cui Peishan was anxious.

  "I understand what you're saying, but I don't want to hear it right now." Liu Zhen said: "I only know that Wei Er will hand over the people under his command to the Northeastern Aristocratic Institute and dedicate everything to the God of War. But that doesn't mean he agrees to use the freedom of his vassal tribes as a price, understand? If so, I'd rather let Wei Er give up this Guardian Knight identity!"

  "In Beamont, ordinary people who have committed no crime are strictly forbidden from being degraded to slaves. But this tribe of deer-heads is different, they are a born slave caste." Cui Peishan hastily explained.

  "Born to be a slave tribe? Is there another eternal slave tribe besides the Mongols?" Liu Zhen looked at Xiong Renwei, as a vassal of the Bei'er tribe, he should know best.

  "They are the Dir people of the Miao head." Vieira nodded. "They belong to eternal slaves."

  "Muskox people? Like the Giraffe People, a branch of the Deer Tribe, right? And what's with this eternal slavery thing? Why?"

  "Yes." Choi Bong-seon said, "During the Battle of Haigal, we had a glorious unit in the Mung Haus tribe's Centaur Archer Corps - the Deer Tribe's Musketeer Archers. The names of the Musketeers naturally contain the character for 'archery', and they are born to be excellent archers just like the Elves. Just as the Hippopotamus Poets have artistic cells, most of the outstanding 'Divine Bow' in the Mung Haus tribe at that time came from the Musketeer Archers."

  "Why did this glorious soldier become a humble slave?" Liu Zhen looked at the old musk deer who was being rescued, his eyebrows furrowed.

  "This story is long. After the Battle of Higal, we formed a squad with the most elite divine archers from the Kingdom of Bhiman and lay in ambush in the mountains and forests of the Thunder Mountains, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the strongest and most feared magical unit of humanity that was passing by. If this surprise attack succeeds, Bhiman might turn the tables."

  "Why did this sneak attack fail?" Liu Zhen was shaken and already knew the outcome without asking.

  "The Miao Ren archers made a fatal mistake, exposing our hidden squad of divine archers in the Thunder Mountain Range. A human fire-element mage used just one 'Thunderfire Heavenfall' to burn down the entire forest, and the raging flames annihilated all of Bimon's elite divine archers. This outcome directly led to the later Tennessee air battle, where Bimon's birdmen were ambushed from below by human crossbowmen and elven mercenaries, and surrounded from above by dragon knights and griffin cavalry, resulting in their complete annihilation." Vieri sighed.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Musk people have scent glands on every adult male, and when they get excited, the smell spreads and lingers. We're used to it normally, so we don't really notice. But with over a thousand musk archers hiding in the Thunder Mountains, the accumulated smell became too obvious and was detected by human mages. This led to the mages using terrifying long-range magic to wipe out our elite archers, leaving us with no choice but to rely on the Dogu tribe's slingers as our main long-range firepower support during the later stages of the war." Chui Pei also let out a sigh.

  "Why is there no description of this battle in the 'Rites and Laws'? This is actually a mistake made by high-level decision-making, to blame it on the strategist at that time, how can you blame the musk deer? The musk deer's body fragrance wasn't just present at that time, was it?" Liu Zhenpeng suddenly became furious.

  "How could the 'Rituals and Sacrifices Code' possibly record such things? After the Battle of Haigal, Bimon suffered heavy losses, someone had to take responsibility, right? The one in charge of high-level decision-making during the entire battle was King Bimon himself, so it couldn't be the king who took responsibility. So, unfortunately, it was the Musketeers." Cui Peishan said with a sigh: "Since then, the Musketeers were demoted to slave households. The Kingdom's Council of Elders even stripped them of their right to use bows and arrows again."

  "Is this what they call politics?" Liu Zhen asked with a cold laugh.

  "These male Muskoxen have also become the preferred target of slave traders over the past century due to their scent glands." Cui Peishan avoided Liu Zhen's sensitive question: "Human slave traders like Muskoxen males as slaves the most."

  "Why?" Liu Zhen's eyes narrowed: "Because of the scent gland"

  "Yes, after they buy the musk slaves back to the human kingdom, they will dig out the fragrance glands from their bodies to make perfume and the agarwood incense of the Far East. The dragon's saliva incense of the Southern Continent is also known as one of the three great strange fragrances in the world. The perfume made with musk is called "Kalanti", it is said to have aphrodisiac effects, can stir up the spring feelings of even the coldest women. It is worth thousands of gold coins in the human kingdom and is the favorite ornament of the upper-class nobles." Cui Peishan's face became increasingly ugly as she spoke.

