War Paradise

The horse-drawn carriage drove up the muddy mountain road, and the muscular coachman tried to control the direction and avoid falling into the abyss on the side of the road.

The wooden trunk kept bumping, and two ragged slaves were tied up with their hands, lying in the carriage swaying constantly, even their eyes were covered with black cloth.

Judging from the size of the slave, it was obviously a child up to ten years old. As for the slave owner who wanted to sell them, he sat beside the coachman.

"How far is..."

The bald old man with closed eyes opened his shriveled mouth and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

The coachman glanced at him, then looked at the bumpy road ahead, and said loudly, "It's almost here."

He is an ordinary person from the slums of Flamewind City. Because he has two horses and a broken wagon, he is already considered a "rich" among the residents of that area.

The driver has always held an extremely hostile attitude towards these slave traders who sold Yanfeng children to other places. However, in order to make money and support his family, he had no other way but to succumb to money and became the "bodyguard" of this person.

Looking at the weak, like old man who might die at any time, the coachman asked angrily: "Are those two children from your family?"

"Of course...not." The old man grinned with a narrow mouth: "I'm just a businessman, I'm doing a small business."

Hearing the shameless confession of the other side, the coachman resisted the urge to throw the other side off the cliff and asked in a low voice, "You have always made money from this?"

"No, only occasionally." The old man replied tremblingly: "The fields have been down recently. I want to eat too. That's all."

——This guy doesn’t seem to be a habitual offender...

Realizing that the other party seemed to be compelled, the coachman dismissed the idea of ​​throwing the old man off the cliff, and looked back at the compartment: "Don't do this next time."

"I... I have to." The old man said softly.

What is dragging behind the carriage is not so much a carriage, as it is a broken square nailed by four wooden boards and two wheels. The carriage used to pull goods on weekdays carries two young "commodities" today.

What kind of experience would it be to be sold to Warscar City...

Thinking wildly, the coachman continued to drive the carriage up the high slope.

As we approach the Warscar Plateau, the air is becoming thinner. For the first time guests, the symptoms of altitude sickness are about to appear.

The coachman glanced at the old man and found that the other person's expression remained the same. He asked: "Old man, can you do it?"

"My bones are very strong." The old man said, coughing violently.

"Just don't die, you haven't paid yet." The driver avoided the slave trader's sight in disgust.

Both eyes of the old man seemed to be false eyes, and they looked extraordinarily godless, which made people wonder how he should act on his own. But in this way, the two little slaves might be able to escape by themselves...

Thinking of this, an imperceptible smile appeared on the coachman's rough face.

After a difficult trek, the road ahead finally widened. Looking at the blue flags hanging on the side of the road and the sheep grazing slowly on the grass not far away, the coachman reminded: "It's coming soon.""Yeah." The blind old man nodded.

"Now Warscar City is very rigorously investigated. Neither I nor the carriage can enter the city. You will bring the two children...slaves in by yourself later." The coachman reminded: "You can still enter the city at this time, too. Only the damn slave trader."

"um. Thank you."

The old man said with difficulty, taking out a few silver coins from the cloth bag hanging around his waist and handing them to the driver.

Then, with the help of the coachman, he found the trunk, grabbed the rope with the two little slaves tied to it, and said viciously, "It's time to go!"

"Hmm..."

The two little slaves who were still blindfolded were dragged off the car by the old man. Seeing the two children falling to the ground, the coachman frowned and was about to speak, but the old man spoke first:

"Please take off the cloth covering both of their eyes, okay?"

The coachman bent down in silence and tore off the black cloth covering the eyes of the two slaves.

These two dirty children looked like a boy and a girl. Perhaps they hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter. Their expressions were more curious than the fear they should be.

Seeing the innocent appearance of the two children, the coachman sighed again. Without intending to help the slave trader, he drove a carriage along the road when he came.

"This is...Warscar Plateau!"

The little boy standing on the left, looking up at the exceptionally blue sky, his little face stained with black and gray was full of expectation: "This is my first time!"

"We are not here to travel." The long-haired girl next to her whispered.

The two children were still talking. The old man yanked the rope that tied their hands. The powerful force made them almost fall.

"From now on, forget your past identities. You are now the slaves I want to sell." The old man said sharply.

"Yes." "I know." The two children nodded quickly.

"I'm ready to go in, I can't see anything, you guys will show me the way."

Hearing the old man's order, the two children walked ahead obediently, walking slowly into the vast prairie along the road.

In the distance, you can see a spire with a tent, several shepherds on horses, watching the sheep grazing. It looks peaceful and peaceful here, and it doesn't look like a brutal "city of war" at all.

However, even if these two children were from the slums, they had heard the horror legends about Warscar City.

It is said that the most adept at fighting on this continent is the terrifying Warscar Army. These nomads are fierce in battle. Their combat effectiveness is not only soldiers and various large weapons, but even the mounts that soldiers ride on have fierce power.

According to historical records, the battle scar wolf cavalry once swept half of the continent. If it weren't for being beaten back by a few lords in the end, these brutal warriors might have conquered the world!

The three walked slowly along the road, and the two children who set foot on the plateau for the first time watched the scenery around them curiously. If it weren't for their hands tied, Shu Xiao and Shu Yao might already be lying on the grass.

"Hurry up, take me to the guard." The old man whispered: "Don't go the wrong way. I can still feel the road or the grass under my feet..."

"Anyway, don't worry, just play here for a while?" Shu Xiao stared at the sheep in the distance expectantly.

"Flamewind City is in danger." The old man's tone was very serious: "Information is very important. We are a little late, maybe it will kill hundreds of soldiers."

"You die?" Shu Xiao said nonchalantly, "They didn't care about us anyway."

