The Black Knight from the Blue Planet

Tatude City.

Another human city, because it was built earlier and expanded three times, it is considered a medium-sized city.

Its area is twice that of Basov City, and its population is about three times.

In theory, such a populous city is quite prosperous.

But... if the materials are not abundant enough and the population is too large, it will be a tragedy.

This is the case with Tatude City at this time. Hadi just stood at the gate of the city and smelled the smell of feces and urine.

He had to add a barrier to himself to isolate the external stench.

Although there are many people in Basov City who urinate and defecate in the street, after all, this is a feature of the times and there is no way to completely eliminate it.

But Hadi has taken a lot of measures to punish this.

In addition to basic livelihood facilities such as sewers and drainage ditches, laws have been enacted to restrict the behavior of citizens. If you are caught urinating and defecating in the street, you must not only clean up your excrement, but also help the public toilets clean up the rice fields. This makes fewer people dare to urinate and defecate in the street.

At least there will be no stench.

In addition, Hadi also found that the guards who were responsible for guarding the city gates all looked pale and weak.

Rather than guards, they looked like refugees wearing leather armor and holding weapons.

Even the guards looked like this, so you can imagine what the whole city is like.

But Hadi still wanted to go in and take a look. After all... From the map, Tatude City is a very important strategic location. As long as it is controlled, the east side of Basov City can be stabilized. If the enemy attacks Basov City, they must first break through Tatude City. In that case, Basov City can barely be said to have some strategic depth.

After setting up the barrier, Hadi just took a step, but put his raised foot back.

Because he saw prisoner carts being pulled out of the city gate.

In the cage of each prisoner cart, there were many slaves.

There were men, women, and children, but no elderly people.

Hadi retreated his body into the darkness and watched quietly.

In this era, slave trade is not a strange thing.

But generally speaking, slave-catching teams capture people in the wild and then transport them to other cities for sale.

It is the first time to see people being sold directly from their own city.

Although Hadi was a little disappointed, he did not make any move to save people.

First of all, he is not a saint. The world is full of slave trade. He can't control too much. It is already very good to be able to control his own land.

In addition, the situation in Tatude City is not optimistic. If they can be sold, it may be a way to survive.

Prison cars came out of the city one by one. Not long after, more than 40 cars came out.

In each prison car, more than 30 people were crowded, and they were almost like canned food.

After careful calculation, this slave-trading team carried more than 1,000 people in the prison car to sell out.

It doesn't sound like a lot, but in fact, more than 1,000 people lined up on the playground are densely packed.

Hadi still did not move.

But Hadi later found something wrong. He vaguely heard the members of the caravan laughing and saying, "Send them to the lizardmen in the east, and we will make a fortune. An adult man can be sold for three silver coins. This trip will make us at least 30 gold coins."

Hadi's expression turned cold.

He didn't want to say anything about the slave trade among humans. Although slaves had no dignity and lived a hard life, they at least had the hope of survival.

But if they were sent to the lizardmen... they would only become two-legged sheep, the so-called human food.

There were even children under five years old...are they planning to breed them?

Or do children taste better and are special goods?

Hadi squinted his eyes, then walked forward in the dark and followed the caravan.

The caravan moved slowly and took more than two hours to finally get out of the range of Tatude. The slave caravan walked slowly, while Hadi walked quickly.

Three minutes later, Hadi took advantage of the darkness and backstabbed the last caravan member in the waist.

The shrill screams attracted everyone's attention.

The hostility of the caravan members and the surprised and expectant eyes of the slaves.

About eight minutes later, Hardy shook the blood off his sword. There were many corpses lying around him.

The owner of the caravan was not dead. He lost his legs and was lying on the ground, wailing in pain.

The slaves in the prisoner car had been released and were huddled together not far away.

"Please, let me go." The caravan owner was a thin, white-skinned middle-aged man who looked pampered: "I can give you all my money, including everything in my home."

Hadi put the long sword back into the system backpack, and asked coldly: "Is it your idea to send these people to the lizardman city, or is it someone else's order!"

"It was Lord Tatude's order." The caravan owner's voice was slowly becoming weak. He had lost a lot of blood and had little physical strength at this time. He might even faint at any time: "He wants to exchange these people for food."

Hadi snorted and said disdainfully: "If the lizardmen still have food, why would they eat people."

"Really." The caravan owner's face gradually turned green: "There is a plant root in the lizardman's warehouse. That thing is edible for humans, but it is poison for lizardmen. If you eat too much, your body will drink it. That's why they are... willing to exchange."

This is indeed reasonable. After all, for humans, chocolate is a delicacy, but for dogs, it is poison.

The lizardman is in a similar situation.

But it must be said that this is very profitable. Sell slaves first, then buy food back. You can make a lot of money in one round trip. It's simply a golden trade route.

At this time, the caravan owner reached out to Hadi and begged: "Save me."

The caravan owner's two legs were cut off and bleeding. If he didn't bandage them, he would really die.

Hadi ignored him and walked in front of the group of slaves.

"Save... me."

The caravan owner saw Hadi leaving, he was desperate, but he still shouted subconsciously.

The slaves subconsciously retreated as Hadi approached.

A group of smelly and dirty people were desperately crowded together, and the smell was particularly bad.

Some women were holding crying children, looking anxiously at the young man in front of them who looked like a big shot.

"Go and collect all the dry food on the cart, and then kill all the horses pulling the cart, and make meat pieces, enough for you to eat on the road." Hadi said in a light tone: "Then go west, there is a city called Basov, which will take you in."

Basov City is expanding, and it is very easy to take in one or two thousand more people.

The slaves looked at each other, some of them couldn't believe it.

Was he saved?

At this time, Hadi suddenly frowned, pointed at a man in the human county, and said: "You, come out!"

The crowd suddenly parted, and the man pointed by Hadi subconsciously wanted to continue hiding in the crowd.

But Hadi's finger was always pointing at him, and after more than ten seconds, he had to stand up.

This is a very normal adult male, with brown eyes, and there is nothing special except being very thin.

Hadi looked him up and down for a while and said, "Take off your clothes."

The other person was wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt, which was almost black.

He looked at Hadi with fear in his eyes.

His body was shaking.

He did not move.

"Do you choose to take off your clothes or die?" Hadi looked at him coldly, and then looked behind.

At this time, the caravan owner had completely fainted, but his thigh was still bleeding.

It is estimated that in a dozen seconds, this man will twitch and then die from excessive blood loss in a coma.

"Death like him." Hadi pointed to the body of the caravan owner lying.

The man trembled and took off his clothes.

Then the whole group of slaves screamed and tried their best to avoid this man.

Because this man has a lot of "wart-like" granulations in his lower abdomen.

Orange-yellow, a little translucent, densely packed in the lower abdomen to form a circle, it looks disgusting.

Hadi had seen this thing not long ago.

It came out of the red soil plain.

Hadi's eyes were full of coldness, and he asked: "How did you get involved with this damn thing?"

Hadi knew very well that this thing was contagious.

The man knelt down suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "More than ten days ago, the lord threw us into a pool. Two days later, these terrible things began to grow."

We?

Hadi looked at the group of slaves and said: "Everyone, take off all your clothes and pants, I will check one by one!" (End of this chapter)