  "Humans also have a perfume-making auction ceremony, just like our gladiatorial arena, where you can buy tickets to enter and 'appreciate' a freshly extracted fragrance sac from the musk deer's body, then make it into perfume on the spot, which is bid for by those human noble lords." Vieri wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his voice choked.

  "I watched with my own eyes as my fellow kin were trafficked to the human realm. Who would have thought that I'd be the one to take the fall?" Liu's body shook with cold laughter.

  "The Nu Huo policy was established by the Council of Elders over a thousand years ago, and neither the king nor the temple has the right to interfere. Over the years, our nobles have also become accustomed to this practice. Just like your bear-like slave, the weak and feeble Mo people are really worthless. In recent years, more and more small nobles in the Bei noble family have gone bankrupt and sold their Mo people to human traffickers." Cui Pei's tone was a bit harsh.

  "Then let me intervene!" Liu was shocked and his whole body had goosebumps, "All militia, follow me!"

  "Good!" The militiamen were also stirred by the story, and the bravery and passion of the men excited them, causing their blood to boil.

  "Cavalry! Put the thorny cuirass on the war elephant!" Korina shouted.

  "Strong liquor! Pour out the strongest rum!" Good waved his hand holding a wineskin made of crocodile skin, shouting at the pandas.

  "For Ched! The Haus and Dill tribes are both vassals of Lord Mian, save our brother!" O'Neil swung the big club in his hand.

  "Can't you understand what I'm telling you, Richard?! You're not a bandit who robs and kills! Be rational for once! Don't you know that attacking foreign merchants is a serious crime?! If you harm those two military officers again, do you know what the charges will be?!" Cui Peishan's eyes were welling up with tears: "We're just ordinary Miao people, even if we offer sacrifices, what can we do? We've seen enough suffering of our people over the years, and we have no power to change the situation! I know your pain, seeing our tribesmen fall under human blades, my heart aches too! But what can be done? The fate of the Miao people was sealed since the Battle of Haigal!"

  "Mentor, I've heard your explanation." Liu Zhenhong shouldered the dense array: "You make a lot of sense, and I also understand Lord Rosenthal's difficulties and the current situation of the kingdom."

  "It's fine as long as you understand each other." The beautiful snake guide smiled sadly.

  "I've had enough. If I don't rescue these Musketeers, I'll never forgive myself for the rest of my life! I've endured until now, but it's time for me to explode. At worst, I'll just quit being a lord."

  "If all nobles are like this, what's the point of me continuing?" Liu Zhen let out a snort from his nose.

  "Adults" Wēi ěrì wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, moved to a loud voice.

  "Rules are made by the powerful! Then who is the master of this vast wilderness?" Liu Zhenpeng roughly pushed away Cui Peishan, opening his arms to ask the cold wind, and also asking the militiamen.

  "Lord Richard!" The surroundings erupted in thunderous roars.

  "What are we waiting for?" Liu Zhen shook his head and pointed forward: "Let's go!"

  Among the militia's enthusiastic cheers, Cui Peishan's eyes suddenly turned deep green, and a pale green light enveloped Liu Zhensheng like an X-ray.

  Liu Zhen was momentarily petrified, unable to move any part of his body except for his eyeballs, maintaining the pose of pointing at the mountains, with the wind gently sweeping across his golden hair.

  A resolute face.

  "What are you all still standing there for?" Avril's shrill cry brought everyone back to reality.

  The people of the manor were most loyal, seeing their lord suddenly stiffen up strangely, while Cui Peishan was just so abnormal. As soon as Evie's words came out, they surrounded the beautiful snake woman with wooden sticks in hand.

  Gud and the pandas stood in a row, suddenly opening an arc-shaped door with their hands, coldly aiming their guns at the beautiful snake's body, ready to throw it out.

  "Don't mess around!" Jingyu shouted loudly, pressing down on Evie, who had already pinched open a shell-shaped scroll.

  "Hold back, Bellamy! This is the mentor's racial ability, Medusa's petrifying gaze! It won't harm Richard!" Helen also shouted out loud.

  "I think you need to calm down." The beautiful snake ignored the angry gazes of the surrounding militiamen, apologetically stroking Liu's face with a complex emotion fluctuating in her eyes.

  Liu's eyes were rolling wildly. If looks could kill, Cui Peishan would have been covered in stars and a pile of thick phlegm by now.

  "Let Richard calm down alone, if he still insists on his own thoughts after the petrification effect is over, Lord will do what he wants to do." Cui Peishan floated away, leaving a sentence behind.