"Stop talking!" Little Sister glared at him, turned to the old man and said, "Sorry, I'm not very good at Big Brother..."

However, even after hearing Shu Xiao's complaint, the old man didn't mean to blame anything, instead he nodded slowly:

"The new lord was really useless before."

Unexpectedly that the old man would say such a thing, both children stared in surprise: "Huh?"

"But he is very capable now, he is no longer the bastard of the past. You two should be able to see it too, right?"

"Uh, maybe?" Shu Xiao tried to lift his tied hands, but finally ended in failure.

The younger siblings did not know what the lord who was about their age did. However, even they can see that the lord is indeed working hard these days and is often very busy.

"Can he change the slum area?" Shu Yao lowered her head and looked at her worn feet: "Can everyone in the slum area have a good life?"

"He is already changing the slum." The old man smiled slightly.

Whether it was the development of the slums or the decisiveness in dealing with the "Sand King," the lord showed abilities that were incompatible with his age. Of course, as an old man who is the leader of an intelligence agency and a "barbarian", he also knows another identity of the "Young Master".

"He promised..." the old man murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" Shu Yao blinked.

"It's okay, let's go." The old man closed his eyes: "There are wild wolves on the grassland. If you want to survive, you have to rush to Warscar City before dark."

Under the guidance of the two children, the elderly "slave trader" marched along the road. It's a pity that there is only darkness in front of him, and all the beautiful scenery can be seen by the two "slaves".

The breeze stroked across the grassland, as if it had brought up green waves, and the white sheep were pacing lazily on the grassland. These domesticated animals lost their original wildness.

The tents with spires and domes are fixed on the grassland. Judging from the size of the tent and the debris accumulated outside, these seemingly simple tents are the residences of the Warscars.

Whether it is a herder or a passerby, the skin is much redder than that of the Flame Wind City. The residents here seem to be much stronger than the residents of Flamewind City, all of them are tall and large, dressed in thick animal skins.

"Wow……"

Seeing a woman passing by, Shu Xiao opened her mouth wide in surprise. Shu Yao also showed a surprised expression: "What is that?"

Noting the surprised appearance of the two children, the woman turned her head, blinked her beautiful brown eyes, and said something with a smile, but the two children could not understand the language of Warscar City.

"%￥#." The old man replied.

Until the other party walked away, the two children curiously asked: "What did she just say?"

"She said you two can sell for a good price." The old man's answer was straightforward.

"Cut, I thought she was a good person." Shu Xiao gritted her teeth: "What's the matter with her ears and tail?"

The woman who just passed by was also wrapped in thick fur, with a fluffy white tail growing behind her back, and also white beast ears on her head.The two children who had never been out of Flamewind City before, this was the first time I saw such a person. Hearing their doubting voices, the old man explained in a low voice:

"That is the unique race of Warscar City-'Beasts'."

"Is that the beast ear mother?" Shu Xiao grinned: "This is okay!"

"Big Brother, you are so disgusting." Shu Yao kicked him.

Although Shu Xiao looked expectant, the old man's expression was still serious: "The beast is not a'beast ear mother'. There are both men and women, and they are not'pets', but the most dangerous group of monsters in Warscar City. ."

"How could it be dangerous? How cute is the Big Sister sister just now!" Shu Xiao's eyes were almost glowing, and Shu Yao, who was next to him, rolled his eyes.

"cute?"

Hearing this adjective, the old man couldn't help laughing: "That is not a ‘cute’ thing at all, you will know soon."

As various tents became more and more dense, there were more pedestrians and soldiers on the side of the road.

The combination of one old and two young quickly arrived in front of the gap surrounded by the stone wall. A dozen soldiers with an average height of two meters, looking down at the three "dwarves", asked in the language of Warscar City: " Where are you going?"

The two children still couldn't understand a word. The old man communicated with the opponent in fluent warmark language, and it didn't sound like he was from a foreign country at all:

"I am a slave merchant. I brought two commodities from Flamewind City. Please let me in."

"Oh oh oh, go in, you just need a little slave here." A bearded soldier who stood in front of him smiled with satisfaction.

After a body search, it was determined that there were no dangerous items hidden on their bodies, and the three of them quickly obtained permission to enter Warscar City. In the eyes of the guards guarding the gate, the combination of an old man who seemed to be about to fall into the soil and two small slaves could not pose any threat at all.

"It's that simple, they will regret it!" Shu Xiao said happily.

But he also quickly realized that his poor "combat power" was really useless in Warscar City:

The so-called Warscar City is actually a huge grassland with a lot of tents all over it. In the street divided by tents, there are sturdy men who are two meters tall and have arm muscles thicker than the waist of the two children.

Cows, sheep, wolves, bears... all kinds of animals are walking on the side of the road, mixing in the crowd, as if they have been completely tamed.

Looking at the various patterns on the tents, the two children seemed to have entered a new world, and their eyes were almost straight.

Just as they were experiencing the "exotic style", behind a red tent, an angry beast roar sounded.

"Wow!"

Hearing the frightening sound, the two children were so frightened that they hurriedly took the old man to hide behind the tent.

Then, they saw an amazing picture:

A "man" covered in snow-white long hair rushed out from behind the red tent. The body of that guy was very strong. On the human body, there was the head of a bad wolf, and his red eyes were constantly looking around. .

"It's... the White-haired Werewolf!" Shu Yao, who once saw the record in the book in the young master's room, made a startled voice: "Isn't the werewolf only able to transform on the night of the full moon? Why are they here? "

"As I said, these'beasts' are weapons in Warscar City."

The old man whispered in Yanfengyu: "Only by finding a way to deal with them, will the Yanfeng Army have a chance of winning. Otherwise, we won't even want to attack for the rest of our lives."

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