  "I want to kill you!" Liu Zhen was furious and wanted to scold him, but he couldn't say a word.

  "Obisuraqi! What kind of petrification technique is this? It's almost like the acupuncture points I heard about when listening to storytelling in the past." Liu Zhenshen thought.

  "It can't be seen that you still have some guts." Song Tanni walked past Liu Zhen's side, paused for a moment.

  A large group of militiamen stared blankly at the boss's wife and the boss who was as still as a wooden chicken, not knowing what to do.

  "Richard, it seems you've really taken yourself for a Bimon!" Helen sighed and took off her cloak to wrap around Liu Zhen's body.

  Guo Guo and Xiao Zhuai were rolling their eyes wildly on the side.

  The wind is even stronger now.

  Liu Zhen's hair was disheveled and flying down to the ground, his eyes shining like a vast and clear moonlight, sparkling brightly.

  The curved "Xiang Pa", the pale moonlight carries a few degrees of cold air.

  Dew is heavy, water droplets hang on the raspberry bushes in a row, about to drip but not yet.

  A layer of fog hovered over the vast wilderness, reaching down to the calves.

  A piece of land within the territory of Feilongcui was bustling with people's voices.

  The night pearls on the magic fountain borrow the color of the water and illuminate the surroundings with a bright light.

  Twelve long-haired mammoths were led out of the beast enclosure at the foot of the high slope by the mighty mammoth handlers, lined up in a row.

  The mammoths' long hair was combed neatly, several female mammoths held a basin, mixed with crushed Polygonum multiflorum and water, scooped out the black juice, and dyed the mammoth's long hair into a glossy black color.

  Corina stepped on the whetstone with her feet and wiped the blade with her fingers. A basin of muddy water was on the ground.

  "Dye the blade of the ivory long knife completely black for me!" Liu Zhen was shaking his stiff head, with a cigar in his mouth and waving his arm.

  "Why?" Corina asked in astonishment.

  "Cut off their retreat, don't let them have anywhere to hide." Liu Zhen's cigar in his mouth floated away with the fragrant smoke as he spoke.

  It has been three hours since Medusa cast the "Petrification Gaze" on Liu Zhensheng. This petrification technique, which only works on virgins, is indeed formidable. This also made Liu Zhensheng, who thought he was almost immune to magic, finally understand one thing - there are always higher powers beyond his own.

  But this obviously cannot be his reason for giving up.

  On the red earth high slope, the cave entrance belonging to Cui Peisheng, the beautiful snake instructor stood on the ridge, coldly looking at Liu Zhensheng who was busy.

  Helen was right beside her, Helen's hand firmly grasped by hers.

  Liu Zhen stretched out his arms, and Jing Yu and Eve were helping him fasten the cowhide straps at the connection of the ribcage armor.

  Liu Zhen's gaze collided with Cui Peishan on the red earth slope.

  Choi Min-ji immediately averted her gaze from this strange and terrifying stare, for in that gaze was burning destruction.

  The beautiful snake turned around and pulled a reluctant Helen back into the cave.

  The bamboo curtain with evergreen leaves hanging on the cave entrance cannot block out the thunderous roar outside.

  "Are your blood-soaked goose tail feathers ready? Are your knives sharpened? Have you applied the poison to your weapons?" Liu's thunderous roar shook the entire red earth slope, causing it to "hiss" with a rustling sound.

  "Ready!" The militiamen's voices were also roaring.

  "Go rescue the Dir tribe's compatriots! Even if it means death, I want them to die at my hands! I absolutely will not allow them to be transported to the human kingdom and have those fragrance pouches extracted from their bodies!"

  "Yes, sir!"

  "Let the enemy's skulls tell me how brave you are! Set off!"

  The sound of the mammoth's hooves pounding on the ground was like a war drum from ancient times, beating in Cui Pei-cen and Helen's hearts.

  "Mentor, I think," Helen said

  "I won't let you follow me!" The beautiful snake-faced woman's expression was very unpleasant: "This thing has gotten my head all muddled, let me calm down for a bit."

  Helen fell silent.

  Sneaking a peek through the bamboo curtain, Helen saw twelve mammoths fully loaded with armed warriors heading deep into the wilderness.

  Helen strangely found that in the southeast corner of the red earth slope, Gotani Knights silver helmet and silver armor stood on the rocky outcropping of the red earth slope, gazing at the receding backs of the militia.

  Gatani's platinum blonde hair was blown into a tangled mess, her long sword swept aside, and her cloak fluttered.